She stumbles back a step, shaking her head. “No. No, no… we can’t—” Her voice cracks as she straightens her blouse. “We have to stop this.”
I stand frozen, my cock painfully hard, the taste of her still lingering on my tongue.
Mya avoids my gaze as she rushes for the door, yanking it open. Before she slips out, she throws one last line over her shoulder:
“You’re my boss, Worth. I can’t lose this job. This can’t happen again.”
The door slams shut, leaving me alone with the echo of her words and the ache in my body.
I drag both hands down my face, muttering, “Fuck.”
She’s right.
But I know I’ll never be able to keep my hands off her.
18
MYA
Idon’t stop moving until I’m back at my desk. My lips are tingling, my whole body thrumming like I just stepped off a rollercoaster.
What the hell just happened?
One second I was furious with Worth, ready to unleash every ounce of anger for making me feel unwanted again, and the next… his mouth was on mine. His hands on me. His body pressed against me so tight I couldfeelhow much he wanted me.
And I wanted him back.God, I wanted him back.
The kiss was nothing like I expected it to be. It was rough, unyielding, all of the tension and fury spilling out at once.
For one reckless moment, I didn’t give a damn that he’s my boss.
His lips moved against mine as if he’d been starving for it, and the hunger was contagious.
I press trembling fingers to my lips, heat rushing through me.
Shame battles against the ache between my thighs. I’m an idiot.
Every warning bell in my head was screaming, but my heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was trying to crawl out of my chest just to get closer to him.
I shove the thoughts down and focus on breathing. On keeping my head above water. If I’m not careful, I’ll drown in him.
I straighten my posture, force my hands to still, and plaster my best “everything’s fine” face on. Because if anyone even suspects what just happened behind that locked door, I’m finished.
So I’m done with him.
But as much as I tell myself that last part… I don’t believe it.
Instead of stopping at my desk, I push through the bathroom door and brace my hands on the cool edge of the sink.
My reflection is a dead giveaway: flushed cheeks, swollen lips, wide eyes, as if I’ve seen a ghost. Except it was Worth-fucking-Miller with his hands all over me, kissing me like he wanted to eat me alive.
I splash cold water on my face, trying to calm down, but it only makes my hands shake harder. My phone is already in my grip before I register unlocking it.
SOS.
I don’t bother with context. Tiana will know it’s bad.
I sink onto the little bench near the stalls, my head in my hands. I need to get it together.