Page 31 of Bastard-in-Chief
Heat races up my chest and cheeks. “Oh my God…” I trail off when Theo doesn’t yell at me. He’s holding me captive, staring at me. I swallow. “Um…”
Before I can say anything else, Theo crashes his lips against mine. His kiss is hard, possessive, demanding. I can’t help the tiny moan that escapes me as all the fun parts of my body light up. His tongue sweeps against mine and my hand curls against his chest, grabbing his shirt.
The wetness of his shirt and a whiff of doggy breath hit me at the same time, yanking me back to reality. I pull away from Theo with a gasp, my cheeks on fire. I scramble to my feet, common sense yelling at me that we’re in public, that I’m his employee, and that there’s no way a man like Sutton wants a nobody like me.
“Sophie.”
I ignore his gruff voice, fumbling in my pocket, hunting for a tissue or a napkin.
“Sophie.” His growl is closer. I ignore the way he says my name, with just a hint of pleading.
His hand grips my wrist. “Sophie. Stop.”
I freeze, eyes down, until Theo’s finger under my chin encourages me to look up. When I meet his eyes, all the air leaves my lungs. He’s not angry. I know what angry Theo looks like and it’s not this. “I can’t believe I just did that.” I whisper, mortification sweeping over me. He has a firm grip on my chin, his thumb millimeters from my bottom lip. The ghost of his touch shoots electricity through my veins.
“Can’t believe you licked me? Or kissed me?” He takes a step closer, not letting go, not letting me look anywhere else. “It’s not like we haven’t kissed before, Elinor.” His eyes drop to my lips before sliding back up to mine. “We should get cleaned up.” There’s a promise in his voice of something more than just cleaning up and it has my lady bits clamoring to find out what it is.
Without letting go of my wrist, Theo whistles for Max. “Do you promise not to run away this time?”
Run away? He must mean like I did after the fundraiser. “I promise.” My skin is tingling with the promise in his eyes.
Theo lets go of my wrist to hook Max’s leash on, then threads his fingers through mine. “Come on, my house is just around the corner.”
My stomach full of butterflies, I follow Theo through the gate and down the street. The sun is on my skin, the drying coffee tickles my arm, and Theo’s warm fingers hold mine.
My skin is aching for Theo to touch it. My lips burn to kiss him again. Is this what lust feels like? Like I’m going to explode if Theo looks at me with those hungry eyes again? Or like I’ll wither away if he doesn’t?
Has it really been so long since I’ve felt this that I’ve forgotten how consuming it is? I make sure not to dwell on the fact that this is a terrible idea. Fooling around with your boss is never a good idea, no matter how many romances I’ve read that say otherwise. This is only going to end in heartache and drama, but right now, I don’t care.
Someone wants me.
June Cleaver, always has a pen in her purse, maternal me.
And it’s not just anyone who wants me. The most eligible man in Portland. A man who grew up going to red carpet events with his older sister, who could have any woman he wanted. And he’s choosing me.
If he never wants to see me again, and he probably won’t, I’m going to revel in this moment. I’m going to store it away in my memory for a lonely night.
His house really is just around the corner, and it’s a good thing. I’m wound so tight by the time we finish our silent walk that I think I might orgasm from just a word.
He pulls his phone out of his pocket as we walk up the steps, touching his thumb to a pad on the screen. There’s a click and a beep from the front door as we stand in front of it. I swear he moves in slow motion, my body screaming at him to do something, or maybe that’s just my neglected bits clearing out the cobwebs. Cracking open the door, Theo leans down to let Max off his leash before pulling me inside.
The door is barely closed before my back hits it, Theo’s lips ravaging mine. His hands slide up my waist, pushing my arms up above my head. He holds my wrists with one hand, the other skimming down to grab my hips and pull himself closer. I’m pinned to the door by his hips, his hands, and his kiss and I love it. I luxuriate in the feeling of being wanted so desperately.
“Tell me to stop,” Theo whispers against my skin as his lips leave mine, only to start kissing along my jaw. His hand on my hip kneads and pulls at me, bunching the fabric of my dress in his fingers.
“Don’t…stop,” I whimper. My hips writhe against the door and I tip my head to the side, giving him better access to my neck. “Whatever you do, don’t stop.”
With my last word, Theo lets go of my wrists, and I drop my arms over his shoulders, pulling him back to my lips. Sliding both hands to my thighs, Theo doesn’t break our kiss as he picks me up. “You’re the boss.”
My grin at his words turns into a cry as my back hits the door again, this time with Theo’s hard cock rubbing against my core. I wrap my legs around his hips, desperate for more friction.
He grinds against me as I claw at his back, tugging and pulling at his shirt. Frustrated that I can’t get it off him, I break the kiss. “Lose your shirt.”
“Maybe I don't want to put you down.” Theo’s hips keep grinding against me as he sucks and nibbles along my collarbones.
“I thought I was the boss.”
“Did I say that?”