Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 57043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
“You look like you want to kiss me,” Griffin says softly, in a gruff tone that tells me he’s thinking un-gentlemanly like thoughts just as I am.
“Do I?” A small smile creeps up on my face as I tease him.
Griffin nods and smiles too.
I take a steadying breath, because if I don't say something now, I'll regret it. There's no better time than this. The bar's closed, everybody's at home because of the snow, and we can do anything we want, at least for tonight.
“Want to pretend you're not my boss?” I ask, matching his tone. “So I could just kiss you and finally know what that feels like?” The moment the words are out of my mouth, I can’t believe I said them. I can’t believe I’d risk the one place in my life where I have stability. And the one person I could live my entire life watching, knowing he’s happy with how I’m doing.
Griffin looks at me, and for once there's nobody to interrupt. The tension between us crackles through the air.
“Have you been wondering?” he asks, taking a single step forward.
“Yeah,” I admit as my heartbeat gets louder in my ears.
There's another short silence, and Griffin walks forward slowly until he's a foot away from me. It's so much warmer in the air when he's standing close.
“I could pretend that, if you can pretend you're not my employee.”
“I'm not. Not right now. I'm just a girl who wandered into the bar and saw something she liked.”
“What was that?” he questions.
“You.” I take another deep breath. “I've been interested for a while now, and I need something to take the edge off.”
His eyes narrow just slightly and I second guess what I said. “Just a kiss from someone I saw across the room.”
“I'm a gentleman,” he repeats, and puts his hands at my waist. His touch is steady and warm, and I want to fall into him. “It wouldn't be right to let you leave without giving you what you need.”
“It wouldn’t be right at all,” I say softly, lost in his longing gaze.
“Kiss me then,” he murmurs just beneath his breath. “Just like you want to.”
“What about you?” I ask. I'm suddenly nervous now that I'm so close to him again. I know he wants this too, otherwise he wouldn't be touching me. But I have to be sure. “Has this been on your mind?”
“On my mind?” he questions and then huffs a laugh. “I've been pretending I'm not your boss and wondering what it would be like to kiss you…because I saw something I want, too.”
“Just one kiss?” I ask, not knowing how I could stand the tension for this long.
“As many as you want,” he answers.
And then I do it. I get up on my tiptoes, but before I can kiss him, he leans down and kisses me first. It’s magic and surreal and everything I dreamed it would be. His lips are exactly as soft as I thought they'd be, and he kisses me confidently. Griffin moves his hands up my body to my neck and he cups my face, then threads his fingers through my hair and deepens the kiss.
His touch is hot and heady, and I’m dizzy with lust. I want more with every fraction of a second that passes.
I moan into his mouth, and I think he makes a sound into mine. I can't tell because he's pushing my coat and purse to the floor and taking me in his arms. I can’t help myself. I go for everything I want and need, my hands slipping up his jacket, needing skin on skin. Griffin kisses down my neck while he unbuttons my pants and pushes at them until I can kick them off. I climb right up into his arms and wrap my legs around his waist, and then he carries me to the bar.
It all happens so fast, and I do everything I can not to think and to just focus on the moment. So I can remember this forever.
Somehow he manages to strip off his outer shirt and lay it down, then perches me on top of it so my bare ass doesn't get cold. Griffin unzips his jeans with frantic motions while I kiss the corner of his mouth and his neck. His scent is intoxicating. Hell, I could be drunk right now and my mind wouldn’t know the difference. I’m drunk on him and the idea of giving in after all this time. I don't want to let go of him, so I throw my arms around his neck and balance on the bar.
He takes his dick in his hand and runs the tip of his cock between my slit, letting out a loud groan. Tease. He teases me and I let my head fall back, feeling the cool air against my hot face.