Unwrapped Kisses (Warming Up to Love Book 4)

by Jenna Rose

  I shouldn’t care what he thinks. He’s my boss, a jerk of a boss who just humiliated me in front of the entire office…

  …but I do. For some reason I want to prove myself to him. Who does he think he is suggesting that I’m here to seduce him and steal his money? So I put both hands against his muscular chest and push him away from me, then put them on my hips and glare at him.

  “Fine, Mr. Lance Frost. Let’s go out on a date.”

  LANCE

  IT FEELS strange leaving the office with a woman in my car. For as long as I’ve been CEO, it’s always just been my drive and me. But with Faith sitting beside me, things feel better than they should. Better than I should let them.

  The chances that Faith is just a clout-chasing, gold-digging, thot who used her father’s connections to get to me are still quite high. In my experience, higher than ninety percent. That’s one of the main reasons I don’t go sticking it in every willing hole like Andy. But even though I know this, and even though it’s almost certainly the case, I can’t help but start picturing my life if she was in it.

  Christ, what’s wrong with me?

  I’m a loner. Always have been, always will be. It’s one of the reasons I managed to get to where I am. It’s a lot easier working 12+ hours a day when you don’t have any family or friends or commitments. I figured once I got to the top all of that would come. And it could have, if I settled for fake friends and fake women. But I didn’t, and that’s why I’m alone.

  Faith sits beside me looking like a Christmas present ready to be unwrapped. My Rolls may have an incredibly smooth suspension, but every time we go over a bump, Faith’s tits bounce in a way that causes my cock to jerk and my libido to blaze inside me.

  Fuck. I’m tripping all over myself for her. This is bad.

  I have to stay objective. Focused. Figure out what her game is.

  She has to have one.

  Maybe when I find out how she’s bullshitting me, I can just lie to her so I can have her for a night. Just one night, and then send her packing so I don’t fall for her and wind up giving her half my shit. I wonder if that could be a possibility, but when I glance over at her and see her big, sparkling eyes, I realize it just wouldn’t be possible.

  No. If I have her, it will have to be forever.

  I can’t even imagine what that body would feel like beneath mine—what those tits would look like bouncing up and down while I pump my cock in and out of her virgin pussy.

  Virgin…

  Christ, how could she possibly think I’d be turned off by that? Is she stupid or naïve or both? Or just playing games with me. For someone who’s as good with people as I am, this girl’s sure got my head spinning.

  And what a mouth she’s got on her. The spunk!

  The fucking bitch slapped me in front of everybody! That would be enough to get her fired and blacklisted, but I felt my cock getting hard right after. And it’s not some sort of BDSM thing either; it’s her attitude. This is a girl who takes no shit from anybody, and maybe that’s why I’m actually giving her a chance to prove herself to me. No typical gold-digger would swing for the fences with a move like that. She’s either an evil genius or a completely innocent girl who let her emotions get ahold of her.

  I’m praying it’s the second one.

  She called me the Grinch earlier, and maybe she was right, because my heart does feel like it’s growing as I sit next to her on the way to the restaurant. Part of me wants to tell the driver just to take us back to my penthouse, but that would be a stupid move. The whole point of this “date” is to vet Faith, see what her game is (if she even has one) and then make my move. Not the other way around. But fuck if it isn’t going to be near impossible to keep my hands off her.

  When I think of Andy’s hands on her, I ball my fists at my side. Just the thought of another man with her makes me want to break something. Andy wouldn’t give two shits about it being her first time. He’d treat her just like another one of his girls. Same routine. Same bullshit.

  No. She deserves more. Much more.

  Jesus, what am I doing? This girl is already getting to me, making me feel things I never thought I’d feel again. You can’t be soft in my profession. Even if I am selling candy, my competition is tough, and one sign of weakness and the sharks will see blood in the water. I can’t afford to lose focus or everything I’ve built could come crashing down.

  “Going to wine and dine me?” Faith asks as the car slows at the restaurant. I glance over and try to ignore her beauty.

  “Tsk-tsk.” I shake my head at her. “This is you trying to impress me, princess. Not the other way around.”

  Faith’s eyes narrow. “Princess?”

  Smiling, I get out of the car and do what my driver would normally do; I hold the door open for her. I extend a hand to help her out, but she ignores it completely. I catch a whiff of her scent as she passes, and my eyes focus on the perfect shifting of her hips as the light from the city catches her voluptuous figure. If God made a sexier woman, he kept her for himself.

  I’m happy to follow behind her, as it means I get to keep my eyes on her ass. Fuck, if I could bend her over and spread her open right now I would. Right in front of everybody. But I can’t. I have to control myself.

  She glances back at me to see if I’m going to hold the door for her. “After that slap, princess? You can hold it for me.”

  She glares but then does exactly that. I don’t even bother looking at her; I just walk right in like she’s the doorwoman. I know it pisses her off and can hear an almost silent puff of air escape her lips as I pass, but she doesn’t say anything.

  This place takes reservations three weeks in advance, but the maître d’ knows me and immediately seats us. I look at Faith to see if she’s impressed. If she is, she isn’t showing it.

  “Good work.” I nod with approval.

  “What’s that?”

  “Pretending like this doesn’t impress you.”

  Faith shrugs. “Maybe I’m not just some gold-digging whore like you thought?”

  “We’ll see.” I wink.

  A waiter comes over, and I let Faith order first, just to see what she does. She doesn’t order the foie gras or the caviar and doesn’t even order champagne. Instead, she just gets a salad and some ice water.

  “Really? I bring you to one of the best restaurants in the state and you order something you could get at Olive Garden?”

  Again, she shrugs. Yeah, it could just be part of her game to rope me in, but I am getting the feeling that it’s more than that. She actually does want to prove something to me, but I’m not sure what just yet.

  “Okay, so are you going to go crying to your daddy when we’re done here? Tell him just how badly I treated his precious little daughter?”

  I scan her face for a reaction, searching for the truth. And honestly, she looks pissed.

  “I didn’t even want this job,” she replies. I wasn’t expecting that.

  “No? What’s your dream?” I tease. “Instagram model?”

  “Actually,” she replies haughtily, “I want to start my own candy company.”

  “Is that right?” I laugh. She’s obviously fucking with me, playing hard to get. Mysterious.

  “Yes it is,” she snaps. “And is that supposed to be funny?”

  Shaking my head, I lean in and whisper, “Well, if you want my candy cane, princess, all you have to do is ask.”

  “Does that line ever actually work?” she asks.

  “I dunno.” I shrug. “Never tried to pick up a girl on Christmas before.”

  “You don’t have to try, right? They just all flock to you?”

  “They do,” I laugh. “But that doesn’t mean I want them.”

  “Oh, so Lance Frost lives his life as a monk?”

  Her eyes are intent, as if she’s genuinely probing me for information. It seems strange, given the game she’s playing. Or is it a game? Maybe there’s more to her than I thought.

  “Not quite a monk
,” I tell her. “Just looking for the right woman. The one.”

  She doesn’t respond to that one; she just sort of frowns and twists her lips.

  “It takes a lot of money to start up a company, Faith. I could always invest—”

  “No,” she says sharply. “I don’t want your money.”

  “Is that supposed to impress me?” I ask. “You playing the long game?”

  Faith angrily reaches into her purse and pulls out a small candy wrapped in pale yellow paper. She grabs my hand and stuffs it into my palm. “This is a sample of my product. My own lemon drops. I won’t need your money once I show investors.”

  I twist the candy in my fingers. Actually, it’s quite impressive. The packaging is homemade and looks old-fashioned but in an attractive kind of way, like something you’d find in the 1950s. “Have Faith” is stamped on the paper in black ink.

  “You’re pretty confident,” I tell her as I unwrap it. “Let’s see if you can back it up.”

  I pop the bon-bon in my mouth. I don’t know what I was expecting, but not the explosion of sweetness that tingles over my tongue. My eyes must be wide because Faith instantly starts smiling.

  “Confidence is earned, right?” she asks with a wink. “How’d I do?”

  Christ. There really is more to this girl than I thought. I wonder if she tastes as sweet as her candy does.

  FAITH

  THIS HAS BEEN the most awkward, confusing dinner of my life.

  Lance started out on the attack, looking at me like he either wanted to throw me out of the car or rip my clothes off, and to be honest, I’m not sure which one I would have preferred at that moment.

  But now, after I gave him my lemon drop sample, he’s looking at me differently…like he respects me. Like I’m an equal. And for a man like Lance Frost, with the world at his fingertips, that’s an enormous compliment.

  Am I—falling for him?

  God, what a terrible idea. But I can’t help it.

  He actually seemed genuinely interested in my lemon drop, and I am half wondering if his offer of going in as an investor in the company wasn’t just a test to see if I’m a “gold-digging whore” or not.

  I feel bad for him. Despite having everything, he has absolutely no trust in people—especially women. I guess I never thought about what it’s like to be a man at the top of a successful company. Women, cars, money. That’s what I figured it would be like. Not always wondering who was going to stab you in the back.

  I actually feel bad for him. That’s a surprise. My boss, the world’s biggest jerk, getting sympathy from me? After the butt-reaming he gave me back at the office, he deserved that slap—even if it was completely unprofessional for me to give it to him.

  “Enjoy your dinner?” Lance asks. The look on his face shows that he already knows the answer; of course I did. But I’m not going to give it to him that easily, so I shrug and half-smile.

  “Not bad, not bad.”

  “Uh huh,” he chuckles as he comes around and pulls my chair out for me. I let him, even though I shouldn’t. I cannot fall for this man. “Best meal you’ve ever had. With the most handsome, successful man you’ve ever been with.”

  Oh my God. His audacity knows no bounds. “Cocky much? And besides, we haven’t been together, Lance.”

  He takes my arm, and again I let him. “Not yet,” he whispers as we step outside where the car is waiting.

  Yup, there go the butterflies again, swooshing around in my stomach like a little hurricane. I keep my mouth shut as he opens the door for me. As I bend over to get in, I can practically feel his eyes on my backside.

  And I like it.

  And I hate myself for liking it.

  I wasn’t lying when I told him I wouldn’t let him bend me over in his office earlier, but if he asked me again right now, I’m not sure what I’d say…

  What am I going to do if he makes a move on me in the car ride back to the office?

  But much to my surprise, relief, and disappointment, he doesn’t. In fact, he barely even speaks to me. We make casual chit-chat about Christmas, how pretty it is when it snows, and how wonderful real Christmas trees smell, and when the car pulls up at the front door to the office, I’m ready to get in my car and get the hell home. If I don’t, I’m not sure what’s going to happen.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” he asks as I start to walk toward the employee parking lot.

  “What?”

  “Come upstairs,” he tells me.

  “W-why?”

  “Because”—he smiles—“I have something to show you.”

  He doesn’t even give me a chance to reply. He just heads inside as though he knows I’m going to follow, and much to my own disappointment, I do.

  Yeah. Definitely falling for him and definitely the wrong move.

  He seems fascinated by me. At dinner, it was like he was hanging on my every word. I’ve never experienced that before. Sure, Andy was chatting me up, but it was obvious he was running some kind of game on me. Either something he’d learned on the internet, or something he’d practiced on many girls before me. Lance, on the other hand, seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say. And that has me wanting to know more.

  So I follow him back inside.

  He must work out. Guys may not know this, but girls like butts too, and Lance has a great one from what I can see. Muscular, well-defined, and not even remotely disguised by the pants he’s wearing. I try not to think of taking a bite out of a nice juicy apple.

  Everyone has already gone home by now, and the office is empty when we get upstairs. The lights are dimmed; the only real source of illumination is my—

  “Crappy little Christmas tree,” he chuckles. “You should have known better, Faith.”

  “Okay, you brought me up here to scold me again?”

  “No,” he says, quickly wrapping an arm around my waist. “I brought you up here to do this.”

  My legs start shaking immediately as his lips touch mine. A warmth begins between my thighs and radiates quickly out, bubbling through my body like a warm hot toddy. I’ve been kissed before—in 4th grade, so that doesn’t really count, right?

  His strong hands slide down my lower back to my butt. I shudder, wanting to stop him and give myself over to him completely at the same time. I feel completely exposed as he grabs me, spreads me, kneads my flesh, and lets out a strong groan that awakens something inside me, something very womanly.

  “Christ,” he growls, breaking our embrace. “I knew you had a gorgeous set of tits that even those thick sweaters can’t hide, but I wasn’t sure about your ass. Turns out it’s killer too.”

  No one has ever spoken to me like that—not even an arrogant jerk with alcohol-induced confidence. Before I can reply, he grabs my skirt and pulls. The hem rises all the way up to the top of my thighs and catches on my butt. His lips curl as he growls and finds the zipper and tugs it down.

  “I’ve been dying to get my hands on you,” he whispers into my ear as he slides one hand down the back of my skirt. His hands are callused and rough against the bare skin of my butt.

  I can’t even take it. What is happening right now? Does Lance Frost really have his hands all over me and do I really like it?

  “What would your daddy say if he saw you like this?”

  Holy shit. That gets to me. “What!?” I gasp. I try to pull away, but Lance is far too strong. He holds me close, a smile on his lips, and slides his fingers deeper down my dress. I try to speak, but he silences me with a kiss then begins spreading me open, searching for my sex.

  Oh God. Oh God.

  Lance is unstoppable. He pulls my panties aside and discovers my arousal. I can feel my wetness on his fingertips and begin to quiver as the unmistakable growl of desire comes out of his chest. When he slides inside, I have to break our embrace.

  Whimpering, I let my head fall against his chest and gasp for breath as he moves inside me, causing the warmth in my body to grow, spread, and threaten to overwhelm
me. He presses his lips against my head and kisses me delicately—a lovers’ kiss. As he finds a spot inside me, I flare with lust, and the words just slip out of my lips.

  “Keep—keep going, please…”

  He does, but instead of doing what he’s been doing, he slides a second finger inside and applies even more pressure to the spot that he knows existed and I had no idea about. Every nerve ending in my body is suddenly on high alert. I gasp as my back arches, and my mouth falls open to accept his kiss. He sucks my lower lip hungrily and whispers, “That’s it. Come for me.”

  “I—Lance!” I cry out as my orgasm rocks me. His fingers move in and out, up and down, coaxing me higher and higher until I can’t take it any longer, and I slump over into his arms, my womanhood contracting with each breath I take.

  “You’re so fucking sexy,” he purrs into my ear. “Especially when you’re coming.”

  “I—that was incredible…” My entire body is like a globe of heat. I’m suddenly aware of his tense, taut body against mine. I can feel his muscles pressed up against me and realize I’m not just wet down there; I’m also starting to salivate. Like I want something in my mouth.

  “Oh, it was,” he replies. “But we’re nowhere near done yet.”

  FAITH

  AS LANCE TUGS my skirt down and over my hips, I take a deep breath and realize I’ve lost. Whatever battle it was I was trying to win with him, it’s over now. I’m his. Completely his.

  Fresh pleasure stabs at my chest as my skirt falls to the floor, and Lance gruffly spreads my legs apart with his knee. I still have my panties on, but they’re pulled to the side. As he slides a hand up my sweater, he growls like a dog. “Fuck, I’ve been dying to see these ever since you first walked into the office.”

  I’m still humming from my orgasm, so when his fingers find my nipple and squeeze, I cry out. “Lance!”

  “Yes, baby,” he growls. “Let me see those beautiful breasts of yours.”

  He tugs my sweater and bra up at the same time and exposes me to him. I’m shy, but only for a moment; when I see the look in his eyes, I’m flushed with pride. I’m turning him on. It’s an amazing realization, and all I want to do is please him.