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“You bastard.” All the spiteful feelings I’d had for him before came sweeping back and I spun on my heel, ready to charge out of the room and his life for good. I’d taken two steps when he snapped his hand around my arm, jerking me back and against this chest with a hard thud.

The wind knocked out of me, I smashed both fists against him, but the immovable object didn’t budge an inch.

“Be very careful, my diamond. Not only are you treading on thin ice, you’re ready to fall in. But don’t worry. I’m right here to save you.”

CHAPTER 20

Kacey

Sebastian fisted my hair, the dominating side of him taking over.

As he crushed his lips against mine, I instinctively fought him, pummeling my fists against his chest, but not only was he too strong, the connection we shared was too great. I squirmed yet faltered, melting into his strong arms as he wrapped one around my waist, his hand cupping my body. Being this close was incredible, yet detrimental.

But I couldn’t seem to get enough.

He thrust his tongue into my mouth, captivating my mind with his roughness and need. I was lightheaded and incapable of thinking. This was so very wrong, but oh-so delicious.

When he allowed me to step back, we were both breathless. I took another stride away from him, pressing my fingers against my lips.

He appeared pleased with himself as he returned to his throne behind his desk. He looked far too damn regal to be a real man. I had no idea what to make of this other than it seemed the man had experienced a breakthrough of sorts. He wanted me to be a part of the team. I tried to think about all the ramifications, but knew the close future would hold turmoil.

Could I survive it?

Hell, yes.

“What do you say, Ms. Taylor? Would you like to be my vice president of operations for the newly formed Winfield Partners? It will mean long hours and dubious pay in the beginning, but I assure you the benefits will be to your liking.”

The man was practically radiating with power.

I thought about the offer and something devilish came over me. After taking a quick look at the door, I dropped to my knees very slowly. I was able to remain in his line of sight and the moment I started crawling toward him, hunger flashed in his eyes.

“My little kitten purrs to life,” he said in his deep tone.

“Roars is more like it.” I continued to crawl toward him, taking my time. What I was about to do was sinful and dirty, but around him I felt completely uninhibited.

Even compelled.

It was not my personality, but around him, I’d shifted into someone I no longer recognized.

There was something seductive about being on my hands and knees, crawling toward the most powerful man I knew. Heswiveled in his chair, now facing me as I rounded the corner of his desk.

“You look beautiful.” He leaned his head against the back of his huge leather chair and spread his legs wide open. It was an invitation to move between them and I didn’t hesitate. Perhaps he thought he was in control at this moment, but he was very wrong. The moment I ran my fingers along the inside of his muscled leg, that was proven.

He tensed, his breathing becoming more labored than before. And his cock was at full attention, straining against his trousers. I licked my lips in anticipation, an action he faced with amusement.

Something special occurred when he smiled, which was rare. It was as if the room was lit up, brighter than the afternoon sun. I brushed the knuckles of my other hand along his other leg, enjoying the way every muscle in his body tensed.

“What you do to me,” he muttered almost absently. A side note. As if I knew exactly what I did and what I was about to do.

So true.

As I rose onto my knees, running my fingers over the outside of his cock, his features changed. They were darker, almost foreboding. I had a feeling he was imagining all the dirty things he wanted to do to me.

I would enjoy every minute of it.

My eyes flitted up to his as I pulled at his belt, being overly dramatic about unfastening it as well as unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers. I was in a wicked mood, sliding further under his desk before pulling his chair to face the door.

He chuckled softly as I freed his throbbing cock. The way he rolled his fingers through my hair immediately ripped at the clasp holding the long strands in a tight bun. He preferred my hair down, enjoyed when it was splayed across his chest like a fan.

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