Kissing the Boss
I forgot to care about how we should be more careful around the premises and clutched his face between my hands, kissing him back.
“Well?” he asked, unlocking his tongue from mine a minute later and pressing his forehead to my brow.
I looked up into his eyes and squealed out the elated sound I’d been containing all day. When I began to jump up and down, he laughed.
“Really?” he asked, looking relieved. “Your design was chosen? Ah, hell, baby. That’s amazing.” He stamped his mouth back to mine for a hard, brief, congratulatory kiss. “Which one was yours?”