Page 5 of Curvy Girl for the New Year

But I hold back, clenching my jaw with the effort. I won't let my famous control snap, not yet. Not until I understand why she kissed me, why she ran...and how I can ensure she never leaves me again.

“Why?” I croak. “Why did you do it?”

Kaitlyn's eyes flicker away and I see a hint of vulnerability beneath her bold exterior. "I...I don't know what came over me that night," she murmurs. "It was like something out of a fairy tale, and I got swept up in the magic of it all. And we were wearing masks, and for once in my life I felt brave…"

A muscle in my jaw ticks. "And then you disappeared without a word, leaving me with nothing but questions and a desperate need to find you again."

Her gaze meets mine, defiant yet tinged with uncertainty. "I didn't think...I mean, it wasn’t supposed to be…"

She trails off, and my control finally shatters. I yank her into my arms, molding her curves against the hard planes of my body. She gasps, hands flattening against my chest. I can feel the hammer of her heartbeat, the hitch in her breathing.

"Wasn’t supposed to turn my entire fucking world upside down?" I growl, burying my face in her hair and inhaling deeply. God, she smells like sunshine and sin. "You're all I've been able to think about, dream about. That kiss...it branded me, Kaitlyn. Marked me as yours."

She shivers, fingers curling into my shirt. "Adam..."

The sound of my name on her lips is my undoing. I capture her mouth with mine, swallowing her soft cry of surprise. She tastes just as I remember, sweet and addictive. I'm lost in the silk of her skin, the lush give of her body.

Mine.The word pounds through my blood like a primal chant. This woman is fuckingmine, and I'll be damned if I let her slip away again. I'll unravel the mystery of her, learn every secret, cherish every sigh.

The kiss deepens, turning carnal and consuming as I plunder her mouth. I can't get enough of her honeyed taste, her breathy sighs, the way she melts against me. My tongue tangles with hers in a sensual dance, stroking and teasing until we're both panting.

I let my hands roam her lush curves, mapping the dips and valleys I've fantasized about since that fateful night. She arches into my touch, a soft moan escaping her kiss-swollen lips. The sound shoots straight to my cock, making it throb with a desperate ache.

I want her with a visceral hunger that eclipses anything I've ever felt before. To strip away every barrier between us until we're skin to skin, nothing separating us as I claim her body and soul. I want to worship her with my hands and mouth, to bring her to the brink of ecstasy over and over until she's writhing beneath me, begging for release.

I groan into the kiss, my hips rocking against hers as I grow painfully hard. I can feel the telltale dampness in my boxer briefs, my cock leaking with desire. I'm seconds away from hitting the emergency stop button and taking her right here, consequences be damned.

I need to bury myself inside her welcoming heat, to feel her silken walls flutter around my cock as I make her mine in the most primal way possible. I want to hear her cry out my name as I bring her to shattering climax, to watch her come undone in my arms.

But just as I'm about to give in to the all-consuming need, the elevator dings, signaling our arrival. We break apart, chests heaving and eyes glazed with lust. Reality comes crashing back in, reminding us of where we are.

I stare down at Kaitlyn, drinking in the sight of her kiss-ravaged lips and the rapid rise and fall of her breasts. She looks as wrecked as I feel, clinging to me like I'm her only anchor in a storm-tossed sea.

The doors slide open, but neither of us moves. We're frozen in this charged moment, the air between us crackling with barely restrained hunger. I know I should step back, put some much-needed distance between our bodies.

But I can't seem to make myself let her go. Not when every cell in my body is screaming at me to finish what we started, to claim her right here and now, prying eyes be damned.

I struggle to rein in my raging desires, to find some semblance of control. But with Kaitlyn in my arms, her scent filling my lungs and her taste lingering on my tongue, it's a losing battle.

I want her with a ferocity that defies reason. And one way or another, I intend to make her mine. Completely. Irrevocably.

Forever.

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Kaitlyn

His hand isa brand on my back, the heat of his touch searing through the thin fabric of my dress as he guides me into his office. I'm still reeling from the kiss, my head spinning, lips throbbing. Is this really happening?

But there's no time to second guess as he ushers me through the doorway. My breath catches. The sleek, modern space sprawls before me, the city skyline glittering through floor-to-ceiling windows. It's the most luxurious office I've ever seen, a testament to his wealth and power.

I wander further in, drawn to the view, my heels clicking on the marble floor. "It's...amazing," I breathe, momentarily forgetting my predicament as I marvel at the sight.

"It is." His deep voice rumbles behind me, closer than I expected. "But not nearly as captivating as you."

A shiver races down my spine at his words, at the raw desire threading through them. I turn to find his blue eyes blazing intome, tracking my every move like a predator stalking his prey. Darkened with lust and possession.

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