Free More Than You Know by Jennifer Gracen Page A

want.”
    Her hazel eyes shone and glimmered as she met his gaze. “Is that all you want?” she murmured provocatively.
    Heat flooded his body, lust ruled him without mercy. Goddamn. “No, that’s not all I want,” he murmured back. Their eyes locked and held. Her softness was gone, replaced by a flirty sensuality. He took another step closer. “You are a vile temptress.”
    She smirked and purred, “I bet you say that to all the girls.”
    Her husky voice sent shimmers of desire through him. He let his finger trail along her smooth jaw. His eyes fell to her mouth, those lush, inviting lips so close. “We can’t do this, you know.”
    â€œOf course not,” she said. Her voice didn’t waver, but she didn’t step back from him. “You’re my boss. I’m not stupid. I plan to keep my job.”
    â€œAnd you will.” His heart started pounding against his ribs. He dragged his finger down her soft, pale neck . . . slowly, teasing. He let that fingertip wander back up the side of her throat. Her breath hitched, but she didn’t break their gaze. “You . . . are incredibly sexy, Julia. You drive men wild. And you know it.”
    â€œMaybe a little.” Something flamed in her eyes. “Is that why you hired me? I thought it was because of my voice.”
    â€œIt was both,” he said flatly. “You have an amazing voice. And you’re unbelievably hot.”
    Her mouth curved up. “Thank you. But I’ve gotta tell ya . . .” She moved in a drop closer, their faces now only inches apart. He could feel her warm breath against his mouth, see the gold flecks shining in her striking hazel eyes. Her voluptuous breasts brushed against his chest and his heart almost stopped. She looked deep into his eyes, smiled, and whispered with carnal boldness, “You couldn’t handle me.”
    Lust slammed him, almost made his knees weak. With all the women he’d known, all the women he’d been with—and yeah, there were more than he cared to admit to—not one of them had been this direct. This forward. This hot . Who was seducing whom here? Jesus Christ. “Oh, I could handle you,” he assured her in a rough whisper, even as adrenaline and hunger surged through his body.
    â€œMmm. Maybe you could.” Her eyes danced, teasing as she took a step back. “Too bad we won’t find out, huh?”
    His blood sizzled through his veins. He hoped she couldn’t tell he had a raging hard-on. “No, unfortunately, we won’t. We can’t.”
    She nodded and turned her back to him. He stared at her hair, the cascading fiery waves, and his hands fisted at his sides. Everything in him longed to grab her, whirl her around, and kiss her senseless. But he couldn’t. I’m her boss, he reminded himself, willing his heart to slow. I’m her fucking boss.
    Before he could blink, she turned back to him, took his face with both hands, and pulled him down to bring his mouth crashing onto hers.
    A second of shock blurred into instant passion as he kissed her back. Her mouth was as warm and soft as he’d imagined it would be. His hands grasped her waist and pulled her closer. Her kiss was demanding; she wanted. Goddammit, so did he. She touched her tongue to his and he tasted mint and fire and sensuality . . . More . He wanted more.
    She broke the kiss, gasping for air. Her hands went to his chest to push back from him, but he didn’t release her.
    They stared at each other for a moment. The air around them crackled and pulsed.
    â€œWell, okay then,” she gasped. She drew a shaky breath. “Okay. Had to just get that out of my system. I’ll be fine from here on in.”
    â€œReally?” Dane said, his voice thick. “Okay. But I didn’t get my turn.” He gripped her face and crushed his mouth to hers. No mercy. Pure animal lust. He wanted her boneless when he was done