Wynter’s POV
My mind is spinning out of control, I can’t focus on anything at all, other than the fact that Connor Montgomery, my boss, is kissing me, and oh my God, this man knows how to kiss.
My fingers relax without permission, the bottle of water and packet of medication slipping from my grasp and falling to the carpeted floor.
I hesitantly slide my hands up Connor’s chest, winding my arms around his neck as he presses me into the door, his mouth devouring my own.
His fingers are calloused against my skin as he grips my jaw possessively, dominating me, leaving me powerless to do anything but follow his lead.
The single father’s tongue slides out, forcing its way between my lips, demanding I give him entrance which I provide. He swallows my whimper as his tongue slides against my o
