DIRTY SINS: A compilation of short forbidden stories
So cheap.
But the hunger in his eyes made my resolve falter. The way he stared at me, raw, possessive and unrestrained, didn’t feel like the boss I thought I knew.
“Sir, I—” My words broke off in a gasp as his mouth crashed onto mine, stealing my protest and replacing it with fire. My lips parted on instinct, a soft, helpless sound slipping out as his tongue teased mine.
I found myself tugging at the buttons of his shirt, each one falling open under my trembling fingers. My palm brushed over his chest, tracing the firm ridges of muscle down to his abs. God, he was every fantasy I’d ever had, carved to perfection.