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“Now you’re just going to extra efforts to be an ass,” she says, her voice right behind me.

I rotate to find her close, so damn close that I could pull her right back to me and inhale that floral scent of hers perpetually scenting the air around her.

“Why, Reid?” she presses. “Because you think I see you a little too clearly? Because you think I saw something about you last night that you don’t want me to know?”

“You see nothing I don’t let you see.”

“Liar,” she accuses, the word a taunt on her tongue.

Worse, she’s right, and I’m pissed all over again, more pissed than I’ve ever been, and it’s all aimed at this woman. My hand snakes out and I catch her hip, dragging her to me, my fingers tangling into her hair.

“What are you doing, Reid?”

“What you wanted when you dared to charge over here and get in my face.”

“I don’t want—”

“Liar,” I say, and I don’t wait for her denial that will be another lie. “You know what I want?”

“To fuck me so you can try to control me? It won’t work.”

“I was thinking I’d like to shut you up for once and I know exactly how.” My mouth closes down on hers.

Chapter fourteen

Reid

Iwant this woman.

I want her in a bad way, and my tongue licks hungrily into her mouth even as I tighten my grip on her hair. Her hand is warm on my chest, but her elbow is stiff, her entire body is stiff, and I don’t accept this from her. I want her submission. I want her to admit she wants like I want, so I deepen the kiss, my hand settling between her shoulder blades, molding her close.

She moans into my mouth, a sexy, aroused sound, but she still fights me. She still shoves weakly at my chest, and her eyes meet mine. “This is just—”

“Hate sex,” I supply. “Works for me.” My mouth slants over hers again, and this time, she doesn’t hold back. She kisses me like she did in that hotel room, her hands sliding under my jacket, over my shirt, and I am hot and hard and ready to be inside her.

I reach up and skim her jacket off her shoulders, my mouth barely leaving hers. I cannot get enough of how she tastes, I damn sure can’t get enough of how she feels, and my hands are all over her, caressing her breasts, my finger ripping away a button of her silk blouse.

“You owe me a button and alterations,” she hisses, tugging at the buttons of my vest. “And I hate this thing.”

I walk her backward and press her against the desk. “And I hate these damn buttons,” I say, yanking two more off.

“Reid!”

I snap the front clasp of her bra free.

Her hands go to my arms and I pant out, “I’ll buy you another.”

“What are we doing, Reid? We work together. You’re my—”

“Boss,” I supply, cupping her backside and molding her closer. “Yes. I am. Start remembering it.”

“I remember, and hate that fact, quite well.”

“Like you hate me?” I challenge.

“Right now?” she says. “Yes.”

I tangle my fingers in her hair again, dragging her mouth to mine, “Exactly why we need to fuck,” I say, cupping her breast and pinching her nipple. “So we can both stop thinking about how much we want to be naked together.” I kiss her again, swallowing another of her soft, sexy moans while yanking her skirt up her hips, over the lace of her black thigh-highs to her hips.

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