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My heart pounds against my sternum, sledgehammer hard. I’m overwhelmed. Completely out of my depth. White noise starts in my head and I wonder if I heard him right or if I’m a victim of my acute imagination. My illicit fantasies. “I…”

He takes one prowling step towards me. Then another. His gaze never leaves my face. My hands shake. My skin flushes hot as he towers over me and my feet are locked to the floor. I press my knees against each other because I don’t think my legs will keep me upright if I don’t. He raises his hand to cup my cheek. Slowly, carefully, giving me time to move from his touch.

I don’t.

I can’t.

“Tell me I’m not the only one with this need, this…desire. I see the way you look at me, Adeline. Tell me I’m not going insane. Tell me I’m not seeing things that aren’t there. That I’m making this up in my head because I want you so damn much it hurts. Please. Adeline. Tell me you want me as badly as I want you because I want you with every cell in my body and I’m through with trying to hold myself back. Just one word. Tell me you feel the same way. Let me show you how badly I burn for you. Let me touch you. Let me kiss you. Let me tell the world to fuck off because I want you more than I’ve wanted anything in my whole damn life.”

I can’t draw my eyes off him. My hands curl around his biceps and I drift closer to him, pulled by an invisible string, my whole being attuned to him.

His fingers drift through my hair while his other arm winds around my waist, holding me securely in his arms. He draws me to him, pressing my body against his until we touch knees to chest. He’s warm. Hard. Immovable.

Addictive.

He leans down, his lips brush against mine, and whispers, “This is such a fucking bad idea.”

Chapter 8

Adeline

A soul shaking shiver wracks my stomach. David is kissing me.

Kissing.

Me.

In his office. At work. Kissing me like I’m his latest drug of choice, which is well and good because he’s mine. Sign me up for a shitload of baggies.

Part of me can’t believe this is happening. Another part doesn’t believe I’m letting him. The biggest part of me, the part that used to be all logic and cool reasoning, has fled to Switzerland and is on a mountain somewhere enjoying an unchecked ride down the icy slippery slopes. The rest of me heads there too. All parts of Adeline are on a one-way trip to what-the-hell and don’t worry if she arrives there in pieces because it doesn’t matter. She’s never going to be the same anyway so might as well chop her up good and proper and goddddd his kiss is good.

My body turns to soft-center goo. Caramel and sweet. I melt over him like the best ice-cream sundae on a midsummer’s day and accept his lips, his mouth, his tongue. His hands ghost along my back and around my waist, steel muscles trapping me against him. But I’m not trapped. I’m here one hundred percent willingly. Letting my better judgment be ripped away without a care in the world.

See you later, good sense. It’s been a blast but I’m flying solo from here.

My heart beats against my ribs and I wonder if this is real. If I’m standing in David’s office and he really is kissing me because this is the best fantasy I’ve ever had in my life. This is everything I want but never thought I could have.

He swipes his tongue between my parted lips, and I let mine slide against his. I’d collapse on shaking knees, but he’s already holding me up, hands splayed on my body, pressing me against his chest that is firm. Solid. Unyielding. His arms hold me tight and the spicy scent of his aftershave and his own natural scent embrace me in a cloud of need. His need. My need. It doesn’t matter.

If Andrea was here and busted us kissing, I wouldn’t care. Let her, because in David’s arms I’m not the puppy that needs to be kicked because that shit slides right off. I’m sheltered in his arms, like I’ve always meant to be here.

I moan into his mouth, tilt my head to deepen our kiss, clutch the silk of his warm business shirt and lock my fingers. His fingers plow through my hair, grasping the strands to break our kiss. He pants. My lungs work like over-powered bellows like his. Our breaths mingle. I open the lead weights of my eyes to see his burning into me - skin, skull, soul.

“I shouldn’t be kissing you.” His voice is low and gravelly, causing the place between my legs to ping with interest.

“I shouldn’t be kissing you back.” He’s not the only one in this two-person combo who knows what we’re doing ranks low on rationality, but who said logic had anything to do with attraction.

“You shouldn’t let me,” he says as his electric hands work wonders on my scalp, sliding through my hair, sending good shivers fluttering through my body.

My fingers clench his hot skin through the silk. My eyelids flutter as his fingers move through my hair. “Need to.”

I’ve never felt an urge like this in my life. This all-needy combustion that hijacked my brain and held rationale to ransom.

“I’ve never done anything like this before,” he says and I know he’s telling the truth. He strikes me as a man who has led his life in well-planned steps. Never done anything that reaches out of the norm or that lets society paint him as anything less than normal.

Makes two of us.

I’ve lived my life by the code of invisibility. When something is wrong in your life it’s easy to pretend it isn’t there. Better for the majority of society to overlook those types of defects. Too short. Too fat. Too dark. Too uneducated. Too poor. Too young.

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