Excerpt: Getting Dirty With The CEO by Mia Sosa


“Thanks for a lovely time. I should head in.”
“Sure. Let me walk you to your door.”
She’d opened the car door and had one foot on the sidewalk before he’d unlatched his seat belt.
She mumbled good night, practically sprinting to her building and then dashing up the steps, keys in hand.
“Mimi, wait,” he said behind her.
She fumbled with her keys as she tried to get inside. “Dammit.”
His hand closed over hers. “I’ll help you.”
He fit the key into the lock with ease and swung the building door open for her. “Have a good night.”
“You do the same, Daniel.”
After she closed the door, all her emotions—good, bad, and definitely not indifferent—rushed out in a tangled mess. She stood in the vestibule, rested her head against the wall, and released the breath she’d been holding. It would have been so easy to ask him in. But she’d only regret it later.
She jumped when he knocked on the door. Wide-eyed, she undid the lock and peeked out. “What is it?”
He stood outside the doorway, a tight expression making his cheekbones more prominent. “I saw you standing there. Are you thinking about it?”
Without much thought, she took a step back, letting him in. “It?”
He crossed the threshold and crowded her with his body. “Us.”
“Yes. I was thinking about all the reasons why being with you is a bad idea.”
He snaked his hand around her neck and pulled her flush against him. “How many did you come up with?”
“Quite a few.”
He caressed her jaw with his fingers and then trailed his thumb across her mouth.
She parted her lips—to say what, she suddenly couldn’t recall—and he pressed his own lips against hers, licking his way inside. In a fog, Mimi closed her eyes, her lids weighed down by the intensity of their kiss. “This isn’t a good idea,” she whispered against his mouth. Her hands had missed the memo, however, and grasped the front of his shirt, drawing him closer. She wanted to lose herself in him, but her brain remained her last defense.
“Are you sure?” he asked. His hands remained at her waist.
“No,” she said.

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

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