Page 5 of Broken Boss Daddy

Jessica gestured between the two of us with her hands before walking away from me. I kept my eyes locked on her as I let the disappointment overcome me. There was absolutely nothing I could do to get her to change her mind.

Jess was already gone.

I’d made enough of a fool of myself in the brief minutes—had it only been minutes?—we were together. I was not going to be more of an idiot by running after her.

Turning my back on what was and what could’ve been, I pinched my arm to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. Nope, I was definitely awake.

Chapter 3: Jessica

(Flashback)

The elevator door dinged, and we stumbled through them like a couple of horny teenagers.

Grant’s hands curled around me, pulling me closer, and he buried his face in my neck. I giggled when he kissed my sensitive spot, which encouraged him to do it again.

It felt like I was in a completely different world.

The alcohol swirled in my system, and my lust was overtaking me. I couldn’t remember much from before I walked into that bar, but I’d be happy to forget everything except that moment.

Everything seemed like a good idea. Especiallyhim.

“God, you smell incredible,” Grant whispered, trailing kisses along my exposed collarbone.

I reached for his face and turned it to face mine, capturing his glorious mouth with my own. The kiss was searing, hot, and everything else that made my blood boil. There was nothing but him at that moment.

Grant moaned into the kiss and I felt it all throughout my body. He pushed me further back into the hallway until my back hit the wall, grabbed one of my legs and hooked it around his waist. The close contact of our cores was enough to make me whimper in need.

A need that I’d never felt with anyone before.

Grant ground his hard-on against me, eliciting another moan out of me. But he just drowned it out with his persistent kissing. I didn’t want him to stop.

“Jess,” he moaned, repeating his movements.

“Grant.” I met his next thrust with my own, not caring that we were still in the hallway.

We were so caught up in each other that when the elevator dinged again, we hardly heard it. Pushing him further into me, I was nearly ready to have him fuck me right there when a loud cough broke through the haze in my head.

Jumping apart, we turned to find an elderly couple walking slowly past us. My face flushed with embarrassed heat while they looked at us. The old man shook his head at our display, clearly disgusted that we would dare do such a thing in the open.

I had to admit that I would never have been that careless if I hadn’t been drunk off my ass—with both alcohol and the sexy man who still had his hands on me.

The two were nearly out of sight when the woman looked back at us with a coy smile before they rounded the corner and disappeared.

We just stood there for a moment, staring at nothing. A giggle bubbled out of me, half ashamed and half amused that we had been caught red-handed.

That giggle was followed by another one, then another one, until I couldn’t hold it anymore and burst out laughing. Grant faced me again, laughter sketched around his eyes while he stepped closer to me and cupped my face, bringing me on for another kiss. That time it was a slower one, a deeper one, that brought my lust for him back to the surface.

“Grant, wait,” I said, pulling back from him.

I scanned the empty hallway around us, scared that we might be caught again. My head cleared a bit during the interruption, and I wondered what exactly I was doing here with a man I had just met a few hours earlier.

But when I looked into those gorgeous light brown eyes, the golden flecks in them promising memories for a lifetime, I couldn’t bring myself to leave.

“Maybe we should go to the room before we continue,” I suggested, looking around once more.

Grant’s grin grew. “Yes, we probably should. Otherwise the next people to walk out of those doors are going to find me fucking you senseless against this very wall.”

“Grant!”