The Billionaire's Love Game
“At least drink some water.”
“Make me—” In three long strides, the Boss closes the gap between us. He snatches up a waiting water bottle cracks open the top, and pours a few glugs into his mouth before roughly crashing his lips to mine. I’m so stunned my mouth falls open, the cool water rushing in. I must be thirstier than I first believed because I swallow automatically, my body more than eager for hydration. The Boss grasps my chin, his lips still hovering dangerously close to mine. I can’t step back, and I can’t move forward. All I can do is stand there, dumbfounded and more than a little high, the taste of his tongue still lingering on mine. My brain struggles to comprehend what just hap
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