Page 81 of One Night

My mind is still on Emily when I arrive at the hospital. I've been reading to her for months now and she still struggles with even the simplest words.

"Good afternoon, Amber," Dylan says as I take my seat across from him. "How have you been?" He's so serious I want to laugh, but I don't because we share this room with three full-time workers, who are currently all sitting at their desks. One of them, Mary, an uptight old lady, is always watching us, like we're kids that need babysitting.

"Fine," I say, keeping my eyes on my computer as I take my coat off and hide my purse in the drawer. I caught a glimpse of Dylan when I walked in and he's looking especially hot today. If I look over at him, I may never look away. "How about you? Did you have a good weekend?"

"I did. Spent it with my girlfriend."

"Oh yeah? What's she like?" I type my password in, unlocking the screen.

"She's gorgeous. Most gorgeous girl I've ever seen."

"So you just like her for her looks?" I scroll through the list of attendees for the fundraiser. We're sending reminder emails out today, confirming the details of the event.

"She's also funny," Dylan says. "Intelligent. Talented. She's a kick-ass gymnast. You should see this girl flipping in the air. She could've been in the Olympics. She's also a hard worker, although I keep telling her to work less. With her schedule, I barely have time to see her."

"She shouldn't spend all her time with you. She needs other interests."

"I agree, but there has to be some balance. You know what they say, all work and no play."

"So are you seeing her tonight?"

"I'd like to, but I have a feeling she'll tell me no."

"I bet she'd say yes." I type on the keyboard, but I'm not actually typing anything. I'm just trying to look busy because nosy Mary has her eyes on me.

"I don't know about that." Dylan's also pretending to type, or maybe he's really typing. I can't tell. "She keeps telling me how busy she is."

"Guess you'll never know unless you ask." I glance up at him and our eyes lock. His are dark, heated, and causing a shiver of pleasure to run down my core.

"Donna asked me to get some supplies from downstairs," he says. "Would you mind helping?"

"No, I don't mind." I glance back at Mary and catch her staring. She quickly looks back at her computer.

Dylan and I go out in the hall.

"Where are you going?" I ask as he takes off down the hall.

"To get supplies."

"What? We're really getting supplies?"

"Yeah. What'd you think we were doing?"

"Um, nothing. Never mind."

Last week we snuck downstairs and found a quiet hallway and he kissed me. I thought maybe we were going to do the same thing today, but I guess not.

"It's right here," he says, opening the door of a room that actually does say 'supply closet'. We go inside and I see that it's not filled with office supplies, but cleaning supplies.

He shuts the door and locks it.

"What are you—"

His mouth covers mine as he pulls me against him, his other hand tangling in my hair. It isn't a slow, gentle, hello kiss, but a hot, sexy, I-want-you kiss. And even though I know we shouldn't be doing this, I can't make myself tell him to stop. Because I don't want to stop. This is thrilling, exciting, and so unexpected. He had me convinced we were going to find supplies.

I'm so aroused, I don't even consider stopping his hand as it unbuttons my blouse and pops open the clasp on the front of my bra. He breaks from the kiss and slides his lips down my neck as his hand shoves my bra aside and cups my breast, rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Pleasure ripples through me. I'm addicted, wanting more. His mouth lowers to my breast as his hand goes under my skirt, right where I want it.

I moan out his name, a little too loud, and hear him chuckle.

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