Worth’s gaze doesn’t falter. It pins me in place even as I spin and Ethan’s hand steadies me.
After a while, I excuse myself to go to the bathroom for a breather, leaving Ethan abruptly on the dance floor.
The second I’m inside, I sag against the sink, dragging in a shaky breath.
I splash cool water on my wrist but it does nothing to calm me, especially when I can still feel Worth’s eyes burning into my back.
The heavy door opens behind me, and I whirl around just as he steps inside. “What are you doing? Are you out of your mind? This is the women’s bathroom!”
Worth chuckles low. “No. You wandered into the employee bathroom.” He tips his head towards the sign I missed, smirk curling his lips. “Convenient, isn’t it?”
I glance under the stalls, heart battering against my ribs. Empty. Relief tangles with dread. “You can’t be in here,” I babble, stepping back. “We can’t?—”
But Worth is already moving. His presence swallows up the tiled space until my spine hits cool metal. He nudges me backwards into a large stall, and before I can form another protest, the lock clicks shut behind him.
“Worth—”
He cuts me off with his mouth. Hard. His lips crush mine, and my gasp is swallowed whole. The taste of him explodes across my tongue.
His palm slides into my hair, fingers tangling deep. He tugs, angling my head back, and his mouth trails fire along my jaw, down my neck. My knees weaken.
“We have to stop,” I breathe, words stumbling between frantic kisses. “We can’t do this. It’s a disaster waiting to happen.”
But my body betrays me, arching as his lips drag lower, grazing the swell of my chest where the neckline of my dress dips scandalously low. My nipples tighten against the thin fabric, shameless proof of how badly I’m unraveling.
His mouth sears down my neck, and I can barely think. My hands push weakly at his chest, but it only presses me deeper against the wall.
“Worth, we can’t—” My voice shakes. “This is… this is wrong. You’re my boss. You literally sign my paychecks. If someone finds us in here, it’s not just my job on the line, it’s my whole career?—”
His lips graze the dip of my collarbone and my knees buckle. I grip his shoulders, desperate to keep myself standing, pulling him closer.
“I’m serious,” I rush out, breathless. “This is reckless and stupid, and people like you don’t get caught, but women like me? We’re the ones who get chewed up and spit out, and?—”
His teeth nip at my skin, wrenching a gasp from me.
“You’re… you’re making it impossible to think straight?—”
His fingers tighten in my hair, tugging my head back to expose more of my throat. Heat floods me, shame and need colliding in a dizzy mess.
“And if this keeps going, I don’t even know what I’ll do, because I can’t stop wanting it, even though I know it’ll ruin everything, and?—”
“God, you talk too fucking much, Mya,” he growls against my mouth, cutting off my ramble with a kiss that leaves no space for air, no space for protest, just the furious clash of lips.
His other hand grips my hip, thumb pressing into bare skin where my dress has ridden up.
Then, Worth drops to his knees.
The sight knocks the air from my lungs. Worth Miller, CEO, on the grimy bathroom tile, looking up at me with hunger. His hands skim up my legs, gripping, possessive, as if he could hold me in place by sheer will.
“I can’t bear another second not touching you, Kitten,” he rasps, voice guttural. “I need to get this out of my system—for both our sakes. Just this once.” His fingers curl against the hem of my dress, inching it higher, pleading with his touch as much as with his words.
His mouth scorches a path up my thighs.
“Let me do this,” he rasps. “Just once. Let me have this. Please.”
My head shakes, even as I arch towards him. I should say no. I should shove him away. Instead, the words tumble out. “Okay. Yes.”
In the next breath, my thong is torn away, and then his mouth is on me. Heat explodes through my body as his lips seal around my clit, sucking hard. A cry rips from my throat. My fingers dive into his hair, gripping tight, and my eyes roll back.