3 Best Romance Novels You Can't Put Down Once You Begin

“Aren't you a hooker that anyone could on top of you with money?” When they met, he became her guest in room...

His hot breath fanned my face. I already felt dizzy and I hadn't even kissed him yet. My lips parted slightly waiting for his. It then hit me. I WAS GOING TO KISS MY BOSS! But before I could react to this piece of late info his lips touched mine making me a goner.

I lowered my gaze, my cheeks flushing, and let my eyes drop to the distinct swell straining against his jeans. “What look?” I decided to play along, my hand drifting to trace the outline as I held his gaze with feigned innocence. He pushed my hand away, only to pull me roughly onto the edge of his desk. My heart stuttered in my chest. “You still haven’t answered my question.” I braced my palms against the solid wall of his chest, waiting for him to do more than just stare down at me with that infuriatingly blank expression. “Well? Can I kiss you?” A nervous laugh escaped me, and I looked away, heat creeping up my neck. The room echoed with Christian’s low, knowing chuckle. His fingers came up to brush my burning cheek. Then he leaned in. Before I could react, his lips—soft, demanding—were on mine. “Remember,” he murmured, his voice a rough whisper against my mouth as he pulled back just enough to speak, his forehead resting against mine, “how I shattered that innocent act of yours at the club?” His eyes held a dark promise. “From now on, I’ll do it anytime I please. Until you learn never to ask me a foolish question like that again.” This time, the kiss wasn’t soft. It was possessive, aggressive. A claim. My arms wound around his shoulders of their own accord, and I met his hunger with my own, my tongue slipping past his lips. I pulled him closer, desperate, wanting to erase any space between us. I wasn’t letting go. After a long, breathless moment, he broke the kiss. Slowly, deliberately, he took my hand from his shoulder. His eyes locked on mine, he guided it down the hard plane of his torso, over his hip… Then finally, he placed my palm firmly back over the hard, undeniable evidence of his desire, his gaze daring me to look away.