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I'm not sure if it's his smoldering proximity that's dumbed me down or work that's fried my brain. Either way, it's too late by the time I realize what he's saying.

Nooooooo.

I only get as far as pressing my hands against his chest, intending to shove him off. But the moment the warm heat of his mouth closes over mine, my fingers involuntarily curl, and when his lips pry mine apart, I end up clutching my boss's shirt as his tongue slides inside my mouth.

Aaaah.

My toes curl inside of my shoes.Hard.

Like, as hard as my heart is pounding right now.

Because I've never been kissed this way.

Never.

And so for this to happen with the man I've been working for all this time?

It should feel wrong, but it doesn't.

Everything about this should feel wrong.

The way he's kissing me so hungrily and forcefully?

Or the way he's making it so impossible for me to breathe as his big, hard body presses against mine, and my breasts begin to swell and ache against his chest?

It should all feel wrong, but it doesn't.

And the longer and deeper he kisses me, it feels as if almost a decade's worth of pretences start to fade—

No, oh no.

It can't be.

Adriano suddenly wrenches his head away, and even as I take much-needed gulps of air, our eyes have collided— `

It can't.

But the truth I can no longer deny also glitters back at me from his gaze.

We wanted this.

From the start.

We both wanted this.

And as soon as the thought becomes impossibly clear in my mind—

It's all over for me.

When he lets go of my hands, I don't push him away.

When he reaches for me, I remain completely still.

It's as if knowing we've both wanted each other from the start has cast a spell on me, and there's suddenly this restless craving inside of me. Like a part of me has had needs that have been unmet for eight long years.

And a half.

But who's counting, right?