Free The Boss's Proposal by Kristin Hardy Page A

“You had no business bringing that concept up in front of the client.”
    â€œSo I’m supposed to sit there and keep my mouth shut even when I know there’s a way to address their problems?” Max demanded. “And what, we’resupposed to cross our fingers that no one else comes up with it? This was supposed to be about brainstorming, Dylan. We need to know how they respond to the idea. We need to know what they want.”
    â€œWe already know what they want—”
    â€œOr you think you do.”
    â€œI know I do.” He stopped at his car and swung around to face her, furious with her for breaking ranks, furious with the situation and most of all furious with himself because despite the issues at hand, all he could do was look at her mouth and want her.
    She took a step toward him. “I’ve been working on this proposal for four months. Maybe I know something, too.”
    â€œIn case you’ve forgotten, I’m the one who sets direction for this team.”
    â€œTeam?” Her eyes flashed. “A team of one maybe. If you didn’t want any input, why didn’t you just ask Hal for a couple of drafting slaves? That’s all you’re interested in, having everything your way.”
    â€œEverything my way? You’re the one who always wants to orchestrate everything. You just won’t give up trying to manipulate what I think, what happens on the project, what happens between us, will you?”
    â€œ You’re the one who won’t take no for an answer,” she said hotly, stabbing a forefinger into his chest to punctuate the words. “ You’re the one who’s always coming on. You’re the one who’s always telling me Iwant something to happen between us when it should be perfectly obvious that I’m not interested. ”
    â€œYeah? Let me show you what’s obvious.” And goaded beyond his limit, he dragged her into his arms and clamped his mouth over hers.
    Hot and furious, fierce and urgent. Dylan knew it wasn’t smart but he just purely didn’t give a damn. Not this time. He made no attempt at seduction, just gave in to the frustration and desire that had been riding him almost from the first moment he’d seen her. Her computer bag thudded to the pavement. He heard the surprised catch of her breath. He just took, satisfying himself and somehow knowing he would take her with him.
    Her mouth felt as lush as he’d imagined, her taste as addictive. Licking that dip in her lower lip, he savored it, drawing it in to his mouth, tightening his teeth until he heard her faint groan.
    And her arms came up around him.
    He’d known the passion was there, but that was like knowing the amount of charge needed to demo a building versus feeling the explosion shake the ground as the walls tumbled down. Her mouth was greedy against his. Her fingers twined through his hair. She twisted that luscious body against him, matching him demand for demand as she did every minute of the day. It was part of her, that need to challenge, that drive to plunge heedlessly into every experience. It was the part of her that intoxicated him every bit as much as it infuriated. And just asthe clash of two storms gave rise to the fury of a tornado, so their desire whirled together into a furious passion.
    Max thought she’d experienced all the kinds of desire a woman could, but she’d never encountered anything like this. It stunned her, it dazzled her, making a mockery of any other arousal she’d ever felt. There was no measured embrace, no time to think. It swamped her, it overwhelmed her so that she was swept along by her own response, as though her body belonged to the moment. As though her body belonged to him.
    His hands ranged over her, fusing the two of them together so that she could feel the hard muscle and sinew of that lean body against her. When he drew her head back and feasted on her throat, the warmth of