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Now, she knows that she means more than that to me. I’ve treated her like more than just my assistant, which is professionally wrong, but she’s a good person. She draws out a part of me that I’m barely even familiar with.

He’s not some moody asshole, though. So, that’s a bonus.

I set my plate down on the counter and take another sip of my beer, my mind racing as quickly as my heart. We’re approaching the line, but it’s starting to fade more and more from view.

I step closer to her, the counter keeping her from moving an inch. “But you like it when I give you special treatment.”

Alyssa’s cheeks redden as she puts her plate to the side, her thumb brushing the corner of her mouth. “I don’t ask for it.”

“But you want it,” I reply, hearing her breath hitch as I move even closer until there are mere inches between our bodies. “Don’t you?”

Alyssa’s eyes lift to mine, her full lips slightly parting in surprise. She didn’t expect me to make this move, and neither did I. I was just going to eat some pizza and then head out to get some sleep.

But we’re all alone. Away from the office.

That’s ridiculously tempting, and I don’t miss the way her eyes sweep over me. The quick rise and fall of her chest. She is just as tempted as I am.

“Yes,” she breathes out.

I brush my fingertips through her hair, my hand settling on her nape as our eyes continue to lock. My other hand cups her chin, tilting it upward. “And fucking is your favorite kind of special treatment.”

Alyssa’s eyes widen, but she nods.

That’s what I thought.

My lips collide with hers in a heated kiss, my hand moving from her nape into her hair.

Alyssa’s responding moan becomes muffled as our kiss deepens and intensifies with each passing second. She grabs my sides, holding tight like she’s afraid I’ll slip away.

I grip her hair, feeling the gentlest wisp of her tongue against mine. She knows that drives me crazy. My other hand slides around to the small of her back, pulling her away from the counter and pushing her flush against me instead.

Alyssa winds her arms around my neck, pressing her chest against mine. She knows that I can feel every curve of her body, whether she’s wearing clothes or not. “I need you.”

Her words make heat burn within me, colliding with the desire pumping through my veins. My erection already strains against the front of my joggers, pressing against her hip. “You have me.”

Those words run deeper and truer than I even realize.

Chapter seventeen

Alyssa

Agasp rings from me as Jensen grabs the back of my thighs and hoists me up. I tighten my arms around his neck, my thighs squeezing his waist. Just feeling how hard his cock already is makes heat bloom low in my stomach.

Given how small my apartment is, it doesn’t take Jensen long at all to find my bed tucked in the back corner of my unit. He drops me down onto my queen-sized mattress, the dove-gray sheets rippling from the impact.

“You look good in clothes like these,” Jensen tells me as he grabs my hips and pulls me closer to the edge of the bed.

“Pajamas?” I ask with a surprised smile.

“Hell yeah,” Jensen replies as he runs his hands up my legs over my leggings. He gives my outer thigh a teasing pat. “These look really good.”

My heartbeat quickens as my face warms up. His compliments never fail to make me blush, and I can tell it spurs him on. “I dig the casual wear on you too. Even if you pull off a suit really well.”

“Less clothes to pull off,” Jensen says before tugging his shirt off.

I exhale sharply. He lookssodamn good. Lean but with firm muscle all over. “You’re too far away from me.”

Jensen grabs my hands as I try to reach for him, stopping me in place and chuckling when I visibly pout. “I’m taking my time with you.”

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