Page 82 of Tempting Me

I do it in an instant, cupping her face in my hands as I press my lips to hers.

She stands on the tips of her toes, her hands clenching my shirt at the sides as she slips her tongue into my mouth.

She tastes just as good as I remember.

“What are we doing?” she asks, breaking the kiss and resting her forehead on mine. “If your whole thing is to be completely honest, I need to know.”

I pull back to look her in the eyes.

They are filled with as much worry as I’ve felt in the last twenty-four hours.

“I don’t know yet, but I know I don’t want to stop kissing you. I know that it could get tricky. I know that despite that, I want to spend more time with you. I want to get to know you more. And I?—”

“Oh my gosh, this is a lot.”

I chuckle.

“And I know that, that right there, your sass—I fucking love it.”

“You do?” She blushes.

“Oh yeah. It turns me on.”

“Really?”

I nod.

“Our banter does that for me,” she admits.

“Of course it does.”

She rolls her eyes.

“It’s because it’s banter with me.”

“Work first, play later,” she says in a tone that makes me grow hard. She laughs and shoves me back.

At least she said we can play later.

“Anything you want, boss,” I say with a wink and then get back to work. Shay heads for the paint sprayer I’ve already set up.

“I can feel you watching me.”

“It’s hard not to.”

“Luca Asher, get to work now.”

I groan.

I turn the music up. Maybe if I can't hear her moving around, I'll forget she’s close by.

My dick twitches.

Probably not.

An hour later, I can't take it anymore.

She’s just cleaning up her things when I walk in the room.

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