Chapter 13
Layla’s POV
He was kissing me. He was actually f*****g kissing me!
What the hell was I doing?
The shock of his mouth claiming mine sent a violent jolt straight down to my toes.
His lips were hot, firm, and tasted faintly of dark espresso and pure danger. For a split second, my brain screamed at me to wake up.
This is your mother's fiancé! You are in his office!
With a desperate burst of willpower, I planted my hands against his broad, solid chest and shoved backward, tearing my mouth away from his.
I was panting, my chest heaving, my eyes wide with sheer.
No—Mr. Reyes, please, we can’t— I stammered, my voice shaking so bad it barely came out right as I tried to smooth my skirt back down over my trembling thighs.
My hands were useless, shaking too hard to do anythin
