Page 82 of Vows In Corruption

It’s because of the closeness that I let myself do what I’ve wanted since my lips met hers on our wedding day and since my finger glided against her skin in the conference room. Touch her.

I place man hand under her chin to make her look up at me and surprisingly she leans into my touch, bringing her mouth all that much closer. It’s unknowingly but she still does it.

“No, I did need you. There’s reason why your resume landed in front of me. It was the universe’s way of telling me that you needed to be in life otherwise I wasn’t going to get what I wanted.”

Ella lets out a small snort all the while her eyes gleam in excitement. “Now that you got it what you wanted, are you going to be thanking the universe?”

Her hand lands against the arm that is still under her chin. I think for a second that she is going to push me away, but no. She wraps her hand around my forearm and holds me in place.

A smirk from on my face. “I think I’ll do more than just thank the universe.”

“Oh? And what more would that be?”

“Thanking my wife.”

Her eyes fall to my mouth, and when they look back they have a curiosity in them.

“And how will you thank her?” She steps even close to me, leaving maybe two inches of space between us.

My hand finally drops from under her chin and I place it against her hip. “In whatever way she pleases.”

“What if she says that you should thank her by kissing her?” the question comes out of her mouth in a whisper. As if she was scared to say it any louder in fear that I was going to deny her.

Never.

I wouldn’t have denied there the first day I met her and I’m won’t deny her now. It doesn’t matter if she’s my wife or not.

My other hand slides onto her her hip and with both hands in her, I bring her body closer to mine, leaving no room between us.

I lower my face down to hers, and taking in her scent as if this were the first time I’ve smelt her perfume. “Then I would say that her wish is my command.”

There is no hesitation. There is no thinking about my next move or that I shouldn’t be doing this.

There is nothing but me and this woman that was able to help me get something that for years I thought was going to attainable.

Just me and her and our mouth slamming together.

Much like the other two kisses that we shared, there is nothing slow or sweet about the way my mouth takes hers. Everything is hungry and desperate.

Everything is as if she is the last woman that I will ever kiss.

Everything is as if she is mine and will always be.

I’ve been fucking dying to have this woman in my hands, pressed against my body, for the second that I saw her, and now that she is, I never want to let her go.

I swipe my tongue along her bottom lip, and when she opens up, her sweetness takes over my sense of taste and smell and all I want is more of her.

A sweet moan escapes her when my hands move away from her hips and around to her ass. Another one sounds through my ears as I unwillingly pull away from her mouth and guide mine down her neck.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” She breaths out, yet her body is still melting against mine.

I almost growl along her throat. “Why not?”

“Because you’re my boss.”

I pull away slightly and look down at her, the smirk from earlier intensifying. “Right now, I’m your husband, but if you want to stop, we will.”

A second goes by, then two, and I’m about to count to three when her hand goes to the back of my head and she brings my face back down to hers.

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