The Boss hole (An Enemies To Lovers Romance)

I moved across the room, pushing my office chair back to thud into the wall. Even as I walked toward her, I felt myself making plans for what I’d say. Some of them were good plans. Logical explanations for why we couldn’t and shouldn’t. They were sound reasons for waiting until we were settled in New York or other bullshit like that.

But by the time I got close enough to see the freckles spattered across her smooth, reddened cheeks, it all went out the window. I did exactly what I’d just been imagining. I took a fistful of her hair and jerked her head back just enough to let her know I wasn’t fucking around. It made her head tilt back and her lips part.

She was watching me with those big, princess eyes. She looked stunned. Good. I didn’t need her smart mouth getting mixed up in things this time.

“You’re not stupid,” I agreed, looking down at her and moving slowly to close the door of my office behind her. I slowly slid the lock in place, then pressed her back against the door, fist still wound up in her hair. “You’re so far from it that I can’t fire you, even if I desperately want to.”

“That’s only a halfway good compliment,” she said, eyes still wide.

I grinned. “I want to fire you so I can fuck your brains out without risking everything I’ve worked for.”

“Hypothetically speaking,” she said, licking her lips. “If I wanted that too, why would it have ruin anything?”

My body was pressing against hers and I could feel the two points of pressure from her breasts against my stomach. My cock was already hard as diamond, and I wasn’t sure how I hoped to talk myself down from this point. I’d never needed to be inside a woman as badly as I did at that moment. I needed it so much it physically hurt to delay, but I still waited. I watched her eyes flick between mine—her chest rising with each sharp breath she sucked in. “Because you don’t know the truth about me,” I said.

Stop it, Adrian. Don’t be a fucking idiot.

“What truth?” she asked.

“My real name is-”

“Wait,” Jules said, pressing her finger to my lips. “I have a secret too. But… I don’t know what you’ll think of me when I tell it to you. What if we promise to tell the truth once we’ve done this?”

I frowned. “You’re sure?” My heart was pounding out of my chest and it barely registered that she had some dark secret as well. I doubted it held a candle to mine and very much doubted it would’ve changed my mind about what we were about to do.

“Yes. I’m tired of wanting this so bad. If we’re going to spill our secrets and maybe ruin everything, let’s just do this first. Please. Just do it.”

My dick twitched. She was like an ice cream cone on a hot day begging to be eaten. I pressed my lips to hers, obliterating any stray thoughts about duty or my obligation to tell the truth. She’d given us both a temporary pass, after all. We were both going to enjoy the moment and worry about the rest later.

“Do what?” I asked. My voice was a rasp in her ear.

She arched her neck, begging me to kiss her there. “Me,” she answered.

The time for teasing was through. This wasn’t about proving I could last hours or using all the tricks I could manage. It was about release. My body needed this like it would need water after a trek across the desert. Each day of looking at Jules without claiming her was torture, and this was the release I’d been waiting for.

I spun her and pushed her against my desk, lifting her ass so she sat there.

“Should we close your blinds?” she asked.

I glanced over my shoulder, then made an annoyed sound. Nobody appeared to have noticed, but I doubted our budding office romance wasn’t already a hot topic for gossip. I moved and tugged all of them shut, then went back to her, pushing her legs open and pulling her towards me. Her hips slammed into me, pressing against my hard cock and making me gasp in satisfaction. I lifted her shoulders up so I could kiss her. Her lips were cherry sweet and soft as silk.

I pressed a greedy palm to her flat stomach, sliding it up her shirt and not caring that I was popping buttons on her blouse as I moved up toward her breast. When I reached her bra, I pushed it out of the way and groaned into her mouth at the satisfying weight and warmth of her breast filling my hand. Her nipple was a hard point against my skin already.

“How badly do you want this,” I asked, kissing down from her mouth to her neck and then to claim her hard nipple in my mouth.