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If I allowed myself to think for even a moment, I’d have to admit I wanted it all with Aiden. A real relationship. I wanted to savor hundreds of mornings just like this one, our sated bodies entwined.

But I wasn’t going to let these last few moments be ruined by thoughts of what I couldn’t have.

Liar. You’d take any part of him you could have. Anything to hang on to what you’ve just found in his arms.

Monday morning saw me hanging by a thread to my convictions.

We’d agreed before leaving LA to take the weekend to cool off from the heated moments on our trip. Other than a couple of texts assuring me that she was okay, we hadn’t had any contact.

I’d thought of nothing else other than her warm laugh and soft skin under my lips for the past two days.

How had I kept my hands off her all these weeks? I needed to regain my ironclad control. And I needed to do it quickly. Abbie was due in my office in less than five minutes.

I mentally ran through all the reasons this thing with Abbie couldn’t work. I was her boss, and any kind of intimate relationship would be ethically wrong. I was in a position of power, and even if she and I knew that there was nothing untoward happening in the way we got together, it would be awful if others at work were to find out about us.

We’d also signed conduct clauses in our contracts, and even if they were on the generic side, I didn’t imagine us enacting filthy fantasies in my office and every room of my house could be considered proper conduct.

Our age difference was a significant barrier. At twenty-five, she was just beginning her career and finding her place in the world. I was set in my ways while she should be out having fun with her friends on the weekend. How could it work?

Oh yeah? You going to feel good about her letting some other idiot touch and taste her like you did in LA?

Jesus Christ.Those thoughts had me literally seeing red. No, I didn’t want her to go and meet anyone else. I wanted her all to myself.

Of course, Abbie knocked on my door while I was trying to get my Neanderthal brain to calm the fuck down.

“Come in,” I practically growled.

Abbie swiftly made her way into my office, her arms full of reports.

“Close the door,” I ordered. She looked back at me uncertainly. Prior to our trip, the last thing I would have ever done was allow myself to be alone in a closed room with Abbie.

I knew I was acting out of character. But goddamnit, if these next few minutes were the only time I was going to have Abbie to myself all day, then I was going to hoard every one of them away from prying eyes.

“Um. Okay,” she whispered as she shut the door almost silently.

Abbie returned to her spot, standing in front of my desk. I allowed myself to take her in. She was dressed in her typical work outfit of a white-collared shirt and a dark-colored pencil skirt. Today’s skirt was navy, and it clung to every curve of her hips and thighs. Her shirt was unbuttoned just enough to give me a glimpse of her collarbone and the soft skin of her neck.

I realized I could still see some of the tiny marks from my mouth on her pale skin. I had to grip the arms of my chair so as not to stalk over there and ravage her again.

The animal side of me liked that there was still evidence on her skin of what we had done in LA.

My gaze traveled up from her neck to her face, where her cheeks had pinkened during my silent inspection. She stood there, waiting for me to speak, while I ogled her.

Fuck. I was off to a rough start if I intended to keep my hands off her from now on.

“Whenever you’re ready, Abbie. I’m sure we have a lot to go over.”

She also seemed to be lost in a haze of distraction. It took her a moment to compose herself, but her cheeks only continued to deepen in color. She briefly shifted the files into one arm so she could smooth down her skirt over one hip, subtly adjusting her legs so that I could see her knees rub together.

Was she thinking about my mouth on her delicious pussy? God, I could have spent hours making her come over and over until she couldn’t stand it. Every sweep and flick of my tongue against her folds and clit had only stoked my need for her.

Was she wet now, standing in front of me? Would I find her hot and wet for me if I lifted that skirt? I needed to stop these wild thoughts. I was fucking hard under my desk. I dared not move my hand to press against my hard cock. She’d see how little control I had right now.

“Um. Right. Okay, I’ll start with the feedback we got from our client dinner…” Abbie’s voice was a little strained as she muddled through the first of several updates.

Resigning myself to not being able to concentrate on anything other than every salacious thing I wanted to do to her in my bed, I decided to just enjoy having her all to myself in this moment.

I could read the reports for myself later. For now, I’d just torture myself with having her in my arms mere days ago. I was an addict going through withdrawals of her feel and taste.

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