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“What, baby?” I whispered back, finally saying the word, the endearment feeling right and natural on my tongue.
Merritt let out a deep breath before saying, “This is a really bad idea.”
“Maybe,” I conceded, dropping my shirt on the floor before reaching for her. “But I don’t care.”
“Such a bad idea,” she muttered, but not pushing me away when my hands landed on her hips.
“Or it could be the best fucking idea that I’ve ever had,” I countered, meaning every word.
“Or the best idea that you’ve ever had,” she echoed, and that’s when I knew that I’d won.
Chapter 8
Merritt~
Though there was no denying that Cutter Moore was standing in front of me without a shirt on, hitting on me in a way that I’d never imagined, I still felt like I was in a dream and a bit lightheaded.
Like life hadn’t been about to throw me a curveball, I’d gone to take my shower like I’d wanted to, but then couldn’t find anything to sleep in. I’d gone through my overnight bag twice before realizing that I hadn’t packed any pajamas. Now, while it shouldn’t have been a big deal to go through my boxes, Cutter had gone to a lot of trouble to organize them and stack them neatly. Though it was my stuff, I hadn’t wanted to make a mess without telling him what was going on. It seemed rude to undo all his hard work without saying a word about why.
Nevertheless, when I’d made the decision to knock on Cutter’s office door, I never would have expected this outcome. My boss had removed his shirt, then had handed it over for me to wear, and all I could do was gawk at how sexy Cutter Moore was.
He’d also called me baby.
Honestly, in this moment, with Cutter shirtless and his hands on my hips, I wanted this attraction to be a rebound. If it was a rebound, then the dynamics would be simple; I was vulnerable, and he was available, and that would be that.
However, that’s not what this was.
I had no idea why Cutter was crossing the line, but I knew why I was, and it wasn’t because I’d just had my heart broken and needed someone to comfort me. It also wasn’t because I was trying to climb the corporate ladder or wanted a sugar daddy. I’d always found Cutter attractive, and my commitment to another man would always be the line that I’d never cross. That being said, I wasn’t committed to Steven anymore, and Cutter had all but obliterated the line the second that he’d removed his shirt in front of me.
“All you have to do is say yes, Merritt,” he said, his voice sending a delicious shiver down my back. “Say yes, and I’ll show you everything that I’ve been wanting to do to you for two fucking years.”
That had my heart dropping to my knees. Though every woman on the planet knew better than to believe what a man said during sex, Cutter sounded so damn serious that it was hard not to believe what he was saying. Still, he was my boss, and I needed this job more than ever.
“Cutter, I can’t lose my job-”
Those strong hands of his yanked me closer, cutting me off. “You’re out of your mind if you think that I won’t do everything in my power to make this work, Merritt. Even if my dick didn’t get hard for you every fucking day, you’re irreplaceable as my assistant. Even Lucy hadn’t devoted as many hours to me as you do.”
“This is such a bad idea,” I repeated, though I was doing nothing to stop this.
Cutter’s hazel gaze landed on my lips as he said, “Duly noted.”
“Cutter?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Don’t break my heart,” I said, giving him my yes.
His entire face softened. “Actually, I think that I’m the one that’s supposed to be saying that.”
My chest thumped with emotion, but I couldn’t say anything with Cutter Moore’s lips already on mine, my arms wrapping around his neck to hold on for this dangerous storm. While there were so many reasons why we shouldn’t be doing this, I couldn’t pull away as Cutter’s tongue slipped into my mouth, the taste of him just as powerful as the man himself.
When I felt Cutter’s hand come up to slide around my neck, the heat from his palm and the way that he kissed both felt like drugs, my body leaning in closer, fully onboard with whatever this was. There was just something about a man taking possession of your body that made common sense evaporate like water on a hot day. This wasn’t my first kiss ever, but it was the first kiss that had ever had me not caring about the consequences afterwards.
“Christ, I’ve waited two years to taste you, baby,” Cutter groaned after finally breaking off the kiss, his forehead pressed against mine. “Every fucking day, I wondered what your lips tasted like.” His smirk was positively wolfish when he added, “Both sets.”
A man that actually wanted to go down on a woman, could he be more perfect? While I had no problem being a giver in the bedroom, it sucked when you were the only one. However, with the way that Cutter was looking at me now, I didn’t think that was going to be a problem.
Not shying away from me at all, Cutter stared into my eyes as his hands reached for the button of my jeans, undoing them while giving me plenty of time to change my mind if I wanted to. However, instead of stopping him like any smart woman would do, I closed my eyes as my head dropped back, Cutter’s hand sliding down inside my panties, his fingers making lewd noises as they found me already wet and ready for him.
