Reckless (Irresistible 6)

I slept with my boss.

The words repeated in my head as I relived flashes of it all.

The chiseled sections of Adam’s six-pack.

The warm lashing of his tongue across my nipple and his greedy hands squeezing all over my body.

I could actually feel every ounce of pent-up lust

and desire in his touch and just thinking about it again this morning stole my breath away. Yeah, that… really happened, I thought, a fresh wave of awe hitting me as I relived his smooth lips. His rough tongue.

That fucking kiss.

I mean what the hell was that?

It had been such a shock of intimacy in the middle of our dirty, sweaty filth-fest, and not only had I let it happen, I’d… enjoyed it. So much so that it was exactly what sent me over the edge and made me come—as promised—harder than I’d ever come in my life.

It was a bit troubling how good it felt.

At the same time, I refused to let myself overanalyze it.

We did what we did last night to get it out of our systems. To squash the sexual tension and carry on with our lives, I reminded myself while staring at my reflection in the mirror and trying to brush my teeth like it was any other morning.

You’re just gonna fake it till you make it, baby.

That was the name of the game for this particular Friday, and it was the mantra I repeated in my head as I drove to work, peppering in the occasional “you’re fine” and “relax,” and just for good measure, a “you can work through any level of awkwardness”—just in case our little sexperiment did not in fact fix anything between us.

It actually worked enough to ease my nerves as I got into the office and said good morning to everyone in a passably normal way. I did, of course, stealthily scan the floor for Adam and wonder where he was, if he was in yet and what the hell it was going to be like when I saw him today.

But I didn’t have to wonder long, because just as I got to my desk, Liza came over, eyes playfully narrowed at me as I rounded my desk.

“K-Beauty?” she asked just as my heart leapt briefly into my throat.

Because emerging from an office behind her was Adam in a sharp grey suit, his smirking eyes already locked on mine as he strode toward his office.

I forcibly tore my eyes off of him, returning them to Liza at I set my purse on my desk. “What?”

“Are you doing that new skincare routine Deb’s been going on about? You’re literally glowing,” she said just as Adam passed my desk—stroking his bottom lip and wearing the biggest shit-eating grin of his life.

Bastard.

I suppressed my overwhelming need to shake my head as I heard him settling into his chair in his office, because I knew he was still listening to every word of my conversation with Liza. Even with a wall between us, his smugness was so palpable that I struggled for a second to think of my answer.

“Umm, yes, actually. That’s exactly what it is,” I said, assuming it’d be fastest in terms of getting me out of the conversation. But it wasn’t.

“Girl, I need this in my life,” Liza said. “I mean you’ve always had good skin but I’ve never seen it glow like this. What are you using? What’s the name?”

Umm.

Boss Dick?

“I… don’t remember off the top of my head, but once I get home I’ll be sure to take a picture of it for you,” I said to a pouting Liza. And then we talked for another minute but as soon as she left, I peered my narrowed eyes into Adam’s office and shook my head.

His gaze was focused on his laptop, but he was still wearing the remnants of that smile. Asshole, I snorted to myself as I turned back to face the front.

Well. I already want to smack the smug look off his face again. So maybe that’s a good sign, I thought as I shook my head through my first few emails of the day, because I already had a fair amount of messages to give to Adam, but that required going into his office and facing his annoying hotness and smugness—and in the very room where we’d had crazy, sweaty, admittedly mind-blowing sex twelve hours ago.

Yeah, except don’t think about that right now, I reminded myself. Or ever, since you are literally never allowed to look at his dick again let alone touch it. My fingers clicked away as I typed another sentence. Or taste it.