The New Boss: An Office Romance

She looks up at me where she’s on her knees, and the sight steals my breath and makes me harder than I already am. Because whatever I imagined, seeing the real thing is way fucking better.

“Sorry,” I say. “Seems like you can’t stay on your feet around me.”

Is that a blush on her cheeks?

“I was just catching up. Staying a little late since I was late this morning. I didn’t know that you were still here.”

“Working late myself,” I say.

I feel myself smiling, slipping into a manner I don’t use with secretaries. Behavior that is one hundred percent not professional. And right now, when I’m aching in my pants and have spent the whole damn day thinking about her, I can’t bring myself to care.

And though I should be moving to help her up, I’m fixated on the sight of her at my feet. I need to move. Because if she looks at me right now, there’s every chance in the world that she’ll see how she’s affecting me.

“Do you work late often?”

I shrug and finally reach down to help her up. Her skin is so soft on mine, I want to find out if her skin is that soft all over her body. “I try not to, but sometimes I can get…distracted. And that means I have to stay later to make up for it.”

She swallows as she puts the papers on her desk, glancing at me. I can see echoes of that video that I just watched. The seductress. “Were you distracted today?”

I nod, sliding my hands into my pockets. “I was. In fact, it’s been all day, since I got bumped into in the lobby by a beautiful woman.”

She’s truly blushing now, fingers fidgeting, but she also takes a small step toward me. “I really am sorry about that. I should have been paying more attention.”

Right now, I make the decision that I don’t care about anything else. There’s something singing in the chemistry between us. I swear that I can feel her body on mine even though we’re not touching. I’ve never felt anything like it, and I’m not letting it go.

I step into her space and hear the tiny gasp of breath. Fuck, it’s sexy, and I’m wondering if she’ll make the same sound when I’m pushing into her with my cock. I’m so much taller than her, she has to look up to meet my eyes. “Let me be clear. I’m not complaining about you running into me. I’d be perfectly happy for you to do it again, if you like.”

Her chest rises and falls, drawing my attention to the skin I can see disappearing in her shirt. Brooke licks her lips, and I’m not even sure that she’s aware of it. “I’ll keep that in mind. Is there any time in particular that you’d like me to run into you? Sir?”

The last word is tacked on in a breathless rush. Making it exactly clear where she stands. Fuck, I don’t know what it is about that, but I can barely see straight because there’s so much blood flowing south.

“I googled you,” I say. “In my distraction.”

She smiles, looking up at me with amusement and surprise. It’s like she’s suddenly more comfortable now that we both know what this is. “Oh? And what did you find?”

“I found your videos. You’re very good.”

A soft laugh. “My auditions would say otherwise.”

“Then you haven’t found the right audition.”

Brooke’s eyes drop to my lips before they return to my eyes. “Was that what you were thinking about while watching me? My acting?”

“Not a fucking chance.”

Long seconds stretch in the bare inches of space between us. Finally, “Then show me what you were thinking. Sir.”

It snaps the sham of control that I have. In one movement, I slip my arm around her and pull her against my body. It’s not enough. I want to feel her against me. Backing her against the wall, I press myself into her every lush curve, and I kiss the hell out of her.

3

Brooke

Holy shit. Malcolm Meyer is kissing me. He’s kissing me. This is so, so fast. But even if he thinks that I’m a good actress, I’m not a good enough one to pretend that I don’t love the feeling of his lips on mine or the feeling of his arousal against my stomach.

I saw the gleam in his eyes when he came out of his office, and honestly, I thought that I might have been making it up entirely. But the look of lust on his face when I called him sir. There was no mistaking it.

I’m kissing my boss.

More than that, he has me pressed up against the wall and I can feel every hard inch of him.

I shouldn’t do this. It’s my first day and I need this job. But Malcolm runs his tongue along the seam of my lips, and the streak of heat that washes through me and straight between my legs erases any rational thought.