Page 30 of Bossy Wicked Prince

Almost like she can hear me, Cat reaches up for the zipper on the back of her dress. She fumbles with it, having a hard time gripping it with the awkward angle. “Ugh, I can’t reach. Can you help me?”

Dangerous.

I shouldn’t be doing anything involving helping Cat take her clothes off. We’re standing right at her doorway, with her unused bed right behind her. It’s all too inviting. The only thing I should be doing right now is walking away.

Ignoring my instincts, I step behind her and sweep her blonde hair over her shoulder. I slowly slide the long zipper down her back, exposing her skin inch by inch. The zipper finally ends just above the lacy top of her underwear.

I realize I’ve been holding my breath.

I’m done unzipping her, but I don’t take a step back. I hover behind her, a scant few inches between us.

Fuck, this is so wrong. She’s my assistant, and I’m her boss. I ruined the chance of anything happening between us the second I offered her a job.

Then she lets the dress slip off her shoulders. It pools at her feet in a pile of gold fabric, leaving her in nothing but a white lacy bra and a tiny matching thong. My jaw drops. I’ve got an unbelievable view of her small, slender body and sweet curves.

She’s even more beautiful than I could have imagined. I can see the beauty mark on her shoulder blade. The almost-faded tan line she must have gotten from wearing a bikini in the summer. All the little flaws that remind you that the woman in front of you is flesh and blood, and yours, if you’ll just reach out to touch her.

Cat turns around, a sweet smile on her face.

If I were a good man, I wouldn’t look. But all my better angels have sold their fucking souls, because nothing on earth could stop me from taking in this stunning view. Her pale breasts with the rosy nipples showing through her bra. The curve of her stomach and hips. The way her thighs press together.

“It’s only fair you see me, too,” she says. “I did getquitethe view of you in the kitchen.”

My cock twitches, reminding me of exactly what she saw.

She points to my chest. “You’ve got a little scar there. Where’s it from?”

I got it when I tripped while holding a glass bottle. But I don’t tell her that, because I know she doesn’t really give a fuck where I got it. She just wants a reason to brush her fingertips over it, so she can see how her touch makes me shiver.

She glances up at me, the hunger in her eyes matches the hunger growing in the pit of my stomach. She bites her lush lower lip and I can’t fucking help it.

My lips crash down on hers, and it feels inevitable. We’ve been circling each other for too long. Eventually, something was going to snap.

Cat’s tongue slides against mine as our mouths melt together. She lets me control the kiss, tasting her exactly like I want to.

Better. Reality is better than everything I imagined.

Cat scrapes her fingers down my abs, making every hair on my body stand up. Growling, I take her wrists and pull her handsup my chest before my cock can get any bright ideas about what happens if she keeps moving down.

She hums against my mouth, happily exploring my pecs and biceps instead. She touches me like she wants to memorize me.

Grabbing her ass, I pick her up so I don’t have to lean so far down to kiss her. She wraps her legs around my waist and grabs my shoulders for balance.

My towel falls again, and neither of us cares. The only thing separating my hard cock from her seeping core is her thong. All I’d have to do is slide the fabric aside and I could have her. Right here, right now.

It’s fucking tempting. I know Cat wouldn’t stop me. But if we’re going to do this, I don’t want it fast. I’m taking my goddamn time.

I walk forward so Cat’s body is sandwiched between me and the wall. She arches her back, pressing her breasts against my chest. Her hardened nipples graze against me. I can’t wait to lay her back on my bed and suck on her breasts and tease her while she grinds against my thigh.

Cat’s fingers weave into my hair, tugging slightly as she deepens the kiss. She tastes like cinnamon and honey and?—

Whiskey.

Fuck, I was so caught up in finally touching her that I ignored the fact that she’d been drinking. She stumbled into me in the first place because she was drunk. I have to be the one in control of myself here.

I set her down gently, shifting her so she can lean against the wall for balance. Taking a step back, I put my hands up. Her expression shifts from lust to confusion to hurt. I hate that I hurt her. Kissing her was a terrible idea, made worse by the fact that she’s drunk.

“Fuck. I’m sorry. I’m breaking another one of my rules.”