Sure, Brice could be hard on his employees, cold in demeanor, and his attitude was abrasive, but underneath all of that she’d seen a man who did have a heart, who was warm and who could love fiercely. She’d seen the latter in his work, in the passion he put forth in helping less-than-fortunate organizations.
“Brice.” She said his name on a whisper. “You’re my boss,” she said again.
He reached out and cupped her cheek, smoothing his thumb along her skin, causing fire to lick across her body.
“And you’re my employee, but that doesn’t matter.” He took a step closer to her again. “I don’t care about any of that.” He dropped his gaze down to her mouth. “I only fucking care about one thing, and that’s you.” His body was pressed right to hers now, the stiff outline of his cock digging against her belly.
A gasp of surprise and desire filled her. He was big and hard, thick and long.
“I’ve wanted you for the last two years, baby, and because of that it’s taken some incredible self-restraint on my part to stay away, to keep myself in check.”
She couldn’t breathe, her chest rising and falling, her heart racing.
“The way you look, how fucking gorgeous you are, the way you work so hard, so dedicated…” He closed his eyes and groaned. “Your scent, lemon and honey, it’s a mixture that has me so damn aroused I feel like pulling my cock out during working hours and jerking off to the thought of you. I tried to stay away, I’ve tried to be professional. I’ve tried not to break my own rules.” He shook his head slowly, his focus moving from her eyes to her mouth and then back again. “But I’m done controlling myself. I’m done waiting.” He pressed his body more firmly against hers. “And the way you’re looking at me right now, the fact your lips are parted, your breathing is erratic, and your pupils are dilated, tells me that you want me too.” He leaned closer, their lips just a hairbreadth away now. “Let’s stop fighting it. Let’s just give in.”
She couldn’t say anything, couldn’t even think clearly. He had his mouth on her neck now, his lips lightly trailing over her throat. Bunny closed her eyes and just breathed out, her head tilted to the side so he had better access.
“Brice.” She said his name and he groaned, moving his hands over her shoulders, down her arms, and curling his fingers between hers.
“Tell me you want this and it’ll happen. No fighting, just submitting.” He said those words on a harsh whisper against her skin and she moaned.
Could she do this? Could she be honest about what she wanted?
Could Bunny actually be with Brice?
And as he pulled back and she looked into his eyes, she knew what she wanted, what she had to do.
“I want you. I what this.” She had said the words, and there was no way she could take them back.
7
Finishing the auction knowing Bunny wanted him was the hardest thing Brice had ever done. He’d put off telling her exactly how he felt because of him being her boss. Now there was no reason for either of them to hide. He was the boss, she his PA, and he wouldn’t tell a fucking soul, not that it was anyone’s business but their own.
He stayed behind, thanking everyone for their donation, and making sure there were a lot of happy clients and customers. Only when the cleaning crews were working did he take Bunny by the hand, leading her out to the waiting car.
Helping her inside, he slid in the back so he sat beside her.
Neither of them talked as the driver took them presumably to his penthouse apartment in the city. He had thought about taking her to a hotel but that didn’t ring right for him.
This wasn’t going to be some dirty little secret.
Every now and then, he looked toward her, seeing her head leaning back, staring outside.
“Tonight was a huge success,” he said.
“I’m glad. I know your charity events mean a lot to you.”
“And you made it work.”
“It wasn’t exactly hard to do. You’re very specific in what you want to see. I’m more than happy to provide that.”
The car pulled into his secured underground parking, and once parked, he climbed out of the car. Bunny had already gotten out and was looking across the vehicle at him. He approached her, taking hold of her hand, seeing how much smaller she was than him.
He stroked his thumb back and forth over her pulse as they approached the waiting elevator.
Time seemed to stand still as they were taken to his floor.
Once on it, he let her go to open the door to his apartment, and the moment they stepped over the threshold, he stopped, holding back. Closing the door, he grabbed her around the waist, slamming her against it.