He's the Boss (Dance with Me #1): Boss-Employee Romance

Chapter 12: Tonight Is Just A Tease

Brooke

"Kane asked for my help in corrupting you."

When Linc whispered those words in my ear a moment ago, it took my breath away, turned my knees to jelly, and caused every nerve ending in my body to fire off sparks of awareness. Now, with the hot hard length of him pressing against me, I yearn to drag my dress up my thighs and have him take me right here on the dance floor. I've wondered before whether I affect my boss the way he affects me. Tonight, here on the dance floor, there's no denying the fact. My panties are soaked, the ache between my legs stronger than my racing heart.

Has he forgotten his staff are here? Worse, that we're dancing with his friend—the bar manager at his club?

Kane's eyes are alight with mirth and he grins down at me as he runs his hands up my sides, raising my arms to gather my wrists above my head before turning me around to face Linc.

My boss's green eyes blaze as he takes my wrists from Kane. My stomach drops as his eyes lock with mine.

"Are you going to let us corrupt you, Brooke?" Linc asks seductively, running his fingertips slowly down my forearms, then cupping my elbows, his thumbs stroking up the inside of my arms, making me shiver, before smoothing his palms over my biceps.

His sensual assault leaves me breathless, dizzy, and covered in goose bumps.

"Kane wants to show you how we used to do it."

Linc's voice is gravelly, the way it gets sometimes when we're dancing. Need claws through my belly so swiftly that I need help staying upright. I've fantasised about performing a Tease-like number with my boss, but he's turning me on, making my knees go weak.

Damn it, tonight was supposed to be a reprieve from my attraction to Linc. It was supposed to be my chance to dance with guys that don't leave me burning up with need. I agreed with Kane that Linc needed a night out as much as the rest of us, but when he walked into Seven looking so sexy it hurt to look at him in a pair of black jeans, a black T-shirt under a white button down, and a black cap pulled low over his head, making his green eyes even more striking than usual, I cursed Kane for inviting him and resolved to keep my distance.

I was doing a decent job of avoiding Linc, but now I'm in his arms, and I've already surpassed the level of arousal I'm usually at during our one-on-one dance lessons. I shouldn't allow this dance to continue in front of everyone as I risk revealing just how much this man turns me on, but I'm so tired of watching women throwing themselves at him, grinding on him and touching him. I've always wanted to dance with him like the girls from Tease do. And I can't seem to make myself step away.

Kane's hands hover above my waist as Linc continues to slide his hands over me oh-so-slowly, ghosting over the sides of my breasts. As I imagine him in bed with me, rocking his hips against mine, pressing between my legs and filling me, my whole body tightens in anticipation until I feel as if I'm busting out of my skin with need.

Just when I think I can't take any more of the sensual torture, Linc spins me around so I'm facing Kane again, looping one of my arms around the back of his neck and having me lean against him. In response, Kane takes a step back from us and begins making extravagantly sexual movements in front of me, pumping up the crowd gathering around us with every thrust of his hips.

I want to enjoy the show Kane is putting on, and to play my part in the performance—a woman caught in the middle of two scorching hot dancers. People are clapping and whistling at Kane, but all I can focus on is Linc running his hands over my hips, my stomach, my rib cage, mapping my body in a way he never has during our dance sessions, making my body strain for something it can't have.