Page 54 of His Off-Limits Christmas Gift

“Sorry,” I said before Nate could open his mouth. “I’m not available, Eric.”

I bit my lip to hide a wide smile at Nate sneaking his hand further up my skirt, making me wish I weren’t available—ever—because I was his.

“Damn. That’s too bad,” Eric said.

I shrugged. Too bad for him, perhaps. I was looking forward to supporting Nate at this party.

“Better luck next time, I guess,” Eric said with a wink before he walked out of the office.

The second the door swung closed, Nate stood quickly. He maneuvered me so I stood in front of him, then he picked me up and set on me on the edge of the desk.

“Will he have better luck next time?” Nate demanded. He kissed me hard and slid his hand under my skirt again, rubbing with more force where I was still wet for him.

I will never get tired of this thrill.

I smiled against his mouth, tugging his tie, another Christmas colored one, so I could slip my tongue between his lips for the kind of kiss I was in the mood for.

“What next time?” I teased.

I want you, every time.

He growled and chuckled at once, kissing me until someone knocked on his door.

“Yoo-hoo,” Julie sang out. “Anyone in there?”

I laughed as I slid off his desk. Foiled again.

“We’ll pick up right where we’re leaving off,” Nate said.

I nodded. “I’ll hold you to that.”

He growled, kissing me again. “This sneaking around can be fun, but dammit, I want you, sweet girl.”

“I know exactly how you feel.” Another kiss.

“As soon as the day is done, I’m taking you home,” he promised with a whisper before he released me.

20

NATE

All day, I struggled with denying myself from having Rachel. She was so close, so willing to sneak away with me. But it wasn’t enough.

We lingered in our respective offices until most of the staff left. Still, I was sick of waiting.

Nate:Come find my car in the parking garage.

She texted back a thumbs-up.

I sat in the driver’s seat, idling my car for what felt like an eternity near the doors she’d walk through. Finally, at last, she strode through the double glass doors and beelined for my car.

“There you are.” I let a smile cover my face, not bothering to hide my reaction to this short blonde directing herself to me.

As soon as she got into the car, I sighed, feeling whole again. No more hiding. No more faking that I wasn’t mentally stripping her or replaying the memory of her crying out when she came. Those sexy noises were almost better than getting the reward of her laughter.

“Finally,” I said. “I’ve been thinking about getting you alone?—”

I was silenced by her mouth. She lunged over the center console of the car, kissing me hard.

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