Chapter 89: Yvonne

Yvonne slid her arms around his neck and he took her mouth. The kiss was possessive, branding. His stubble scraped her chin and though she might have initiated contact, he was taking over. Her nipples pebbled, growing harder until she wanted to rub against him to find some sort of relief, like a cat in heat.

"No," Nolan rumbled against her mouth.

"No?" She panted for breath, head spinning.

"You should eat something first." He flicked the top of the donut box open.

"I could eat later."

"You'll eat now." He plucked a strawberry donut from the box.

"Bossy."

"Yup." One side of his mouth kicked up. "I bet you spend most of your days telling people what to do. Maybe taking orders is good for you?"

"Maybe you're delusional?"

"I am a guy. I like my delusions." He held the donut to her lips, drawing a line across her mouth with the frosting.

Yvonne had to hand it to him. He was right. She was the woman in charge at work and she chafed at being on the receiving end of orders