Page 92 of Stolen Kisses

"Of course you were," Chase said. It was the first time I'd ever heard defeat in his voice. He looked at his mother intently.

"Oh, all right. We'll go. We don't want to keep you much longer," she added. "It was really nice meeting you, Hannah."

“Likewise,” I replied, still feeling like I hadn't found my footing. At least I didn’t stutter.

"All right, let's go," Knox said. His parents left the room first.

Knox stopped in the doorway, whispering, “Sorry. You know how Mom can get.”

Chase cocked a brow. “Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy this.”

“I did at first, but then I felt guilty. Sorry, Hannah. I didn’t want to give you a hard time, just bust my brother’s balls.”

I laughed, turning to Chase. “Okay, then.”

“Get out,” he bellowed at Knox, who immediately left.

Once I was alone with Chase, I felt like doing a happy dance. I wanted to steal a kiss, maybe cop a feel or two. Just enough to get me through the rest of the day.

I hurried to the door, closing it.

“Lock it,” Chase commanded.

"There's a lock to the break room?" I said, trying to ignore just how much my lady bits liked his tone of voice.

"Yes. It was an office at some point."

I turned the lock and then faced him. He was already walking toward me. Chase looked so damn hot in his white shirt with the top button open that I might spontaneously combust.

He touched the side of my face with his thumb and forefinger, then traced my jaw.

“Sorry about this,” he murmured. “That’s not how I imagined you’d meet my parents.”

“It's fine, really.”

"Let's do this every day."

"What, sneak in the break room?"

"Yes," he said before capturing my mouth.

I instinctively gave in to the kiss. It was so delicious it made my toes curl. I grabbed the collar of his shirt, tugging him even closer, like I could somehow climb inside him.

He paused to breathe, and I released my grasp. "Oh no. I made a mess of it." I tried to smooth the collar down. "I crumpled it. Damn it. I think we need a rule, something like 'only kissing, no touching when in the office.'"

"That's a shit rule. I need to touch you," he said, then kissed me again, putting both hands on my waist.

My lady bits were about to go up in flames, but as long as he kept his hands on my waist....

But of course, he didn't. He lowered both of them to my ass, cupping my buttocks.

I could reach his shoulder blades with the tips of my fingers. He relaxed under my touch, and I pulled back a bit. "You're tense."

"I've got a lot on my plate." His voice was low and rough.

"Want to share?"

He shook his head. "No. This is better."

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