Page 79 of Business Casual

“You do more than help, Imani. You make my day better.” He leaned back so he could see my face. “You make everything better.”

My heart thumped in my chest, moved by the way he looked at me. “Tre,” I whispered.

Leaning down, his lips met mine gently. Arms around each other in a warm embrace, the kiss was an expression of our feelings. It was innocent at first. But each meeting of our lips became more decadent than the one before it. The kiss shifted from sweet to sinful as our desire took control. And when my tongue met his, a deep, rumbling moan vibrated through him and I could feel him hardening between us.

Whimpering, I pulled out of the kiss. “We need to talk…”

“What’s wrong?” he whispered, gazing at me with those incredibly hypnotic eyes.

Feeling weak, I drew his face closer to mine and kissed him deeply in response.

Trying to keep quiet only added to the sexual tension in the office.

When I felt that distinct throb between my legs, I knew I was in trouble. “We can’t keep doing this,” I murmured against his mouth.

“Can’t keep doing what?” he asked, unbuttoning the bottom button on my shirt.

“This.” With a smirk, I leaned back and looked down as he methodically worked his way up. “What are you doing?”

“Just checking something out…” He drew the statement out as my shirt hung wide open, bra exposed. Placing his hand just above my left breast, he stared into my eyes. “Now say that again.”

I bit my bottom lip. “Say what?”

“Say you don’t think we should keep doing this. I want to see if your heart agrees with that.”

I giggled and pushed his hand away. “Stop playing!”

Without warning, he threw his arms around me and lifted me. Grabbing my ass, he hoisted me up higher and carried me to his desk.

“Put me down,” I giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck. “You’re going to drop me!”

He sat me down in front of his computer monitor. Opening my legs wide, he stood between them. “You were wrong.” He kissed me swiftly before sitting in his chair. “I didn’t drop you.” He rolled his chair forward so that he could rest his arms on my thighs. His hands gripped my bare waist. “Now let’s talk.”

Looking down at him, I placed my hands on the side of his face. “As much as I like you and as much as I like doing you, this is risky. We’ve had a couple of close calls and it could be bad for us if we get caught.”

“Yeah.” He sat back a little, running his hands over my thighs. “Itwouldbe really bad if we got caught.”

“We need to make time to see each other off the clock.”

He sighed. “I know this is on me. The projects are taking off and it’s keeping me here all the time. It won’t be like this forever. Right now it’s just…” He shook his head. “It’s busy, but I promise you, I’m going to make more time for you. I want to take you out.”

My stomach fluttered. “On a date?”

“Hell yeah.” He studied my face. “Why do you look surprised?”

“You haven’t really said anything about a date in a while.”

His hands slid up to my hips and he clutched them. “I asked you out the moment I laid eyes on you. Nothing has changed.” He turned his head and kissed the inside of my wrist. “Give me three weeks and I’ll take you wherever you want to go. My schedule opens up a little more then.”

I looked down at him adoringly. “I wish,” I sighed.

His brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“Where can we go, Tre? You’re basically the face of the company so if anyone sees you, they’ll know it’s you. They’ll tell your dad,” I explained, my face crumpling in frustration. “We have four months to go. And it’s not even about the dates. It’s about having the time for me to come to your place or you to come to mine instead of having to fuck here. I don’t want to stop what this is. It’s just that you’re always at work.”

“Hey. Come here.” He grabbed the open flaps of my shirt and pulled me down. Once I pressed my lips against his, he continued. “I’ll figure something out.”

I took a deep breath. “This whole thing would be easier if I could resist you,” I admitted.

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