My cock has decided its unleashed now, and logic no longer applies. I’m thick and heavy and horny for Sienna, no matter how mad she gets at me.

Her sister tells her that dinner is on the table, and my window for explaining anything properly closes.

“We should—”

“Yeah.” I turn around again and catch her wrist. Her eyes flare, but she doesn’t pull away from me. I smooth my thumb over her racing pulse point, and hold her gaze with mine. “Remember, Sienna. I’m your adoring boyfriend.”

“But you’re not,” she breathes. “This isn’t going to work.”

A muscle twitches on my temple. I can feel it, and her gaze jumps to it. I know she’s thinking that I’m not capable of this. That she’s known me for two years, and in that time I’ve proven frustrating, cold, sharp-tongued, and emotionally unavailable.

That for two years, I’ve been nothing but a bossy jerk who asks for too much and doesn’t appreciate her nearly enough.

“Give me one night,” I growl. “We’ll get through dinner, and then we can talk again. And until then…” I lift her wrist to my mouth and brush my lips against her quivering pulse point. “Trust me.”

Chapter Three

Sienna

“Trust you?” My voice is shaking even as I glare at him, because my skin has been seared by his lips and what the hell is he playing at?

He gives me a hard-to-read look at makes me want to stomp my feet in frustration, but before I can snap at him again, he moves his hand to my chin, lifts my face up, just so, and brings our mouths together firmly this time. A warm, real kiss, not a tease, not a brush of his lips against mine.

My cold-as-fuck boss is kissing me, and there’s nothing chilly about it.

His lips are soft and warm, and when I shudder, the kiss deepens, his mouth opening and sliding against mine. He tastes better than my fantasies, and it’s so, so hard not to lick my way inside and never leave.

But he can’t kiss me like this. He can’t kiss me at all. That is not a way for him to win me back as his assistant, none of this is, and explaining that is going to break my heart all over again.

“Jacob,” I breathe against his lips.

“Jake,” he murmurs back.

“We can’t kiss like that.” My voice sounds all breathy and affected, which is not acceptable. He cannot know just how much I liked that kiss. How much I want him to do it again and again, deeper next time.

“We just did. Did you hate it?” He’s laughing at me, I can hear it in his voice, and that’s when I realize my eyes had drifted shut.