Alien Romance: Desired By The Alien Boss: A Scifi Alien Abduction Romance (Alien Romance, Alien Invasion Romance, BBW) (Rusneon Mates Book 2) Read Online Free PDF
Author: Ashley Hunter
grasp, nearly falling into his chest as she felt his mouth work against hers in a series of suckles that left her feeling tingling all over.
Andrea parted her lips, taking in his lower lip and sucking it into her teeth and gently nibbling on it. A low rumble passed from his chest and into hers and he was pulling away for a moment—their lips smacked apart deliciously and Andrea gasped—before crushing hers to his mouth once more. This time the second kiss was powerful, and at one point, she felt her tongue meet his past their glued lips.
She felt like she had licked a battery. The flavor of his mouth was strange, sizzling, and completely intoxicating. She didn’t know she had her legs wrapped around his waist and his arms were pulling her flush against him until one of the machines in the room let out a series of beeps and blips that made him pull away.
Andrea panted, her eyelids fluttering lazily as he panted against her. She saw him glancing down at her with a look of torn amusement.
“I’m afraid we’ll need to conclude this another time,” he said, his arms pulling away from her.
Andrea felt extremely reluctant to part from him, but she did so anyway, noting vaguely that her hair was falling from her bun.
Dom pulled away, straightening his clothes before he walked around the desk in the direction of the monitors. Andrea stood against his desk, feeling her legs quiver shakily from the passion surging violently through her system.
“Andrea,” he called.
“Yes?”
“Did you reschedule the meeting with the Executives from Branch H?”
Andrea frowned, “Yes. I even sent out an email to confirm.”
He let out a short sigh of irritation, “Seems like they didn’t get the memo. Go. Settle this with Athena. I’m much too busy to be entertaining them today.”
Andrea nodded, walking out the door and preparing herself to go meet with the woman in question.
“Oh and Andrea?” Andrea paused to look over her shoulder and felt her body grow alight with fire when he gave her a look that was certainly… seductive.
“I’ll be needing you to stay until 9 tonight.”
“Ah,” Andrea gasped softly before nodding, feeling her body grow increasingly heightened with anticipation.
“Yes, sir.”
“Dom,” he said.
“Call me Dom.”
“Yes… Dom.”
“Shoo.”
Chapter 7
That evening, to Andrea’s dismay, was comprised of work that was similar to what he had made her do whenever she stayed after hours. He would dictate or ask for information and she would do what she did best, keep up with him.
She kept expecting him to do something, like sweeping her into another kiss, pushing her against a wall, hell— have his way with her on his desk … literally anything.
Instead, he had asked her to take information and she waited, throwing glances at him every once in a while and wondering if he was going to make a move. Instead, he resumed doing things that once made her tense, and now made her go mad.
He would approach and peer over her shoulder, rest his hands on her waist to guide her out of his way while he stormed back and forth between his desk and one of the appliances. The more it happened, the more Andrea felt herself want to scream, throw the tablet on the ground, or lunge at him.
Instead, she controlled herself, keeping her breathing as steady as she could and most certainly not replaying the events of their kiss over and over again in her head. It was 8:30 by the time they managed to complete the work and Andrea felt her anticipation make war with disappointment.
She found herself wanting him to make a move, to take her into his arms again and kiss her with that same ferocity that made her nearly forget her own name.
“Good work today,” Dom muttered as they began to head out, tugging on his lab coat and securing a few last documents into a briefcase.
Andrea gave him a half-hearted ‘thank you,’ fidgeting inwardly as he led her toward the door of the office.
The
Andrea parted her lips, taking in his lower lip and sucking it into her teeth and gently nibbling on it. A low rumble passed from his chest and into hers and he was pulling away for a moment—their lips smacked apart deliciously and Andrea gasped—before crushing hers to his mouth once more. This time the second kiss was powerful, and at one point, she felt her tongue meet his past their glued lips.
She felt like she had licked a battery. The flavor of his mouth was strange, sizzling, and completely intoxicating. She didn’t know she had her legs wrapped around his waist and his arms were pulling her flush against him until one of the machines in the room let out a series of beeps and blips that made him pull away.
Andrea panted, her eyelids fluttering lazily as he panted against her. She saw him glancing down at her with a look of torn amusement.
“I’m afraid we’ll need to conclude this another time,” he said, his arms pulling away from her.
Andrea felt extremely reluctant to part from him, but she did so anyway, noting vaguely that her hair was falling from her bun.
Dom pulled away, straightening his clothes before he walked around the desk in the direction of the monitors. Andrea stood against his desk, feeling her legs quiver shakily from the passion surging violently through her system.
“Andrea,” he called.
“Yes?”
“Did you reschedule the meeting with the Executives from Branch H?”
Andrea frowned, “Yes. I even sent out an email to confirm.”
He let out a short sigh of irritation, “Seems like they didn’t get the memo. Go. Settle this with Athena. I’m much too busy to be entertaining them today.”
Andrea nodded, walking out the door and preparing herself to go meet with the woman in question.
“Oh and Andrea?” Andrea paused to look over her shoulder and felt her body grow alight with fire when he gave her a look that was certainly… seductive.
“I’ll be needing you to stay until 9 tonight.”
“Ah,” Andrea gasped softly before nodding, feeling her body grow increasingly heightened with anticipation.
“Yes, sir.”
“Dom,” he said.
“Call me Dom.”
“Yes… Dom.”
“Shoo.”
Chapter 7
That evening, to Andrea’s dismay, was comprised of work that was similar to what he had made her do whenever she stayed after hours. He would dictate or ask for information and she would do what she did best, keep up with him.
She kept expecting him to do something, like sweeping her into another kiss, pushing her against a wall, hell— have his way with her on his desk … literally anything.
Instead, he had asked her to take information and she waited, throwing glances at him every once in a while and wondering if he was going to make a move. Instead, he resumed doing things that once made her tense, and now made her go mad.
He would approach and peer over her shoulder, rest his hands on her waist to guide her out of his way while he stormed back and forth between his desk and one of the appliances. The more it happened, the more Andrea felt herself want to scream, throw the tablet on the ground, or lunge at him.
Instead, she controlled herself, keeping her breathing as steady as she could and most certainly not replaying the events of their kiss over and over again in her head. It was 8:30 by the time they managed to complete the work and Andrea felt her anticipation make war with disappointment.
She found herself wanting him to make a move, to take her into his arms again and kiss her with that same ferocity that made her nearly forget her own name.
“Good work today,” Dom muttered as they began to head out, tugging on his lab coat and securing a few last documents into a briefcase.
Andrea gave him a half-hearted ‘thank you,’ fidgeting inwardly as he led her toward the door of the office.
The
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