Page 47 of Deceived Wrath

Fiona lifts her chin and holds my gaze.

Her boldness, the way she dares me with just a look, lights a fire in me that I can't ignore.

Before I even realize it, I'm closing the distance between us, leaning in until my lips crash onto hers.

I know I need to stop, but every rational thought evaporates the second my mouth finds hers.

Her lips are so soft and warm.

Every instinct in me screams to deepen the kiss, to claim her mouth fully, but I hold back, waiting for her to push me away.

Instead, she parts her lips slightly, and that's all the invitation I need.

I wrap my hand around her neck and gently tilt her head back to deepen the kiss, swallowing a groan as I slide my tongue against hers.

I can only imagine how it would feel to have her soft lips wrapped around my cock, her tongue swirling around the tip, just the way I like it.

Would she be as eager to please me then? Would she let me spill into that pretty little mouth of hers?

A guttural sound builds in my throat as I try to keep my hunger for her under control.

But this seems to awaken a confidence in Fiona that has her fingers sinking into my shirt, tugging me closer until her breasts rub against me.

I instantly break the kiss and take a step back before I do something stupid like tear her clothes off and fuck her right here on the floor of my office.

"You have no idea what you've done."

Fiona just looks up at me with slightly glazed eyes that have me swallowing a groan.

I ball my hand into a fist to stop myself from reaching out and correcting the smudge of lipstick at the corner of her mouth. Because if I touch those lips, I'm going to want to kiss themagain, and if I do that, I don't know if I'll have the strength to stop myself again.

I take a step back and fold my arms across my chest. "You should get back to work. What just happened will never happen again. I'll make sure of it."

Fiona looks a little taken aback by my harsh tone. Hurt flickers in her eyes, but I say nothing.

This is for the best. I never should have crossed that line in the first place, but what's done is done. What I can do, moving forward, is make sure it never happens again, no matter how badly I want it to.

"Of course." She lowers her eyes to the floor.

I don't watch her leave. I don't need the temptation. Not when I can still taste her on my lips. Instead, I collapse into my chair and rake a hand through my hair as I let out a string of curses that would have my mother turning in her grave.

What the fuck did I just do?

It's like I blacked out, and all of a sudden, I was kissing Fiona. And it wasn't just a quick peck on the lips. It was the kind of kiss that leads to mind-blowing sex up against a wall or on a desk. The kind that is fast and dirty, leaving you both sweaty and gasping for breath.

Fuck, I haven't had sex like that in a while. Not since Scout's mom...

"Get it together," I snap at myself.

I didn't think this day could get any worse, but now I've gone and done this.

It's not just the fact that kissing my assistant is a sexual harassment suit waiting to happen. No, that's not what really bothers me.

What does is the fact that Fiona Callahan has managed to do what nobody has been able to do in a very long time.

She's gotten under my skin.

The only problem is, the last woman to do that ended up dead.