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“Maybe I woke on the right side of the bed today.”
“You got out the left. I saw you, remember?” She reached out and straightened the lapel of my suit jacket. I was dressed like a monkey to impress. She insisted on it, so the directors knew I wasn’t anything like the reports said I was.
“How could I forget those cute little koala shortie shorts you were wearing.”
Her eyes flicked to meet mine as she finished smoothing me out. Her fingernails brushed my skin, sending a shiver through my body, and my cock hardened immediately, thinking about how incredible those nails would feel running down my back as she cried out my name, sweat-slicked and gasping. I stifled a soft groan.
My eyes tracked the soft motion of her lips, and that thought was back—the one about how soft she looked and whether her softness would feel as good against my body as I imagined it would.
My mind homed in on it. I had a one-track mind, and without warning, reached out and cupped the back of her head, pulling her mouth to mine.
She gasped in surprise, although her lips instinctively moved to match mine. My tongue trailed along her bottom lip, turning the heat in my belly to a full inferno. It was taking everything in me right now not to lift and toss her onto the couch so I could claim and show her the real Abel Clarke.
My free hand grasped her waist, pulling her tightly against my body, so there was no hiding my erection as it dug into her softness longingly. My fingernails bit into her skin, the only thing keeping me in control as I nipped her bottom lip wantonly.
She folded against me, releasing a soft sigh, and it was all the opening I needed as my tongue swept out to collect her taste. God, she was divine.
Who needed drugs when I could have Girl Scout’s cookies? Give me more.
Her tongue brushed tentatively against mine like she, too, needed to taste every piece of me. Then, just as quickly as the kiss began, it ended, and she pulled away, wiping her lips. But her fingers hovered over them, either soothing the swell or in embarrassment.
She avoided my gaze, keeping her eyes lowered for a long moment, hiding from me. True embarrassment? No, she kissed me back. There’s no way she could deny that.
“Abel, we can’t,” she said firmly. Her eyes finally flicked to look at me. “You’re technically my boss. So, this qualifies as sexual harassment. I can file with the agency.” With every word, her firmness loosened. She was trying to convince herself. Iarched an eyebrow. “Try not to look too smug.” She scowled, but the expression did nothing to dissuade me.
Fuck, she was adorable.
I called her bluff. “Well, will you?” I questioned.
Her eyes flashed at the dare, and she stepped back, putting distance between us. “Don’t make me,” is all she said.
I shook my head. “I didn’t make you do anything.” I stepped closer, crowding her space as I pinned a hand on the wall next to her face and leaned in close. Her eyes widened, but there was no fear in them. Her chest rose heavily as she fought to keep her expression neutral. But desire pooled in her eyes, flashing like fire in the pan. She was fighting what she was feeling with every instinct she had. Why? “Maybe that’s what’s bothering you so much. I kissed you, and your body responded because you wanted it. And you know, if we told them it was consensual, there’s nothing they would do about it. Your excuses are smoke and mirrors, Scout. And I see through the illusion.”
“It’s—” she began, licking her lip desperately.
A predatory smile crossed my face. She was the gazelle, and I was the lion. I’d always enjoyed a good hunt, and this would be so fucking satisfying. “Don’t waste your breath. We both know the truth.” I felt it. She wanted me too. She just wasn’t ready yet. I’d convince her.
“Mr. Clarke, we’re ready to begin.” An assistant interrupted our moment, and Scout stepped under my arm to free herself.
“Great,” I flashed the assistant my most charming smile. “You ready for what comes next, Girl Scout?”
The innuendo hung between us while the oblivious assistant still stood there. She blushed.
Next time I made her blush, I intended to see it all over her naked body.
Five
SCOUT
Sexual harassment. I was such a bitch. I couldn’t believe I’d said that to him. I was flustered and alarmed by how much I enjoyed his lips against mine—bewildered by how I reacted to him physically. My nipples hadachedwith the need to feel his mouth on them. Never had I longed to know what a man’s lips would feel like there until it happened. But then all I could think about was if his mouth felt that good on mine, where else would it feel good? And I had a few suggestions to try out.
So, I reacted impulsively, saying what would be the best thing to push him away. But now and every moment since I reacted, I regretted the words that came out of my mouth. I spent the entire meeting staring at him, trying to figure out how he perceived what I had said.
Was he mad? Was he turned off? Did he still want me? God, I hated I was even thinking that. And yet, my lips burned, wanting his against them again. I kept touching them because the ghost of his lips on mine haunted me. I would need an exorcist to get Abel Clarke out from under my skin now.
The ride back to the hotel was hellish as I tried to cope with the fact I had stupidly signed us up to stay in a suite together. Atfirst, the plan was simple: keep an eye on him. Until I realized his gaze was on me, and I’d parked myself right in the lion’s den.
Now that we had kissed, all I could think about was him in the other room, sleeping in nothing but those boxer briefs that hid nothing from the imagination. I stifled a groan as the elevator ascended. The soft sound ricocheted around us, and I took a chance glancing over at him. He was already watching me, a smirk on his face like he could read my mind.
