She looks down, her long eyelashes settling on her cheek. “I don’t know.” She looks back into my eyes like she might find the answer there. “It wouldn’t be right to go any farther, since you are my boss….” She can’t stop, can she? She wants to remind me again and again how forbidden she is, and it does absolutely nothing to deter me from—ah. Once again, Jenny’s several steps ahead. “I wouldn’t want to get either of us in trouble for breaking the rules.”

“Fuck the rules,” I grit through my teeth, and Jenny sucks in a breath that sounds for all the world like a plea. God help me, I answer it. Before I know what I’m doing, I’ve curved my hand around and under her chin, forcing it up another inch. I can feel all of Jenny’s weight through that hand, the unsteady desire coursing through her, so as she pants through those perfect lips, I wrap my arm around her waist and yank her close to me. I need her there. I need her there.

But close isn’t good enough.

Her body pressed against mine isn’t enough to get where we need to go, where I need to go and where she sure as hell needs to go if her behavior is any indication, but I don’t kiss her yet. No, not yet. I wait, every moment a delicious hurt, and feel her tremble in my arms.

“Roman....” Her voice is low and husky.

“Yes?” I breathe her in, the scent of her shampoo, the sunscreen scent on her skin.

“I—I thought you said to fuck the rules.”

“That’s right. That’s what I said. And I’m the boss.” I tighten my hand around her chin another infinitesimal amount. “I decide what happens here. Your feet are on my ground.”

“I know....” She’s hardly breathing, and her pupils are huge and dark.

“It’s just that I haven’t heard you ask,” I murmur into her ear. It’s a hardship, but I resist tugging the pins from her hair and letting it spill down her back. “This, right here? This is the point of no return, wouldn’t you say?”

“Yes. I would say that.” Jenny presses herself closer. I didn’t think there was any space left between us, but if there was, it’s gone now.