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Still bent over Elijah’s desk and panting, I gradually come back to reality. My dress is bunched up around my waist, my panties dangling off one ankle.

What the hell did we do?

I want him. There’s no denying that. But this, in his office? I’ve never done anything so reckless before.

Elijah slides in and out of me again, his seed slowly trickling down my thighs. It’s filthy and depraved, but I don’t care.

He nuzzles my neck, pressing a soft kiss below my ear. “I can’t get enough of you.”

My body still tingles from the intensity of it. I’ve never had a man who could play me so skillfully, bringing me to the heights of ecstasy again and again. Elijah possesses the ability to touch me in a way that unravels me completely.

“I’ve never felt this way before.”

“Nor I.” He cups me between my legs, slick fingers teasing the swollen flesh. I gasp, arching into his touch.

“You make me crazy. In all the best ways.”

I guess there’s a first time for everything.

Elijah’s hands glide up and down my back in a gentle caress as I try to catch my breath. I glance over my shoulder at him. Those fathomless gray eyes say it all. I’m his, and he is mine.

His hands grip my hair to angle my mouth to his.

The kiss is soft and tender. Elijah’s grasp tightens as his tongue slips between my lips, and he fills me up again.

I never knew I could crave someone so much. Until now.

Stepping out of Elijah’s office, my limbs still tremble from the sex we had. It’s scary how he knows exactly what I need. I adjust my disheveled clothing. There’s no need for anyone to find out about what happened.

But as I glance around the waiting area, Esther’s gaze pierces through me like an icy dagger. She sits a few feet away from me, her lips twisted into a sneer.

Chapter 18

The room tilts. Acid burning up my throat. Gotta keep it together.

Of course, she’d be here. Elijah’s ‘fiancé’.

“Hello, Gemma.” Esther stands up. “Fancy seeing you here.” Sarcasm drips from each word, her manicured fingers tipping against the receptionist’s desk.

“Esther.”

Elijah isn’t mine and never will be as long as he’s engaged to her.

“Esther.” His voice comes from behind me.

I didn’t even hear the door.

He straightens, squaring his shoulders. “I wasn’t expecting you. What are you doing here?”

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” Esther scrutinizes me.

“I had a meeting with Elijah,” I say.

“How convenient. I’m sure my fiancé was very hands-on in that meeting.” Esther’s perfectly lined eyes narrow into slits.

I bite the inside of my cheek, my body still tingling from his touch.

Elijah steps forward, angling himself between Esther and me. “It’s none of your concern.”

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