Page 74 of The Revenge Agenda

He pulls himself upright, swaying a little under the effort. “But?—”

“I said no.”

A frown mars his smooth forehead, impressions from the keyboard decorating his cheek. “Not the boss o’ me.”

“Actually, I am.” I smile as I grip him under the arm and tug him up beside me. His weight leans into my side, so I loop my arm around his waist and keep him upright. “You good?”

Rush tilts his face up toward me, squinting against the light. “What are you doing here?”

“Saving you.”

“Why?”

“Because we all need to be saved sometimes.”

His pink tongue darts across his lips. “You’re really sweet.”

“Uh-huh. Tell me that Monday when you’re piled under your workload and I’m on your ass that it isn’t done.”

He pouts. “I can do it now.”

“Try it and I’ll call security.”

“I’m going to hate you on Monday.”

“Thanks for the heads-up.”

We make our way out, Rush’s arm around my back, but he’s not leaning against me anymore.

“You know, I think you can probably walk on your own now.”

“Can but won’t.”

I hate how much I like that answer. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were trying to feel me up.”

“Smell you, actually. Big difference.”

“Agreed. I’d much rather feel you up right now than smell you. When was the last time you showered?”

Rush cringes and tries to pull away, but I wrap both arms around him and yank him back against me. “Stop, I stink.”

“You do.” Feeling bold, I burrow my nose in his hair. “I don’t fucking care.”

Rush whines. “That’s not fair.”

“What’s not fair?”

“Your super-sexy, growly tone.”

That’s news to me. “I have one of those?”

“You do with me.” He spins in my arms so we’re chest to chest. “And it always makes my dick hard.”

Rush with a hard dick is a fucking dangerous combination.

“No.”

“No, what?”

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