She lifted her gaze to his, then her blue eyes widened. His smile had faded and she must have known that he was wildly turned on. God, he could barely resist his deep yearning to kiss her. Her lips looked so velvety soft and … his body tightened … would they part for his tongue? At the thought of slipping it inside her warm mouth, the ache inside him blossomed to intense need. He could imagine her tongue gliding over his, then she would open wider as he deepened the kiss.

He wanted to slide his arms around her and draw her close. To feel her soft breasts pressed tight to him and … oh, fuck, the tight buds of her nipples boring into him. He longed to stroke one. He wanted to feel the hard nub against his thumb. And to hear her whimpers of pleasure as he teased her to a delicious state of arousal.

Suddenly, he realized he’d actually started leaning in toward her. Her eyes were wide, watching him.

Fuck, what the hell was he doing?

He drew back and stared into her dazed eyes.

“Let’s get back to you practicing your domination,” he said.

“Of course.”

He glanced briefly at the TV, then back to her. “So, Mistress, what if I tell you I don’t want to watch the movie?”

“I order you to watch it,” she said firmly.

“And if I refuse?” The words just slipped out.

“I’ll have to punish you, then,” she said, looking nervous.

His cock hardened at the thought that she might slap his ass. The thought of her small, feminine hand connecting with his hard ass—God, would she tell him to drop his pants?—sent his hormones reeling.

It was too much. He needed to feel her against him.

He cupped her face in his hands and drew her close. She tipped up her head and her lips brushed his.

The mere touch of her softness against his mouth made his cock swell even more. Then she pressed her tongue into his mouth and he moaned. Passion flared between them and he clutched her tightly to his body. Her lips moved seductively on his and by the time their mouths parted, he was totally off balance.

“Fuck, Ash. That was some kiss.”

She smiled, her eyes full of desire. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for you to do that.”

“Look, Ash. That was just a mistake. We can’t go down this path.”

“But … why not?”

“How many reasons do you want? I’m older than you, I’m your brother’s friend—”

“I don’t care about the age difference. And you and Brad haven’t been close since he moved to San Diego. You and I are closer friends now.”

He frowned. “And I’m your boss.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck. “That doesn’t matter.”

“It does. Things will get complicated. It’ll get awkward at work.”

He took her wrists and disentangled himself from her arms.

“I’m sorry, Ash. This is just a really bad idea.”