Signed Sealed and Divorced. The CEO’s biggest regret
Heart pounding, she tugged him forward and pressed her mouth to his.
The kiss was immediate heat — lips molding, breath tangling, her fingers curling into his jacket. For a second he froze, then he deepened it, one hand sliding to her waist, the other cradling the back of her neck as though she might vanish if he didn’t hold her close.
When they finally broke apart, foreheads brushing, both of them were breathing hard.
“Can I be your boyfriend, Miss Layla?” Voss whispered, voice husky with need but laced with something softer, rawer. “I would’ve done it a better way — and I still will — but I can’t wait anymore.”