Page 52 of One Bossy Date

“Wait, Anders.”

I shifted to face her and found her staring at my lips. Hers were slightly open.

She was thinking about the kiss.

That fucking kiss. That intoxicating moment when we’d shared lips and tongues the other night was something I hadn’t been able to forget, and the chance to taste her soft mouth again was tempting. I wanted my tongue inside her mouth, and the thought was robbing me of all sense. Her eyes connected with mine while her breathing grew deeper, and her chest began to expand.

Completely intoxicated by this minx perched on the counter, I debated what to do.

The whole situation brought a sly smile to my face, and I stepped even closer to her, wondering how much I could get away with here.

How much we could get away with.

I pushed forward.

She gasped when I placed my hands on either side of her thighs, closing her in and leaning forward so my face was inches from hers.

“This is what you want?”

Her eyes told me everything I needed to know.

Just as the breath left our mouths and before our lips met, I heard noises. Some very non-sexy noises.

It was the growing sounds of Ares and Hades as they snorted and sniffed their way into the bathroom. I hadn’t closed the door. Seeing us here, they broke into excited dances on the wet floor. They couldn’t keep their balance though, and both slid across the floor—right into my legs.

“Fuck,” I shouted when my leg gave way, but luckily, I already had my weight against the counter, still cornering Zoe.

She burst into laughter, holding her towel more desperately now as I struggled to find my balance. The dogs scrambled around my legs, leaving dirty, watery paw-print stains and dog hair everywhere. All the sexual tension that had built between us dissipated with the smell of wet dog, and the commotion they caused while I struggled to get them out of the room.

When they were skidding out into the living area again, I turned at the bathroom door and watched Zoe try to recover from her giggles.

I could’ve gone right back in there.

She was still mostly exposed, even as she tried to wrap the towel around her hips to cover her ass behind her. Her naked image caused my dick to harden again, but the moment was, very unfortunately, gone.

Instead, I shook my head at the entire situation.

“I’ll run you a bath in my room,” I said from the doorway. “You’re welcome to come when you’re ready.”

She nodded with a red blush in her cheeks, avoiding my gaze, and I reluctantly forced myself to walk away.

21

ANDERS

In the kitchen, I stood in silence, my coffee in my hand, going over some of the slides for my presentation to Humphries Properties. Zoe was in my room, soaking in the tub, and it took a lot of effort for me not to go in there and pull her wet body around mine, and slide my cock deep inside her. It only dawned on me now that this live-in situation was perhaps not the smartest, in our case.

The first kiss had been a mistake. A second kiss would’ve been trouble. Clearly, it would’ve led to more.

I didn’t have anything against sleeping with her, just as long as we were on the same page about where it would go, and where it would end. Especially when it would end.

Luckily, Zoe didn’t have much to move in, because now that she was done, I felt good about leaving her here and meeting the guys for a Sunday cruise on our motorcycles. In fact, it was perfect timing. I had to get my mind off the soaking-wet striptease not exactly intended for my eyes, and the naked temptress in my room right now.

With a fresh pair of jeans and T-shirt on, I let Zoe know through the door that I was heading out and would be back later.

“Ohhh, ooo-kay. Have fun,” she called from behind the door, maybe a bit too excited.

“Thanks, you too.”