I nod, grateful that Tim gives me such a boost of confidence. We aren't close. We aren't friends. We barely speak. But somehow he manages to calm my shaking nerves more than anyone else at this moment in time.
I feel like I'm moving in slow motion as I walk to my office door and push it open.
And he's there.
Visions of us fucking on my desk, on the floor, on my chair, and against the wall flash through my brain.
And part of me can't believe I said all that shit to him yesterday.
But another part of me, a deeper part, wishes that all of that could come true.
I love the way I feel around Sean. I love that he gets me. I love that he doesn't care about my weird hair or the way I dress. I love that he makes me feel comfortable. I love that he makes me feel like no one else in the world matters when we're together.
But I also know that he meant it when he said "no."
So why is my stomach full of butterflies?
"Sean," I say curtly, walking inside and dropping my purse on the desk. I slide into my seat and start up the computer, not looking at him, not asking him what he wants.
So I'm surprised when he yanks me out of the chair, pushes me against the wall, and leans in very close to me. We're almost touching. Our noses are almost touching. And I can feel his breath on my face.
A shiver shoots through my entire body and settles between my legs, instantly soaking my panties, instantly craving his cock.
"Violet Nielson," he murmur, pushing me harder against the wall. His entire body is pressed against mine now. His dick is hard. I can feel it.
"Sean," I manage to get out, not sure what he's doing. "What are you doing? Why are you here?"
"I wanted to forget you," he says, whispering in my ear. "I wanted to forget the way you make my cock hard and the way you make me crave you, but I can't. You're an itch I just can't scratch, Violet, and it's driving me insane."
Then his lips are on mine and his tongue is in my mouth.
If I was breathing before, I've stopped now.
And I melt into his body as he grips my hair with one hand and my ass with the other.
This might be the best first kiss the world has ever seen.
Finally, I realize what's happening, and I push him away, but he doesn't go far. Our lips are barely apart when I ask him, "What changed?"
"I'm not ready for a relationship," he tells me. Of course he's not. He's said it a million times.
"But," he continues, and my heart leaps into my throat. "I can't stand not being with you. If I can't see you every day, I'm going to go insane. I need you. I need to be around you. I need every inch of you yearning for me the way I yearn for you."
And then he's kissing me again, grabbing my ass, stroking my face, touching every inch of my body.
And as I let my head fall back and let out a moan, I catch Timothy standing in my doorway with his jaw open.
But I just close my eyes.
And let the moment take me.
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Author
Alice Bright spends way too much time dreaming up characters who fall in love with each other. When she's not writing, she can be found playing her keyboard or reading a book by one of her favorite authors.
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More Books by Alice Bright
Underneath the Mistletoe
My Billionaire Holiday
Between the Two of Us (Just Between Us Book 1)
Promise Not to Tell (Just Between Us Book 2)
Romancing Her Heart
Dreaming of the Billionaire 2
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