Page 53 of Restorations

She moves forward, walking near me. “It won’t. You don’t need to worry.”

“You’re damn right.” She stands inches from me, and I hate how I notice her breasts rising and falling in the camisole top she’s wearing. I lean back on my desk, and she moves forward, her thighs touching my knees as she laces her fingers through my hair.

I think it’s to comfort me, but her touch only ignites me, sending me back to my earlier thoughts before Baz got hurt.

“I know it hurt you.”

I lock eyes with her, feeling too vulnerable, but she’s blocking me at the moment. Not that I can’t move her, but I don’t want to. “I’m actually happy, Viv. I didn’t think that was possible. I don’t want to lose him again. And hell . . . I even like being near my family.”

She drags her hand from my hair down over my cheek. “I won’t let that happen.”

Won’t she though? If we start fucking and she falls for me again? I haven’t changed my mind. I can’t be in a relationship. “What makes you so damn sure?”

Her thumb sweeps over my bottom lip, and I groan, wanting to touch her, but I leave my hands at my side, resting on the desk.

She watches me and takes another deep breath, not moving her thumb from my lips. “Because it’s my biggest regret.”

I want to believe her.

“You aren’t doing either of us any favors by lying.”

“I’m not lying.” Her chest presses against me, and our mouths are insanely close to mine as her hands rest on top of mine. “I know you aren’t in love with me, but I know you feel this crazy magnetic attraction.”

“I fucking hate it.”

“Do you?”

I push her body back as I stand up. She looks hurt until I grab her ass, lifting her and placing her on my desk instead, my body creeping over hers as I lean down to look into her eyes. “Yes.”

Her hand wraps around the back of my neck, and her legs part allowing me to settle between them. “But you still want this.”

It’s not a question. My lips slide over hers as my tongue darts out, dragging over them. “You’re gonna kill me.”

She looks concerned now, laying under me. She glances toward the door. “Oh my God, Asher.” One of her hands rests on my chest as she looks back to me. “My body is on fire. Craving your touch.” I swallow as I look into her eyes. “Anyone could walk in.”

I want to touch her so fucking bad as my head rests against hers. “They’re in music for at least another ten minutes.”

She captures my bottom lip with her teeth and nips softly but doesn’t kiss me. “I’m here, begging you to touch me when my kid is?—”

I cut her off quickly, seeing the guilt in her eyes. “Your kid is fine.”

She looks down between our bodies to where we’re still clothed but pressed against each other. “This could get you fired.”

She’s right, and still, I don’t want to move. My lips press against hers as I pull her into a desperate, unapologetic kiss. Her hand moves from my chest to grip my hair tightly between her fingers. She moans softly as I press my hard cock between her legs, knowing she’s already wet for me.

She always is.

“Asher . . .” she gasps, her hand creeping between our bodies as she guides me back.

I’m panting as I look down at her, having lost all control. “What?”

“We can’t do this here.”

She pushes me back further, and I move away from her, pissed-off and frustrated. “But we can do it in the gym at Lola’s?”

“That’s our home right now. This is your place of work.”

She drops her feet to the floor and stands up from my desk, smoothing down her skirt, but I stand close to her. “I was just trying to help your teacher fetish.”

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