Page 110 of Guarded King

Her gaze narrows. “Youwill, will you?”

The corners of my mouth tug up. She wants equal ownership of whatever this is, and I fucking love it. “I’m hopingwewill.”

She worries her bottom lip with her teeth, her eyes shimmering in a way that has my heart pumping harder. “And are you going to ask me if that’s what I want?”

I incline my chin. “Of course.” Then I reach for her and drag her onto my lap.

“Roman!” she gasps.

I bury my hands in her hair the way I’ve been dying to since we returned from France and brush my lips against her jaw. “Tell me, sweetheart. Do you want me?”

Her breaths are coming fast. “I shouldn’t.”

“I know.” I press my mouth to the tender skin at the angle of her jaw. “I shouldn’t want you, either. But here we are.” My tongue flicks out and tastes her. “I’ve fucking missed you. Have you missed me?”

“You’ve seen me almost every day.” Her voice is breathy, her fingers tangling in the hair at my nape.

“I have. And it’s been fucking torture not being able to touch you again. So tell me, Chloe. Did you miss me too?”

“Yes. Every day.”

I reward her for her honesty by tilting her face to mine and taking her mouth in a kiss. When she moans against my lips, I clutch her hips and rock her against me.

But before things get out of hand, Phillip pulls the car to a stop in front of King Plaza.

Chloe’s gaze is hazy as she looks out the window. “Wait. We’re really going back to the office?”

“Yes. Let’s go.”

Without argument, she slides off my lap and quickly rights herself. When she’s done, I open the door and step out, then wait for her to follow me. As much as I’d like to touch her right now, I can’t. Not in full view of our security guards and cameras. So I shove my hands in my pockets to stop myself and lead the way into the lobby.

“Mr. King. Miss Callahan,” the guard greets us. “Another late night?”

“The devil’s work is never done,” I reply.

He chuckles. “Good luck. Hopefully you won’t be here too long.”

Even in the elevator, as we ascend to the top floor, I keep my hands firmly in my pockets, acutely aware of the security cameras.

“What are we doing here?” She turns to face me, arms crossed. “Is there actual work to be done?”

I give her a once-over, moving slow, taking in every inch of her. “Do you want to do actual work?”

She doesn’t reply, just holds my stare. The tension builds between us as the elevator traverses the final few floors. When the doors open, she gives me one last look, then steps out and makes her way toward my office.

I follow behind her, my eyes fixed on the sway of her hips, until she stops in front of the door and peers over her shoulder.

“Unlock it.” My voice comes out rough.

She taps in the code and pushes the solid-wood door open. As soon as I shut it behind me, all bets are off.

There are no cameras in my office.

Gripping her hips, I back her toward my desk. I only stop when her ass is pressed against it.

“Do you know how often I’ve imagined fucking you right here?”

Her irises are thin rings of turquoise around pools of black as she looks up at me. “No.”

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