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Rolling my eyes at the betrayal, I put down my purse and bite my lip, eyes scanning the apartment. I haven’t brought a man here—ever.

And it’s just hitting me now that having Chris Sharpe here, in my private space, isn’t a good idea.

“Wow. This is…” He trails off, stepping farther into the apartment. I already know what he’s thinking. Standing in the entryway, I look completely out of place in my dark skirt and white sweater. My heels click authoritatively as I move into the kitchen, ignoring his surprise.

“My roommate is coming back soon, so we should make this quick. I’ll start packing up, just wait there.”

Pushing past my anxiety, I head down the hallway and to my bedroom.

Where the hell is my duffle bag? I used to use it for the gym, but don’t have time to go anymore. I pull open the closet door and hear a footfall behind me.

Turning quickly, my heart seizes at the sight of Chris in the doorway.

His hooded eyes take in the bedroom. It’s all pink floral softness, a sweet vanilla scent lingering in the air, the comforter thick and luscious. Beneath our feet is a dark navy rug embroidered with flowers and birds. Everything is so feminine, so decadent, and so not the kind of woman I’ve presented to the firm.

His eyes find mine. He takes another step into the room, hand ghosting over the comforter as he comes toward me. My mind is whirring, trying to think of how to explain this, even as my heart crumples inside.

He’ll see all this and think I’m weak, frivolous, silly?—

“So this is why you always smell so delicious.”

His murmured words send a thrill through me as he comes ever closer. The duffle bag drops from my hand. Chris reaches me and backs me up against the wall, his hands coming to rest on either side of my waist, close enough that I can feel the warmth of him from inches away.

His gaze drags down my body.

“Show me where you keep your lingerie.”

Chapter 14

Chris

Her chest hitches with a breath, and I know it isn’t just me thinking about sex. Thinking about her body on mine, those curves pressed up against my hard muscles…and other hard things.

“I…”

Autumn’s eyes flit to the door. It’s open, the hallway dimly visible. Somewhere out there, the dog huffs and settles down.

It’s just the two of us.

“My roommate might come back soon.”

Her pink tongue darts out, licks her bottom lip. It’s a half lie; from the start, Autumn hasn’t wanted anyone to know about us. I doubt she’d bring me here with the chance of the roommate walking in on her boss stalking her around the apartment.

Sizing her up. Wondering what she has on under that tight skirt.

“Are you afraid?” I murmur it, ghosting my lips along her jaw line. Those heels put us at an almost even height. I’ve got some ideas involving them. “You don’t want her to see just how wet I make you?”

My knee is pressed between her legs, the heat of her sex burning through the fabric. I feel the quiver that runs over her thighs. With a smirk, I reach down and hike the hem up farther.

“If I touch you now…are you drenched for me?”

My fingers nudge at her inner thigh, teasing. But I don’t touch her yet—no matter how much I want to.

Autumn takes a deep, shuddering breath.

Getting to my knees, I push the hem of the skirt up until her curvy thighs are bare.

There it is—a hint of pink silk, darkened where her slit is already soaked. My heart thunders in my chest, sending blood south in a rush. Taking one leg by her calf, I hook it over my shoulder as she gasps.

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