Brazen Bossman: A Hero Club Novel, стр. 29
I pause to take a breath as the massive tirade that just left my lips has exhausted me, and he just sits there, scrubbing his hand over his scruffy beard, not saying anything, but I can see a smirk on his lips.
“Don’t you dare make fun of me right now. You have me all screwed up. I don’t even know which way is up. You want me, but you don’t. You push me away then pull me back in. Just pick, Nathanial. Or I will take away your choice.”
“Meaning?”
The one simple word hangs in the air.
“Meaning, I’ll make the choice right now that I will not be open to pursuing any type of friendship or arrangement with you, and I will request, via HR, to move departments. Because working together would be less than possible after this.”
I watch him as he rises from his desk, pulling off his suit jacket and discarding it on the back of his chair. He’s dressed to the nines today, and he looks good enough to eat.
“Answer this question, Piper.”
He steps toward me again.
“What?”
“What does your body and your mind tell you that you want?”
I don’t even have to think, I know what they want, and I don’t hesitate to tell him as such.
“They both want you. It’s like you’re an itch I can’t scratch and part of me doesn’t even want to. Part of me wants to just let it itch forever and ever and never give in, because let’s face it, that would make things a hell of a lot easier.”
“And what would happen if we gave in?”
“If we gave in, I have a feeling we’d never want to stop. If how I felt yesterday, right here on this very desk, is any indication… if you touch me again… we’re fucked.” I lick my lips, my eyes moving back and forth between his, searching for a hint of what he may be thinking. “Pun absolutely intended.”
“And how does that make you feel?” He steps toward me again, but this time, I make a move as well, closing the distance between us just a little.
“Terrified.”
“Why?”
“You’re my boss, for one. For two, you are already trying to figuratively piss all over me because I had lunch with a friend who happens to have a penis…”
“Who also looks at you like he wants to eat you,” he interrupts.
“How could you possibly know that?”
“Because that’s how I look at you.”
Jesus H. Christ. His words are porn in and of themselves.
“This is a terrible idea, Mr. Lennox. You know that. I know that, but…”
He keeps walking toward me and comes to a stop when we are toe to toe. He is towering over me and I am forced to tilt my head back in order to see his face.
“Piper, I thought about this long and hard last night, after I left you, and you’re right. I went about this the wrong way, so this is what I think we should do.” He reaches out and places a hand on my cheek, and without thinking, I nuzzle into it. “I’m giving you the keys. You’re in the driver’s seat. I’m going to tell you where I stand and it’s in your control after that.”
I can feel myself begin to shake just from his touch alone. “Where do you stand?”
“I want you. I want you right now and I’m so hard it hurts. That’s what you do to me. Just seeing you right here, smelling your shampoo, and hearing your voice sets me on fire. That’s where I stand. I want you. The rest, if you’re willing, we can figure out as we go.”
This man is offering himself to me on a platter. I’ve always done what I want and lived my life however I wanted to, everyone else be damned.
Why should that change now?
“Fuck it.”
I wrap my fingers around his tie and pull him to me, smashing my lips onto his.
Chapter 11
Nathanial
Her lips taste exactly like I thought they would.
Cherry with the slightest hint of her mint toothpaste. It’s a flavor I’m never going to get enough of. I’m a doomed man, destined to be addicted to this woman’s lips until the day I die.
When she opens them just enough to allow her tongue to peek through and touch mine, I nearly come undone right there where I stand.
The kiss is chaotic in that it’s like we can’t get enough of one another, but subdued enough because we know we shouldn’t take it any further in here.
But that doesn’t mean we will stop.
I slide my hands down her back to grip the globes of her ass. Squeezing, I lift her off the ground, and she wraps her legs around my waist.
I spin around and take a seat on the small sofa that resides in the back corner of my office, letting her spread out astride me.
She pulls back, breaking the kiss and arranges all of her hair over her left shoulder, places her hands on my chest, and gives me the sexiest, sideways smile.
“Fuck you’re incredible.” I grip the back of her neck and pull her back down, capturing her lips once again.
Seconds turn into minutes, minutes bleed into an unknown amount of time that she and I stay just like this—making out on a couch behind a locked door like two teenagers.
Her dress rides higher and higher up her body until it’s