Chapter 5 5

His mouth crashed onto mine, hungry and demanding, as his palms cupped the curve of my backside, squeezing firmly until a moan escaped my lips.

"I couldn't get these lips out of my head," he murmured against my mouth, his breath hot, his voice dark and rough. "They've become my addiction."

Before I could process the words, his hips pressed into mine, the solid heat of him grinding against me, sending a rush of pleasure up my spine. My hands gripped his shoulders for balance, not that I had any but his hold on me was possessive, unyielding.

He left my lips, trailing his mouth down my neck with slow, purposeful bites. My head tilted back on instinct, giving him more access but then, as if the haze lifted for just a second, reality tried to claw its way back in.

"Stop... Sir, we have to stop," I breathed, but his lips stayed on my skin, drawing out sensations that made my resolve tremble.

"Sir??" This time, he stilled just enough to glance at me, though his mouth didn't leave my neck.

"We shouldn't... you're my boss," I said, my voice uneven as I pushed lightly against his chest. He didn't move.

"You didn't care about that when I had you beneath me the other night," he countered, his tone dripping with temptation.

"That was before I knew." My words were firm, but my traitorous body betrayed me pressing my chest against his until there wasn't an inch of space between us.

His lips curved into a wicked smile. "Now you do. So let me make you feel good again."

Before I could argue, his mouth was back on mine... fierce, consuming. This time I kissed him back with equal heat, letting him think he was in control while I matched every move.

His hands gripped me tighter. "Jump," he ordered, and I obeyed without hesitation, my legs wrapping around his waist.

He carried me effortlessly to his desk, setting me down without breaking the kiss. In one swift motion, he tore my top open, the sound of fabric ripping making my heart race. My gasp was half shock, half desire. The thought of going home in a destroyed top should have bothered me... but at that moment, I couldn't care less.

My hands found his belt. I yanked it open, my fingers brushing the length of him, hard and ready. His sharp groan vibrated against my lips before he bit them, making me shiver. Encouraged, I stroked him faster, loving the way his breath turned ragged.

Clothes fell away until there was nothing between us. His eyes roamed my body like a man starved, savoring every inch before lowering his head and devouring me completely.

Every touch, every thrust sent me spiraling, and I lost count of how many times I unraveled beneath him. When he finally pulled out, my legs trembled so badly I wasn't sure I could stand.

The ache between my thighs was a pulsing reminder of what I'd just let happen... again. The first time, he was a stranger. Now, he was my boss. This couldn't happen anymore.

"We can't keep doing this," I said, still breathless.

He gave me a look that said I was being ridiculous. "Come on, it's just sex."

The words burned, but I swallowed my pride. "If people find out I'm sleeping with my boss, I'll never hear the end of it. Please... let's just keep it professional."

"Fine." His tone was flat, but I didn't miss the glint in his eyes.

I glanced at my ruined top. "And what am I supposed to wear now?"

"One of mine. Like last time."

That stopped me cold. "Wait so you knew?"

"Of course. I threw your dress away."

"What?!" My voice went sharp. "That was one of my favorites!"

"Didn't think I'd see you again after you ran out on me."

"This conversation isn't professional," I snapped.

"Whatever you say." He lifted his hands in mock surrender. "That'll be all, Miss Norman. We'll finish things at work tomorrow."

After slipping into one of his shirts, I grabbed my bag and left.

When I got home, I prayed my best friend wouldn't be there but of course, she was.

She sat on the couch like a mother waiting for her daughter to come home late.

"I know you wouldn't wear that on your first day at work. Spill it."

"You're not going to believe me," I sighed.

"Try me."

"The guy I slept with Friday night? Turns out he's my boss."

Her eyes went wide. "What?!"

"Yeah. He acted like nothing happened, and I went on with my job... until he had me come over to go through some documents. And... we ended up having sex again."

"So what did he say after?"

"Nothing. I told him we need to stop. Keep it professional."

"Anna, you're going to see this man every day. How's that going to work?"

"I don't know, Cara. But I'm not quitting my job over this. I'll just... keep my distance."

She hugged me. "It's going to be fine. Now, enough sulking I ordered pizza."

We laughed and went to the kitchen.

"Good morning, Sir," I greeted as soon as he entered the office.

"Morning, Miss Norman," he replied without looking at me before heading into his office. Good. Professional. Exactly what I wanted.

After a while, I walked in to give him his schedule. "You have a meeting at 9 a.m. with Collins Enterprise, lunch with Mr. Kim from Korea at noon, and Miss Rachel's grand hotel opening in the evening."

"Thank you, Miss Norman."

I turned to leave when his voice stopped me.

"Get a dress, you'll be my date."

Rude.

Do I really have an option?

Unless I want to lose my job, then no.