Page 124 of Keep Your Friends Close and Your… Work Enemy Closer?

And yes, it was her sheer beauty. But it was more than that.

It was the connection between us that couldn't be denied, this heart-to-heart, soul-to-soul pull, magnetic and powerful.

"Do you feel that?" I asked, my voice coming out all gravelly.

She nodded, her eyes watery, and rushed forward, jumping up and leaping into my arms.

Shock. That was one word to describe this moment.

I easily caught her, and then her mouth descended on mine, shocking me even more, kissing me like her life depended on it, all raw passion and urgency, stunning me with her reaction.

I'd barely spoken to her, hadn't even had a chance to give my little speech that I'd spent weeks preparing and rehearsing. But none of that mattered. Because she was in my armsright now, this woman I'd spent hours dreaming about, days longing for, weeks aching with need.

Kissing her back, I was drunk on her, the sweet taste of her, the needy little sounds she made. Her arms wound around my neck, her legs clinging to either side of my hips as my hands supported her, my fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs.

This was heaven.

She rubbed her body up against me at the same time deepening our kiss, touching her tongue to mine, drawing a groan from me, a groan of pure animalistic desires. God, I wanted her. I wanted to possess her... body, heart, and soul.

Her soft breasts pushed into my hard chest, and her sweet fucking pussy began grinding against me in all the right places. Desperate need spiraled through me like a tornado, my cock stiffening at record speed.

She pulled away and jumped down, the loss of her touch something tangible. What was this woman doing to me?

But the next second, a sly smile took over her face and she grabbed my hand, heading for the balcony doors. The last thing on earth I wanted to do was sport this stiffie in a ballroom full of people, making meaningless chitchat when all I could think about washer.

"Babe. No. I can't," I said.

Looking down, she immediately understood my problem. "Just come with me."

Amazingly strong for someone so snack-sized, she did her best to pull me along, and eventually I relented, following her inside. Blocking me and my gigantic erection, she led me along the back wall, hopefully well out of view of everyone, and she rushed me out the main door into a dimly lit corridor.

We walked along it for a bit, Annalise opening a door like she knew this place.

"Where are we going?" I ventured to ask.

"Right in here if I remember correctly."

She pushed open another door to reveal a dark conference room, slammed the door shut behind us, and then shoved me against a wall. Or tried to anyway.

"I can't make it home," she said. "I need younow."

Whoa. My dick did a little dance of joy. Were we about to— "Wait. In here? Are you sure? How did you even know about this room?"

"I had a meeting in here once. A really boring meeting." Her lips met my neck.

"Hmm? What?" I asked, not remembering what the hell we were even talking about.

"A meeting," she grumbled, nipping me then following it with a kiss.

Holy shit. This woman. Had my plan actually worked? Or was this a one-time thing and then we'd be back to square one?

I wanted to stop her,shouldstop her, the need to know greater than the need for her body. But then, she reached for my belt, and all rational thoughts fled my brain, my dick in charge now. If Annalise wanted me, then she could fucking have me. To hell with the consequences. I'd deal with that later.

Taking charge, I lifted her, crushing her to me, then carried her to the conference room table, which was tall, good thing because I planned on fucking her right here. Her legs went around me, the slit I'd admired in her dress a practical addition, the long skirt flowing down.

She made a stunning image, her chest heaving, her lips bruised with our kisses, her eyes looking straight into my soul with want and need.

I brushed my knuckles against her cheek, memorizing this moment to look back on forever. "You're beautiful."

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