Page 26 of Psychotic Obsession
Tobias shrugs. “What would you say if I said yes?”
“That you tricked me,” I reply, swallowing, warmth gathering deep within me at how much I want him to kiss me. “It goes against the rules of the workplace.”
“If we get caught.” The glint in his eyes through the lens of his glasses and his teeth peeking out from his parted lips have me nearly melting, but I hold myself together and push his arm out of the way.
I go to move around him, but he captures my wrist and spins me to face him. He’s completely unfazed as his fingertips glide across my jaw,brushing his fingers into my hairline behind my ear.
“You still didn’t answer me. If I kissed you right now…” He leans down, nose nudging my own, and every rule goes out the window as I let him keep going. “Would it be…” He lowers his voice to a soft whisper against my lips. “Inappropriate?”
Yes. It would be. But after my ex on the phone, being pushed aside on Ivy’s case, and my friend vanishing to sleep with Justin, I give in to temptation.
Before he can make the final move, I close my eyes and press my mouth to his, feeling his slight intake of air as he sinks into the kiss.
A thousand voices scream at me to stop as Tobias parts my lips with his and kisses me hard, walking me back into the wall.
Air forces its way out of my lungs on a moan as his fingers wrap around my throat and tighten while he pushes his tongue against my own.
“Aria?” a voice comes from the door.
I try to shove Tobias in the chest, but he holds me in place, smiling against my lips when the handle rattles.
He locked the door.
He knew this was going to happen.
He planned it.
When I press my palm to his chest again, he steps back, both of us panting.
Tobias licks his lips, staring down at me like he wants to devour me.
The person at the door disappears, and I take it as my cue to run.
I’m out the door and into the bathroom in seconds, slamming the cubical shut and finally taking a deep breath. My lips tingle as I trace my fingertips over them, and I try not to smile and fail.
Kissing Tobias felt good–more than good. It felt forbidden, like if we got caught, everything would blow up. We would be in so much trouble if someone saw us. Why does that thought make me hot?
I cover my mouth as the bathroom door opens, heavy footsteps filling the emptiness. I know it’s him. I can feel him all over me, all around me.
My phone buzzes in my cardigan pocket, and I pull it out with a racing heart.
TobiasWork: Open the door, Doctor.
Shaking, I type back.
Me: Why?
TobiasWork: I wasn’t finished.
Two seconds pass. Five. Ten. My heart has stopped, my brain buzzing. Against my better judgment, I reach for the lock, shaking fingers sliding back the latch.
And he’s on me.
Large hands. Thick arms with wrists covered in charity bands. A shirt white as snow with not a single crease. As soon as his mouth lands on mine, I fall apart, whimpering into his mouth as our tongues move together, swallowing each other as he slams the door shut and closes us into the cubicle.
It’s so wrong yet so right. I fist his hair and knock his glasses off, hearing them clatter on the floor as his teeth graze my bottom lip.
With his hand on my throat, not squeezing but providing enough pressure to show dominance, he pushes me back enough to disconnect the kiss. "You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into."
