Having the Boss's Babies

‘Would you like me to call a taxi?’ she offered.

‘No, thanks, I’ll walk. It’s a great morning for having a look around and getting to know my new home-town.’

Her bare feet padded on the timber floor and she knotted her bathrobe more tightly at the waist as she followed him to her front door. A lump jammed her throat as he opened the door and turned to her.

Oh, heavens, last night had been so wonderful. The most beautiful night ever. It made up for all the hurt…

She suddenly wanted to cry. Crazy! No. She mustn’t.

But what should she do now? Kiss Liam on the cheek? Wave him goodbye?

She forced another smile and held out her hand. ‘See you at the office, Mr Conway.’

‘Alice, don’t.’ Dark colour stained his face as he clasped her hand. ‘Don’t be like that.’

Like what? she wanted to ask.

But he was staring at her hand in his. And then suddenly his shoulder nudged the door closed again and, to her amazement, he pulled her roughly to him and his mouth came down hard on hers.

The passionate force of his kiss stunned her. Backing against the door, he pulled her to him, his mouth possessive, uncompromising, bruising. Her heart pounded in answer. Her body softened in instant surrender.

After just one night the smell and the taste and the feel of him were wonderfully familiar. A sweet sense of recognition overwhelmed her—the strong feeling that she belonged in these arms, with this man. She was tinder to his fire, ablaze at the first contact.

Her lips welcomed him. Her hands hungrily explored the muscly wonder of his shoulders; they twined in his hair. Her breasts strained for his touch.

And then, too soon, way too soon, he lifted his head and set her a little apart from him. His eyes glittered with an unreadable emotion.

‘Damn,’ he said, making the word sound both soft and harsh at once. ‘That wasn’t the way I’d planned to say goodbye.’ He touched his lips gently to her forehead. ‘I’m sorry, Alice. It won’t happen again. From now on I’ll be on my best behaviour.’

Too overcome and breathless to answer, she pressed her fingers to her lips to hold back a protest. Once more he opened the door and this time he stepped outside. He sent her one brief, scorching glance, and then he turned and strode swiftly away without looking back.

She watched him go with her fingers still pressed against her lips. Lips that were tender from the imprint of his kiss.

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