Page 42 of Magnetic God

He stays close as he lifts my skirt, pulling it up. Cool air kisses my skin right before he rubs my thigh with his hand.

“I’ve dreamed about this,” he says.

“What? Pinning me down in a bathroom?”

His gaze holds mine. “Feeling your soft skin under my touch.”

There’s so much truth in his eyes that I have to look away.

“Don’t worry, Angel. We have plenty of time for you to see that I’m telling the truth. Now that I’ve found you, I’m not letting you go.”

My heart jerks in my chest at the same time that he reaches my thong. He wastes no time pushing it aside, running his finger through my folds.

I exhale loudly.

Fuck.

He lifts his hand, bringing his fingers to his lips. A deep groan works its way up his throat as he sucks my arousal from his digits.

“Fucking as sweet as I remembered.” His gaze meets mine. “Open up, Angel.”

My lips part and he pushes his fingers into my mouth. There’s a hint of my arousal, but what has me moaning is that his fingers are wet with his saliva. I suck on his index finger until his chest rumbles.

“Now that we both know the truth, what are we going to do about it?”

He keeps his fingers in my mouth so I can’t answer and reaches under my skirt with his other hand. I groan as he finds my clit, rubbing it just the way I like. Damn him for remembering. And damn me for wanting more.

“Fuck, Angel. You’re dripping all over my hand. It’s making me so fucking hard.”

He presses his erection against my stomach to prove his point.

There’s a part of me that wants to beg him to fuck me. It’s been so long since I’ve been with someone and I’m so horny. But then I remember three things.

One, I’m seeing Dave. Even though it’s not exclusive, I don’t want to hurt him, especially by cheating. I’ve been on the other end of that, and I don’t like it.

Two, Brooks is engaged! His fiancée is literally down the hall.

Three, he nearly killed me when he broke my heart six years ago. Something I’ll never forget.

Brooks is unaware of my internal struggle and continues to toy with me. I’m so close. So freaking close. But this is wrong. Pushing his hand from between my legs, I sidestep him and pull my skirt into place.

“Go back to your fiancée, Brooks, and never touch me again.”

“Angel—”

I don’t stay to listen to him. Instead, I stroll out of the bathroom and go to my office, closing the door behind me.

The contract sits on my desk, and I stare at it.

Hot tears fill my eyes.

What in the fuck was I thinking?

9

Brooks

God dammit.

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