Always Will (Always #2)

9: Selene

I walk away from Ronan’s office, my heart racing. That bastard made my pussy so wet, I was literally clenching my thighs. I should have told him not to touch me, but holy shit, that was a turn-on. I can barely think straight.

I’m so grateful it’s late and no one else is in the office. My face must be beet red. I head back to my office to grab my things. I need to get out of here. Now.

I walk over to the other side of our floor to take a different elevator. He could be leaving too, and I cannot risk being in an enclosed space with him right now. I was half a second away from biting his lower lip. God, his mouth is perfect, and it isn’t helping that I’ve tasted it before. He was so close I could feel his body heat, and he stared at me with such an intense look in his eyes.

The elevator takes forever, and I look over my shoulder a few times, wondering if he’s going to follow me. I hate that there’s a part of me—a bigger part than I would like to admit—that wants him to. I’m still breathing too hard. I glance behind me again and get a whiff of him. Why the hell do I still smell him? I grab a section of my hair and bring it up to my nose. That’s where it’s coming from. It’s faint, but distinctly Ronan.

Damn him, he should not smell so good.

I take the elevator down, and head out to my car. I know exactly what my problem is. I’m horny as fuck—and I hate that word. It sounds so juvenile, but damn it, I want to get laid. It’s been a very long time and that is the only reason Ronan had that effect on me.

It is not because he’s the sexiest motherfucking man I have ever met, and it is definitely not because I loved it when he got aggressive with me.

There’s no traffic, so I get home in about fifteen minutes. I go inside and change out of my work clothes, putting on my too-short yoga pants and a t-shirt. And new panties, because yes, my thong is no longer wearable. Downstairs, I pour myself a glass of wine and sit down on the couch. My heart rate returned to normal on the drive home, but I still have an uncomfortable pressure between my legs. I take a sip of the Cabernet. Hopefully the wine will help me calm down.

I grab my phone and bring up Kylie’s number. I really need to talk to her.

“What’s up?” she says when she answers.

“I don’t even know where to begin.”

“Uh oh,” she says. “Do you need me to come over?”

“You don’t have to,” I say. “But do you have a few minutes to talk?”

“Yeah, of course,” she says. “What’s going on? Did something happen with Aidan?”

I hear my brother say something in the background, and I hope I didn’t interrupt them. I know they’re still newlyweds and everything, but ew.

“No, it’s not about Aidan. Not really.” I take a deep breath. “You know how I told you my company has a new owner and things are weird at work?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, there’s something else I didn’t tell you. My new boss is a guy named Ronan Maddox. I worked with him about five years ago, but he moved to San Francisco.”

“Okay…”

I put my hand on my forehead. “So I kind of slept with him on his last night here, before he moved.”

“Wait,” Kylie says. “You hooked up with this Ronan guy five years ago, and now he owns your company?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck, Selene, that’s awkward,” she says. “Is it weird?”

“Kind of?” I say. “He fluctuates between being completely professional, and hard-core hitting on me.”

“Your boss is hitting on you?” she asks. “That’s not good.”

I sink back against the couch cushions. “I know.”

“Selene,” she says, her voice serious. “You aren’t actually thinking about letting something happen with him, are you?”

“No, I…” I let out a breath. Damn it, that’s exactly what I’m thinking. I called Kylie because I know she’ll talk me out of it, but now I’m not so sure I want her to. “I’ve been very clear with him that there is no way. I even set out ground rules and he agreed to them.”

“Good for you,” she says. “You have to set boundaries with this guy, especially if he’s asshole enough to hit on you at work.”