Sex, Lies & Her Impossible Boss by Jennifer Rae

felt it all the way to her toes. His eyes. Dark. Soft. She didn’t see anything else. Just his eyes.
    ‘Sometimes people don’t always say what they mean,’ she murmured as the breath in her chest got heavier. She could feel her breasts lifting and falling as her hand inched closer to his mouth. He wasn’t stopping her and she just wanted to touch his lip—that was all. Nothing more.
    His eyes hit her and she knew what he was feeling. His lids were hooded and she felt the heat of his desire as his body became even harder. Then she touched his soft lip with her thumb and all sense left her head. Desire turned into something else. Something much more desperate and she lifted herself up on her toes, anticipating and dreading the feeling of his soft lips at the same time.
    The touch was fleeting. Nothing more than a brush, but a brush Faith felt buzz all the way through her body. She moved away, chancing a glance at his eyes. They were slowly opening as if he’d had them closed when her lips met his. She didn’t know what to say; she couldn’t gather enough thoughts in her head to be able to come up with a reasonable sentence about how she was feeling so she lifted herself again to press her lips softly against his again before she could stop herself.
    But there was nothing soft about his reaction. He pushed closer until she had her back against the bars. A small gasp escaped her lips and for a second, just one tiny second, she thought about pushing him away because for one fleeting moment she knew this wouldn’t end well—but then the hotness of his breath met her swollen lips and she couldn’t think of anything else but him. His heat and his hardness and the way he reacted when she flicked her tongue against his lips. His big hands gripped her wrists and pinned them hard against the bars. He pushed his hips in hard and she felt him, big and strong and angry.
    ‘Where did you learn to kiss like that?’ he growled and she let a tiny triumphant smile sneak over her lips.
    She was in control here. He wanted her; she could taste it. That power made her head swell. She couldn’t move her hands so she pushed her head. She didn’t know where that kiss had come from; she’d certainly never kissed anyone else like that but it was as if she knew him. Knew what he wanted, as if he was showing her by the way he moved against her. It just felt right.
    ‘There’s a lot about me that you don’t know,’ she said quietly, letting her eyes fall to his lips. He reacted immediately, kissing her with a violence she’d never felt from anyone before. His hands gripped her wrists and his teeth clamped down onto her lip—a little too hard. But she liked it. She wanted more. She pushed her chest into his, letting the moan of pleasure fall from her mouth and he responded by sliding his tongue over her lips and finally...finally kissing her properly. Deep and sensual.
    Faith’s mind raced and her body pounded. She’d never been kissed like this. Never. Not even that time...but she didn’t want to think about that time. She wanted to think about this. Him. Here. Kissing her, needing her, wanting her. A primal response to his own obvious desire.
    Her eyes started to close and her mind drifted but when she felt the large hands around her wrists release, her mind came crashing back down to earth with a thump.
    ‘You put your trust in the wrong people, Faith.’
    Her eyes flew open. He’d pulled away.
    ‘No, I trust you.’ She felt drunk on his kisses and leaned forward, eager to feel his lips on hers again, but he pulled his head back, away from her—away from her lips. His eyes weren’t soft any more; they were hard and she realised he was rejecting her. The drunk feeling that had come over her as he was kissing her vanished. Embarrassment replaced it as she watched him, staring at her, then as the seconds passed anger flashed through her, making her tense. ‘You feel it too. I know you do. Why won’t you kiss me?’
    ‘I