Finally, I turned around in his arms, resting my palms on his chest and looking up at him. “Beau . . .” I whispered. “Are you sure? Everyone will know.”
He swallowed hard. “I know. I want you, Pris. I’ve wanted you for years, but I just haven’t pursued you because I didn’t want to be that guy.”
I blew out a breath, my head tilting as I studied him closely. “Whatguy? My boss?”
“Yeah,” he said.
I scowled at him. “You’re a good man, Beau Adams. A good boss, too, even though I give you a hard time about it. And while I understand why you never crossed this line before now, I wish you would have.”
He pressed his forehead to mine, his eyes closing. “Me too.”
“So . . . what are we going to do about it?”
He leaned back, his eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. “What do youwantto do about it? You already know I’d get on my knees for you.”
My brows shot up. Sometimes, I felt like an open book around this man. “Oh would you, now?”
“I would.” He straightened his spine, a smirk tugging. “Right now.”
A few days of pure lust hit me like a freight train. “Beau . . .”
“I can take a break,” he whispered, swallowing hard.
As crazy as it was, I wanted him to. “I’ll meet you in your bedroom. Thirty minutes. Okay?”
He nodded slowly. “I’ll be there.”
I took a step back from him, and then another, until I felt the door knob behind me. “Are you sure?”
Beau smiled. “I’ll see you in thirty minutes, Pris. In my room.”
Thirty minutes.
Just enough time for me to wonder if I’d lost my damn mind.
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Thirty minutes flew by fasterthan a tornado and slower than molasses. By the time I made it to my door, I wondered if I’d imagined everything. Kissing Sky, kissing Pris, us finally admitting thatsomethinghad been between us for so long that we hadn’t pursued.
I rapped my knuckles on the wood, glancing left and right for anyone else. It was still middle of the day, though, and the house was quiet. My pulse raced as my door swung open.
Pris’ fingers curled into my button down and she yanked me forward with enough force that I stumbled in. The door shut behind us as she turned the lock, a heavy silence settling between us.
Damn.She was gorgeous. Everything about her was absolutely perfect. I had no idea why she would want anything to do with me, but I didn’t have time to really second guess that.
She leaned up on her tiptoes, her soft, plush lips brushing mine. I groaned, my hands settling on her hips. In a swift motion, I lifted her so her legs could wrap around my waist. Her arms looped around my neck, heat bursting between us.
I couldn’t get enough of her. After all of that yearning and pining, every touch was like holding a slice of heaven.
She drew back, catching her breath. “Fuck,” she mumbled. “You’re real good at that.”
“So are you,” I rasped.
“Put me down.”
Reluctantly, I let her feet hit the floor. A bolt of surprise shocked me as she reached up and twined her fingers in my hair, giving me a gentle push.
