Page 34 of My Sexy Boss
“Cierra,” he murmured, the vibration of his lips scorching my skin.
Nips, licks, and soft kisses peppered my shoulder, neck, and then back to my shoulder. As my arousal surged through my senses, I craved his lips on mine. I breathed him in and clenched my thighs together in a vain attempt to curb the pulsing.
Then he slid his tongue up my neck, across my jawline, and his mouth crushed against mine. He kissed me hard and deep, breathing in each of my tiny moans and whimpers. Every inch of my body dissolved into his. My fingers tangled in his hair pulling him closer.
“You’re irresistible.” His voice was raw and sent shivers through me. Parting my lips, our tongues entwined as he moved his hands down my back, cupping my ass.
I arched my back, pressing my breasts closer to his hard chest, all the while our lips fused in raw passion. The way his kisses stole my breath and made my veins throb and my heart explode showed me that every other kiss I’d ever had in my life had been wrong. My body had never responded so hungrily to a man’s touch.
When he started to ease me down on my back, my brain kicked in, flashing images of Trace with a bevy of women, Kelsey telling me how he cheated on her, and me scrolling for jobs. Even though my body wanted it, my brain just wouldn’t shut the hell up. I pushed him off me and rolled off the couch.
Trace’s head flinched back and he rubbed his chin. “What’s going on?”
I ran my hands up and down my arms. “I don’t think this is a good idea.”
His brows knitted together. “Are you fucking serious?”
“I’m sorry. It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just that if we do, I know it’ll be awkward come Monday.” He ran his hand through his hair. “You know the policy at work, and I don’t want to be your dirty little secret.”
Shaking his head, he stared at me. “You know you’d never be that.”
“I don’t know. You do have a reputation, and Kelsey told me how you cheated on her,” I said softly. When his face whitened and he looked like I’d just punched him in the stomach, I silently cursed my bluntness.
Standing up, he grabbed his jacket from the arm of the couch and walked to the door. His look penetrated through me. “I thought we’d gone beyond that, Cierra, but I was wrong. As for Kelsey, I wouldn’t believe everything she tells you.”
Then he was gone. The silence was deafening. I ran to the window and watched him disappear around the corner. He hadn’t even looked back.
Sherbet pink and tangerine streaks painted the sky as the sun began its descent behind the horizon. An orange haze cast over the moving ocean, reflecting off every wave. All around, buildings, houses, cars, and stores came alive with light, like someone had taken a handful of glitter and thrown it over the city.
I touched my lips where his kiss still lingered, and sadness invaded my brain. I padded over to the record player and placed the needle on the record. Bob Dylan filled my small apartment, and I stood there listening to the music as tears spilled down my face.
