Page 52 of Prince Charming

The boss oozed sexiness from every sweaty pore, and he knew it when he smirked. She cleared her throat, hung her coat on a peg.

“I will work first before I have a coffee.”

The memory of their kiss played on a loop for two days.

It was incredible she wanted to put her hands on a man again.

Ask her nine months ago, she would have thrown up at the thought.

Now it was all she could think about, especially with his earthy scent in her nose and his oh-so-prince charming eyes tracking over her face.

She wanted to kiss him again.

But she shouldn’t.

She was a selfish woman for letting anything take her focus, even for a second.

And Tag was taking more than a few of those.

In her own thoughts, she didn’t see him move until his hand curled around the back of her neck.

The pleasure went nuts inside her. Bubbling and exploding. All but crying out for more of his hands.

Why wasn’t she freaked out by that?

Because it wasTag.

He was an irresistible force.

“I can hear you thinking loudly, Marianna.”

“I doubt it, or you would be terrified of my gruesome, murderous thoughts.”

He threw back his head, laughing. “Feisty. Come with me.” He hooked her hand and started for the office.”

“Wait, why?”

“You want me to kiss you out here in front of everyone? I don’t mind, Anna, might be fun to see how soft you turn in my arms.” A voice made for sex.

Rather than being turned off by his candor, she found him adorable.

And incorrigible.

She followed him like a delirious sheep.

See how easily he swayed her determination?

In his office, he pressed her against the back of the door, coming into her space where his chest brushed against hers but left enough space she didn’t feel barricaded in.

She wanted his kiss.

There was no swooping at first.

What was taking him so long? She huffed.

He braced a hand, the other on her hip, burning her flesh through wool and denim. “When I’m this close, you always look like you think I’m gonna gobble you up.” He rasped.

She supposed he was right.

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