My brain goes haywire and my eyes shut as Rowan devours my mouth. Both of his hands clutch onto the podium behind me, trapping my body between his thick forearms.
He kisses in the same way he does everything else—with practiced precision and restrained power. I’m tempted to drive him wild because all that pent-up anger must go somewhere. I’ll happily volunteer as tribute.
I’m a lost cause to my inhibitions as I kiss him back. My hands fist the front of his suit and I hold on like I might fall if I let go.
This is so wrong. He’s your BOSS!
Rowan kisses away each thought. Our tongues lash out against one another in a silent battle. Kissing Rowan is a completely new experience. Toxic to the point of overdosing and erotic enough to leave me aching for more. A kiss filled with so much passion, it seems like he might die if he stops. Hell, I might drop dead if he keeps going.
But what a way to go.
Rowan presses his body into mine. I’m hit with a rush down my spine as he rocks his erection into me. I don’t need any kind of tool to determine he’s big. I moan and he sucks up the sound. He pushes harder, and I feel him everywhere.
The wheels of the podium roll, and the entire thing moves. I lose my footing. Rowan latches onto my arm before my ass has the chance to hit the carpet.
I rip my arm out of his grasp. He looks at me with dilated pupils and swollen lips. My eyes drop to the bulge that I was very interested in only a few seconds ago. I nearly stumble from the sheer size of whatever he has hidden beneath his slacks.
I can’t believe I did that to my boss. What was I thinking?!
I wipe my mouth with my hand as if it can erase the memory of his lips, but it’s a hopeless cause. He might as well have branded my lips with his initials.
“Shit.” The lust disappears from his eyes, gone in the blink of an eye. His chest rises with each ragged breath.
I snap out of his trance. I’m on an escape mission as I rush to grab my purse and bolt from the room, leaving a silent Rowan behind.
I’m not sure what the hell happened, but I lock our kiss away in the never think about again if I value my life file, located in the darkest corner of my brain. Right next to the stupid shit I did while drunk and dick pics categories.
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Rowan
Fuck. That’s all I can say to myself as I walk all the way back to my office. Every time I think I have my urges under control, the memory of Zahra’s lips against mine has my body reacting all over again.
It was a bad idea to ask Zahra to stay after the meeting. Things escalated when she talked back to me in a way I’ve never experienced before. It should have been a huge turn-off. I’ve never been attracted to anyone who disrespects authority, so I’m not sure what about Zahra draws me in. Instead of listening to the rational voice in my head earlier, I ran face-first into the biggest red flag without blinking.
I don’t know what it is about her that stops me from thinking. Threats bounce off her and my glares only make her laugh harder. And after the way she treated me in the meeting, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to kick her out of Dreamland or fuck her until she apologized for how she spoke to me.
And the noises she made when my tongue glided across hers… Fuck. I groan as blood rushes to my cock again.
I shove my hands in my hair and tug. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
Declan would string me by the balls on the Castle’s flagpole if he found out I kissed an employee. I consider all my options on how I could get ahead of this impending HR shitstorm but there’s no way around it. In the end, I deserve whatever lawsuit Zahra wants to hit me with. I’m the one who kissed her. No matter how she reacted to my touch, it’s my responsibility to remain professional and hold myself to a higher standard.
Instead of going back to my office, I head toward my house at the back corner of Dreamland. I pull out my phone and call my pilot, wanting to get the hell out of here for a while before I do something else that could jeopardize the best shot I have at succeeding with this project.