HAPPY FOREVER AFTER

Daniel frowned. He had been anticipating … What?

A blush at the very least! Some stumbled words which would acknowledge the amazing thing which had been happening between them. Maybe even a little pout of her lips to remind him of how good it had felt to kiss them. But not that cool and non-committal look which she was currently directing at him.

It still shocked him that he felt so strongly about her. Sure, he had liked what he had seen since he met her, but after all that time together, whatever he felt for her was growing. He realized he wanted to spend more and more time with her. Why? He hadn’t a clue. And who cared? She had said yes, even when he thought she would tell him to go to hell. And he was determined to make her happy about the decision.

“I want you in my office” he said and walked away.

When Emma got to his office, he had taken off his suit and tie and was standing behind his desk.

“Is there something you need?” she asked, stopping in the middle of the room.

“I don’t want anything, Emma,” he growled. “Come over here.”

“Where?” Emma asked.

“Don’t ask me questions like that, Emma. I want to kiss you.” he replied.

Desperately she shook her head, telling herself that she couldn’t let this thing between them affect her work. He was dangerous. She knew that. If she wasn’t careful he would break her heart. She might lose a job she liked if things got complicated. And the closer she let him get the greater the danger.

“I don’t want to kiss you.” she said finally.

He walked across the office towards her, a sardonic smile curving his lips as he reached for her, his hand snaking around her waist as he pulled her close.

“Well, we both know that’s a lie,” he drawled, and he brushed his lips over hers.

Emma swayed, and for a moment she succumbed-the way women sometimes succumbed to chocolate at the end of a particularly rigid diet.

Her lips opened beneath his kiss, and for a few brief seconds she felt herself being sucked into a dark and erotic vortex as he pressed his hard body into hers. Her limbs became boneless as she felt one powerful thigh levering its way between hers, so that she gave an instinctive little wriggle of her hips against it.

He broke the kiss, and looked down at her. Her smile, wide and excited, made his heart slam in his chest.

“Did you miss me?” he asked

“I’m glad you are back,” she said, “And yes I missed you”.

He laughed, and scooped her into his arms again. “I can’t tell you how happy I am to hear that,” he said.

She hugged him tight around his neck, her shining eyes were close enough for him to see the gold specks among them. But then her eyes closed, and her lips touched his.

Her kiss lit him up like a Christmas tree. It was more than just taste or texture or any of the physical stuff. It was electricity and tension and it went to his head and his cock at the same time. He wanted her, but like no one he had wanted before. And he had been with some incredible women. But Emma, ah, God, she was … different.

He let it all go, and pressed against her, letting her feel what she had done to him.

From zero to upright in thirty seconds.

Until common sense sounded a warning bell in her head. Quickly she broke the contact and stepped away from him, her cheeks flushing. She cooled them with the tips of her trembling fingers.

“We should stop, Daniel,” she said. “Someone mighty come in.”

“No one is going to come in without knocking” he replied, trying to take her back into his arms but she moved away.

“We have to stop, Daniel. This is my job and I don’t want to get into trouble”.

“And you won’t… Are you forgetting that I’m the boss?” he asked grinning.

“How could I forget?… But people talk, you know”.

“Look who is hiding now,” he said.

“You know what I mean, Daniel. I’m going back to work”..

“Wait” he said and she stopped. “I’m supposed to be at a dinner party tomorrow night, and I want you to come with me

It’s a work thing”

“Urmmm. Is that a good idea?” Emma asked.

“Yeah it is. I don’t really look forward to these things, but I am now. Because you are coming with me. I will pick you up at seven, okay?”

“Yeah, sure. See you then”

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Emma was standing in front of the mirror when the ring of the doorbell echoed through her house.

Seven o’clock. She thought. Right on the dot.

Her pulse raced, and the roar of it filled her head, deafening her. Nerves. They waged war inside her, turning her belly into a churned-up battlefield. Any sane woman would be anxious about this charade that was definitely going to end with her getting hurt. Exhaling a breath, she rubbed her damp palms down her thighs.

The doorbell rang again, and it unglued her feet, propelling her forward. She unlocked and opened the front door, revealing her date for the evening. No, correction-the man she was falling in love with -despite all her good intentions.

Daniel stared down at her. Emma was a vision of luscious womanhood in a red dress that made his throat dry. Her hair looked wild, like she had just gotten well and lustily laid, and her eyes were luminous with mischief and something else he couldn’t peg. But where he got stuck was her lips.

Red, like the dress, full, like her breasts. He wanted to pull her to him, feel that body from shoulder to knee, and kiss her senseless.

When his eyes met hers again, she barely caught herself before taking a step back from the heat there. It practically seared her skin.

Hazardous. Dangerous.

She silently chanted the warnings to herself. He would set fire to her life and leave her covered in ashes.

“Seven o’clock,” she rasped, before clearing her throat of the arousal thickening it. “Just as you requested.”

He nodded, But his attention was on her.

“You look stunning,” he said.

She lowered her lashes as her cheeks pinked. “Thank you.” she said.

Shyly, she looked at him again, her gaze moving down his tuxedo, then back up. “So do you.”

He laughed. “Stunning? I don’t think so.”

Her head tilted to the side. “You are.”

He waved away the compliment, and took hold of her hand. He kissed the delicate skin on the back, he lingered, inhaling deeply her sweet honey scent. “The coach awaits,” he said, reluctant to let go of her.

“I just need my bag.” Emma said.

Her hand was lost to him, but in recompense, he got to watch as she walked away to collect her purse. The curves were just as impressive from this side.

“Okay, I’m all set,” she said as she returned.

He crossed the room in three strides and captured her hand once more. “It’s going to be a great party,” he said as he led her toward the front door. “And I’m going to be the luckiest man there.”