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“I really should be going. You must be incredibly busy.” I move toward the office door but pause with my hand on the knob. Curiosity gets the better of me. “Tell me... does that line usually work for you?”

Elijah stands and walks toward me. He reaches around me to lock the door, his body close to mine. “You tell me.”

“Maybe there is one more thing.” I turn our faces inches apart and lick my lips.

His gaze drops to my mouth. “And what would that be?”

You.

My hands grasp his shirt, pulling him down to seal my lips to his.

The kiss is hungry and desperate. Elijah groans, fisting a hand in my hair to hold me in place as he salvages my mouth with the same hunger and desperation.

I moan, surrendering to the kiss and winding my arms around his neck. Every point of contact between us burns, desire raging inside me like an inferno.

When we break apart, Elijah rests his forehead against mine. “I could do this all day long.”

“What’s stopping you?”

A deep growl rumbles in his chest as he kisses me again, hard and demanding. His hands drop to grip my ass, pulling me flush against him, and I gasp at his erection pressing into my lower belly.

I pull away, my breathing ragged. “We can’t do this.”

His eyes darken, and he leans in, his lips brushing my ear. “Why not?”

“We’re in your office.”

“And why should I care? This is my building. This is my office, and I want my little gem. Now.”

Elijah lifts me up, carrying me across the room as if I weigh nothing. He sets me down atop the smooth mahogany surface of his desk and sends papers and pens to the floor behind my back.

We’re really doing this. In his office.

I unbutton his shirt, neither of us willing to break apart long enough to stop and fully remove our clothes.

“So beautiful.” He nips at my pulse point. “So perfect.”

I tilt my head to give him better access.

Elijah’s hands skim up my thighs, inching under my dress, while crashing his lips to mine once more. He tugs me to the edge of the desk, grinding against me. I’m going crazy, and we haven’t even started.

Breaking the kiss, his lips trail from my neck to the swell of my breasts, nipping and sucking. A gasp escapes me as he tugs the neckline of my dress down.

“Fuck.” His fingers trace along the fringes of my bralette.

The look on his face is worshipful, like he can’t quite believe that I’m here, in front of him like this. And I can’t either.

My head tips back as Elijah cups my breast with his hand, kneading it while his thumb teases the peak of my nipple through the thin fabric. His other hand moves around to unclasp my bra, letting it fall off before his lips close around my hardened nipples, licking and teasing.

“Will you scream my name?”

A needy whine slips out of me, desire and frustration warring within me. To give in, beg, and plead until he gives me what we both desperately crave.

“What are you doing to me?”

“Only what you’re doing to me.” His fingers around the waistband of my panties, slowly pulling them down my legs.

At the sight of me, his eyes darken further, pupils blown wide with lust as he prowls closer to stand between my thighs, running his finger through the dampness between my legs.

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