Uninvited Guest (Cont)

I didn’t move.

Neither did he.

Leandro stood between my legs, hands on my hips like he was holding something delicate. I could still feel his breath on my lips, feel the warmth he left on my skin. Every nerve in my body was wide awake, stretched thin with tension that refused to break.

And yet… he didn’t push.

He didn’t rush.

He just looked at me.

I’d never had a man look at me like that. Like he wanted everything, but was still willing to wait. Like the waiting made it better.

“I should probably get back to my desk,” I finally whispered.

“You should,” he agreed, his voice low.

Neither of us moved.

His thumb brushed my waist again, lazily, like he was memorizing it. I swallowed, heart racing.

“If I don’t leave now,” I said, “you’re going to kiss me again.”

His eyes didn’t waver. “Is that a threat or a request?”

My breath hitched. “I honestly don’t know.”

That teasing smirk tugged at his mouth again. “Then you better go.”

I slipped off the desk slowly, my knees barely cooperating, and smoothed down my dress.

He didn’t move until I reached the door. And just as I opened it, he said, “Sofia?”

I turned.

“That wasn’t the last kiss.”

I didn’t say anything.

Didn’t have to.

He already knew I was ruined.

I was barely seated at my desk when the chaos hit.

Shouting. A scream.

BAM!

A loud crash echoed from downstairs.

“What the hell was that?” I asked.

Leandro turned on his heel and grabbed his phone. Voices buzzed on the other end.

“Security,” he said sharply. “What just happened?”

I watched his face tighten as he listened.

“Lock down the elevators,” he said finally. “I’ll be down.”

“What happened?”

He looked at me. “Someone drove a car into the front lobby.”

I blinked. “What?”

“Don’t worry,” he added quickly. “No one’s hurt. It didn’t go far past the glass, but—Jesus.”

He ran a hand through his hair and shook his head.

“You stay here.”

“Leandro—”

“I mean it.”

But of course I didn’t.

Ten minutes later, I was standing just behind him near the staircase, watching as police swarmed the shattered glass entrance and the crowd was being moved back.

The car was still there. Front bumper crushed. Windshield spiderwebbed with cracks.

Apparently, someone—some crazy ex-employee—had lost it. Screaming something about revenge. The driver was taken away in cuffs.

It should’ve felt like chaos.

Instead, it felt like the world had snapped into focus.

Because when we finally made it back to his office, and the doors closed behind us again, it was like the adrenaline of the moment didn’t fade—it shifted.

To us.

To now.

“I thought for a second…” I said softly, standing by the window, arms wrapped around myself. “I thought something worse had happened.”

He came up behind me. “I know.”

I turned. “You ever feel like everything is just… waiting to fall apart?”

He stepped closer. “Yeah. But you’re still standing.”

“So are you.”

I looked up at him again, and this time, I didn’t look away.

I didn’t move when his fingers grazed mine.

I let it happen.

He took my hand.

Lifted it to his mouth.

Pressed a kiss to the inside of my wrist.

Slow.

Barely there.

“Tell me to stop,” he said.

I didn’t.

I couldn’t.

His lips moved up my arm, brushing over my skin like he had all the time in the world.

And maybe he did.

Maybe I did too.

When his mouth finally met mine, it wasn’t rushed.

It wasn’t desperate.

It was deliberate.

Soft.

Intoxicating.

Like he was memorizing the shape of my lips before going any further.

I melted into him, hands gripping his shirt, tugging him closer as the storm outside finally broke—and thunder rolled through the city like it was echoing the thing we’d both been avoiding for far too long.

And in that moment?

I didn’t care what came next.

Because this?

This felt inevitable.

His hands rested lightly on my waist, like he was still asking for permission without saying it out loud. His lips moved over mine slowly—no rush, no pressure—just enough to set my skin on fire.

I kissed him back.

Deeper this time.

Willingly, again.

And when he pulled back slightly, eyes dark, voice low, he said, “You don’t know what you’re doing to me, Sofia.”

“I think I do,” I whispered, breath shaky.

He brought his hand up, fingers brushing along my jaw, then down the curve of my neck. His touch was warm, possessive, gentle in a way that made my chest ache.

Like he wasn’t just touching me—he was feeling me.

Seeing me.

I couldn’t breathe.

Didn’t want to.

“Tell me to stop,” he said again, voice barely above a whisper.

“Don’t,” I said instead. “Don’t stop.”

That’s all it took.

The restraint in him cracked.

His mouth found mine again, harder this time, more urgent. His hand slid around the back of my neck, pulling me into him like he’d waited too long to do this.

And I had waited too long to be touched like that.

Kissed like that.

Wanted like that.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as he backed us up—slowly, steadily—until my hips hit the edge of his desk.

His hands stayed careful, exploring like he needed to memorize every inch. The edge of his thumb traced the line of my collarbone, and his lips followed soon after.

I shivered.

God, I was burning.

The way he held me, kissed me, made me feel like something sacred. Like I wasn’t just another girl in his office—I was the only one who’d ever made him lose control.

His fingers dipped under the hem of my blouse but didn’t rush.

Didn’t push.

He paused, looked up at me, and said in a gravelly tone, “You sure?”

That voice could wreck cities.

“Yes,” I breathed. “Leandro… please.”

He groaned softly and slid my blouse up and over my head, tossing it to the side. His gaze dropped to my chest, and he dragged in a breath like I’d just knocked the wind out of him.

“You’re unreal,” he muttered.

And then he kissed down my throat, slowly, tracing his tongue along my skin like he needed to savor every second.

I leaned back on my elbows, heart racing as he mapped out every inch of me.

He didn’t touch everything.

But he looked like he wanted to.

Like he would eventually.

Just… not yet.

He stood between my legs, leaned in, and brushed his lips over mine again—slower this time, more tender than before.

There was a knock on the office door.

We both froze.

Of course.

I let out a shaky breath and slid off the desk, grabbing my blouse quickly.

Leandro sighed and cursed under his breath. “They have horrible timing.”

I grinned, blushing as I buttoned up. “Maybe that’s the universe reminding us this is a bad idea.”

He stepped closer again, low and rough, “Then I’ll gladly go to war with the universe.”

I laughed.

It was breathless and light and real.

He kissed my forehead, and I knew something had shifted between us.

This wasn’t a game anymore.

This was the start of something real.

Even if it burned us both.