Page 141 of Catfish

She’s not wrong.

“He did—” I bow forward just to smell her sweet perfume of flowers. “—it’s called connections.”

She scoffs. “Figures.” Then gestures with a nod for me to get on with it. “What do you want for this deal?”

"Besides having all my events go off without a hitch, Miss Shelton, nothing at this time." She opens her mouth, but I stop her. "Besides you keeping away from the Hardisons."

One of her brows lift. “That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

“Wow—” she tugs on her ear. “—that was easier than I thought it would be. You need to play harder to get.”

“I do play hard,” I retort. “It’s just for no one to see.”

She nods. “Of course.”

“I’ll make a call and see what I can do to get—you’re going to have to write this kid’s name down. I won’t remember it.”

"I can do that." I open my mouth again, but her hands seize the lapels of my suit jacket, and she pins me to the desk.

Closing the distance, her chest meets mine as her eyes trail up to my face. The moment they do, my heart slows, everything does.

The sensation of confusion hits me because the actions that are playing out before me right now are something I've only imagined in my head.

We’ve been close but not this close.

In my dreams, she's underneath me, and I can hear her breathing, feel her chest constrict with each inhale and exhale. She's writhing underneath me, begging for me while I tease and taste every inch of her perfect skin.

I could get drunk off her—I do now. I’m on a full blown high when she’s around and I’m coming off a binge. I just don’t know how much more of this I can handle.

Her working for me.

Her big-ass mouth.

Her beautiful body.

And everything that is her.

“You should play harder to get,” she repeats before her lips clasp my bottom one and figuratively knocks me on my ass.

This isn’t real.

I must’ve fallen asleep at my desk because Reagan would never kiss me. We might be attracted to each other, but she wouldn't cross that line. She wouldn't jeopardize her business.

When her mouth urges mine wider, I know I've lost it. It follows her loyally and faithfully, letting her tongue slip in between my lips to tease mine. Her fingers that are clutching onto my lapels ground me into place, but my mind is whirling above me, trying to evaluate and make sense of all of this.

My cock stirs in my pants the moment a soft gasp leaves her lips.

And I’m completely gone for this woman.

I’ve never wanted anyone in my life so much, to own her. Someone so strong-willed and independent, it’d be an honor to call her mine.

If she could be.

Our breaths mingle together as she slowly and torturously entangles our tongues, our lips, every single one of my delusions.

I want Reagan Shelton.

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