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She pulled away and his hand fell. The blues of her eyes flashed with intensity. Wetness coated her full bottom lip from his kiss. “Okay. And then you need to get away from here. At least for the evening.”

Blood pumped through his veins, making his cock throb. “Done.”

She pressed her body to his chest, securing her lips to his. Her silky tongue flicked over his and his eyes threatened to roll back. All the wind left his lungs as he crushed her against him. He trailed his hand down her back to the cozy apex between her legs, moved aside her thong, and touched her folds.

“Mmm,” she mumbled between kisses.

He pressed two fingers inside her, and the cushion of her ass cheeks brushed his wrist, driving him insane. A few minutes in a fucking closet wouldn’t stifle the beast inside him, but it’d have to do.

She bit his bottom lip and the leaden taste of blood hit his tongue. He gripped her butt with his free hand, weighing its excellence in his palm. He inched her backward and she bumped against the wall.

She pulled away. A few long tendrils of her dark hair clung to her neck and shoulders. The strap on her dress slipped over her arm and her throat moved on a swallow. Without a word, she hiked up her dress and turned to face the wall.

“Like this,” she said softly yet boldly, offering him a view of her luscious ass.

Jesus Christ.

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She’d officially lost her mind.

Completely and utterly gone.

But that’s what happened when she was in close proximity to Dallas Holmes. There was no sense of reason, not a single cell in her body smart enough to heed her warning.

Her usually logical mind just shut off when all that hunk of man came at her. She held her dress up at her hips, her legs shaking. She propped her other forearm against the wall.

A barely audible curse escaped his lips and embarrassment touched her cheeks. His large palm closed over her hip, holding the material of her dress in place so she could lower her hand. His fingers tugged the strip of fabric away from her wet delicates and a beat later, the thick head of his dick pressed against her entry.

Her breath hissed through her teeth as he eased into her.

She didn’t have long. In a few minutes, Charlene would know she was MIA.

Forcing all thoughts of her obligations from her mind, she pushed back against Dallas. He let out a growl of ecstasy and moved in a steady rhythm.

Pleasure built inside her walls as he filled her. Her body responded to him with the flick of a switch. His fingertips sank into the flesh of her hip as he drove in and out of her.

Her breath came in sharp gasps. Every thrust connected with her clit, taking her higher each time. Heat swirled in her abdomen as a tingling sensation overtook her core, wetting her folds even more.

“Ah, holy fuck,” he hissed. His deep voice made a shiver race up her spine.

Screwing the deadliest man she knew was one thing. Screwing him in the closet when her target was in a meeting above her was a whole other story.

Dallas’s fingers slid to her front. Her muscles clenched as he touched her clitoris and flicked his hand in a side-to-side motion. Her knees trembled and her muscles weakened.

She bucked her hips back and he drove into her deeper. She lowered her head to her forearm as wave after wave of pleasure rushed through her.

She closed her eyes and her brain flickered as her orgasm swept her away. She pressed her mouth to her arm to stifle the cries that thundered from her throat.

Dallas let loose a primitive groan as he rocked into her. A low grunt followed, and his warm release surged inside her.

“Holy hell,” he breathed.

His hand slid away from her panties and his arm moved to her waist, anchoring her so she didn’t crumple to the floor. She pressed her back to his chest. Her lungs were ravaged, and the thick air in the closet was akin to pudding.

Dallas’s heart pounded against her ribcage. His hand splayed over her midsection. “You okay?” he asked, his question rough and throaty.

She nodded. No way she could gather words just yet.

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