Standard Misconduct [AKA My Boss, My Love]
My breathing hitched as he shifted closer to me, his hands exploring at my hips, and his lips parting. Lips that have met mine on multiple occasions.
I nearly flickered my eyelids closed, and let him continue as he pleased.
When Everett was so close the smell of his aftershave entered my senses, I stuck my palm out to block his lips from ravishing mine. His eyes didn't look the least bit shocked-only challenged.
I raised an eyebrow. "You aren't expecting me to kiss you, are you?"
I felt him grin behind my fingers, before he looped his tongue around my index. I retracted my hand almost immediately, and cried out in disgust.
"Course not. Get back to work."