Page 30 of Blame It On the Lattes

I turned on my heel and headed for my office, ready to solve the problem. I could hear her still cleaning up in the front as I pulled the petty cash box out of the safe and unlocked it. Thankfully, we kept enough in there that I was able to cash her bonus check out without leaving it empty.

I grabbed the cash and headed up front, rounding the corner at the same time she did.

Her soft body crashed against mine as my hand reached out to steady her.

“Sorry, I didn’t see you there,” she mumbled, her breasts pressed firmly against my chest.

“You’re fine. I shouldn’t have been in such a rush. Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she breathed out, her voice a little shaky as she made no effort to move away from me.

My hand rubbed down her back as my fingers feathered lightly above her ass. Her back arched as if inviting me to touch it while her head lifted slightly to see me.

Without even thinking about it, I dropped the cash in my hand and pulled her against me as my mouth crashed down over hers. She moaned softly, her fingers tangling in my hair as she deepened the kiss.

My tongue swiped against her lip, begging for access as my hands reached down and grabbed her ass. Her chest rose and fell heavily against mine as she jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waist.

Kissing Avery was far better than anything I could have ever imagined. I walked us over to the counter and set her down while our tongues continued to explore. Her fingers tugged at the bottom of my shirt, desperately trying to pull it off when I finally stepped back and broke the kiss.

Her eyes were wide as they studied me, unsure of what just happened.

I scrubbed my hand down my jaw and took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized quickly. “I was out of line and shouldn’t have—”

“Avery,” I interrupted. “Stop.”

She closed her mouth and rubbed her swollen lips together.

“You’re not the one who needs to be apologizing,” I said, taking a step back from her. “I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry. I crossed a line, and I shouldn’t have.”

“We both crossed the line,” she replied sternly, hopping off of the counter and standing in front of me. “It wasn’t just you. I wanted that as much as you did.”

“You did?”

She nodded.

“I don’t know what I’m doing in life right now, Sam, and I’m sure there will be plenty that I regret as I try to figure things out. But kissing you—that’s one thing I will never regret.”

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