I'm trying not to get flustered, but he's making it really difficult. I don't even know if he realizes. He's too close. And he's too hot. Too fucking hot.
Swallowing hard, I keep shifting my eyes around his body, trying to maintain some form of composure.
My mind can't grasp any real thoughts. I'm not thinking about the job, or the way Sandy threatened to fire me. I'm not thinking about making a good impression, or how badly I want this job.
All I can think about is letting him have his way with me. Bending me over this desk, yanking my skirt up, and kicking my legs apart so he can fuck me.
I want to feel his strong hands grip my ass, using me any way he wants. I want to feel his lips on my neck, and his tongue slip up the center of my chest, circling each nipple and plucking them between his teeth.
These thoughts flood my body, allowing old, buried feelings to bubble up in my gut. My cheeks flush the closer he gets, my nipples pebble as my breathing intensifies, causing my breasts to scrape the inside of my bra.
Lyle clears his throat as he adjusts on his feet. His eyes are on the computer screen, watching the system updates as they load quickly. He looks so calm, so relaxed, so definitely not in the same head space as me.
He's thinking computer programs and upcoming projects, while I'm thinking about sex and his cock.
Cool down, Dalia. It ain't happening.
“All right, let me show you what project we want to start you with.” He lays a flat palm down on the desk, lowering his face so it's hovering over my shoulder. “Did Giada give you the folders?”
“Yes, she did.” Leaning over to pick them up off the floor, I look up to catch Lyle peering down my shirt.
He doesn't notice that I spot him, or the little smile on my face as he's taking a peek. Swallowing slowly, and with very timid movements, Lyle lets his gaze slip back up to my eyes. He doesn't look embarrassed that he's been caught.
He looks empowered, as if he's glad I caught him. There's a glint in his cobalt blue eyes, one that makes me nervous and excited all at the same time. But I don't know how to react. I'm not sure if I should smile or slap him.
Do I want him to know I enjoy the fact he looked?
Do I want him to see the desire seeping from my body?
He's your boss!
You can't fuck your boss.
Leaning back in my chair, I try to put a little space between us. Lyle's off limits. Nothing can happen between us because my brain is right, he's my boss. Period.
Teetering in place, I lean back a little too far, and the chair starts to tip. Throwing my hands out to grab at anything, I reach blindly catching nothing but fists full of air.
Lyle reacts instantly, lunging forward and grabbing the back of my chair. He's holding me up by the head rest, his face hovering inches away from my neck. I can feel his hot breath against my skin, and a rush goosebumps cascades down my arms, making the hair stand on end.
I can't move, and I don't want to. I'm caught between this god of a man, and the floor. I'm trying so hard to keep myself in check, to not give him the slightest hint that I'm turned on. But God damn, things are happening to my body that haven't happened in a long time.
“You should probably get up before someone sees us and thinks we're doing something wrong.” My words come out all breathy and soft. I sound like I've been running, and I can't catch my breath.
We're eye to eye, cheek to cheek, a hair away from kissing. Lyle licks his lips, drawing my eyes down his face. And that's when I notice—he's hard. It's not just an outline, or a bulge, he's fucking erect.
Oh shit. Oh shit.
My pussy drips with need instantly. So many dirty thoughts run through my mind, but I know it isn't going to happen. Not here. Not like this. Rubbing my thighs together, I try to soothe my throbbing clit.
He leans in a little more, then a little bit more, our lips a paper width apart. His eyes flick back and forth between mine as the tip of his tongue settles on the inner edge of this lips.
He's going to kiss me. Holy shit, he's actually going to kiss me.
Lyle hovers there for a single breath, and I ready myself for the kiss. My eyes start to close, head falling into position so I can kiss him back.
Then he's gone, the space between us is suddenly empty. But it's still warm, the air around me is holding the heat that built between us.
Lyle runs his fingers through his hair and takes a long step back.
“Excuse, Mr. Vox?” Giada is in the doorway, her arms full of long rolls of paper and more folders.
What is he, a fucking psychic now too?
“Yes?” His voice is thick and cold all over again. “What do you need?” he asks, his gaze turning to ice.
He shut it down so easily while I'm sitting here like a wet noodle, unable to straighten my back. I can barely catch my breath or look at the figure in the doorway. I'm too flustered to even make eye contact, so I peer at the computer like I'm concentrating.
“Your ten o'clock is here. I set him up in the conference room like you asked.”
I can feel the sweat on the back of my neck, and I can't seem to stop my heart from racing. If we’d have gotten caught kissing, I can't imagine what his sister would do. I'd be fired on the spot, no doubt about that.
“I'll be right there,” he
