Page 20 of Secretly Married To My Monster Alien Boss
Are you alright?he’d asked.
Alissia didn’t even remember what she’d replied. She’d just known she needed to leave the office before he’d noticed her nipples had gotten hard–just like they were doing right now, and they hadn’t even so much as shaken hands.
“Sure, that sounds great, I’ll deal with the priest and the ceremony.” Okay, her tone had goneup. She looked down at the contract with a gulp. “Well, we did good for one evening. A nice pat on the back for both of us.”
“Not quite done,” his voice rumbled. “We still have one more thing to do.”
Alissia frowned. If she remained there for even five minutes longer, she might do something stupid–like run her hand through his gorgeous hair. “Oh?”
He picked up the strange pen. “Sign the contract.”
God. She was aparalegal. How could she be this nervous to forget the most basic rule of all contracts?
“Right. It’s late,” she said with a forced laugh. “You first.”
Rynar bent down and signed the document in long, sure strokes that sent blazes through the pen. His name looked gorgeous on the page with those intricate loops.
He inclined the pen her way. Alissia took it with shaky fingers and pressed it to the page, trying very hard to ignore the fact that Rynar was so close to her, she could feel the heat radiating off him.
But when she pressed the metal nib to the paper, no crimson ink came out. No flames in the pen’s sphere. No loops on the page. “Am I doing something wrong?”
Rynar tilted his head at her, face inscrutable. “The pen can sense when you don’t really want to write what you’re thinking of. Or perhaps you need to press more firmly on it. Only you can decide.”
“So even Deruzian pens can’t lie, huh?”
Rynar didn’t reply. He kept looking at her, a stiffness in his body that wasn’t there a few seconds ago.
Alissia glanced back at the contract. There they were, the rules she’d have to follow for the next month of her life. A secret that nobody else could know. A secret which could change her and Damian’s futures.
But it was more than that, wasn’t it?
The butterflies in her stomach hadn’t erupted because Damian would go to college. She didn’t dream about Rynar’s lips on hers because she’d get to pass the bar exam.
“I want this,” Alissia said with a conviction that had sprung up inside her with such overwhelming force, it burned away all the hesitation.
Rynar kept looking at her, eyes scanning her face with that Deruzian speed of his. Once he found what he was looking for, the tension left his body.
“Very well, then it’s a matter of pressure. Deruzian pens can be finicky.” He came to stand behind her and nodded at the hand she held the pen in. “May I?”
“Sure,” she said.
With a gentle touch, Rynar’s long fingers wrapped around her hand. Together, they pressed the pen’s tip against the paper. She had to bend down to do it, and he followed. His powerful chest almost touched her back, sending shivers down her spine.
“That’s it,” Rynar murmured, his hot breath tickling the hairs against the back of her neck. “Just a bit more force.”
Alissia pressed down harder. Rynar unwrapped his fingers from hers, hovering them only a breath away.
She wrote the first letter of her name. The ink flowed on the page, the fire ran through the pen. Success. Alissia signed her name in quick strokes, with that same precision her professors had always admired.
She set the pen down, but didn’t move. She kept looking at their names on the paper. They looked good together.
But what felt even better was Rynar’s body almost covering hers. The heat. The rise and fall of his chest, breath ghosting across her skin.
It felt amazing and they weren’t even touching.
They were playing with fire.
She should leave.
