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I sighed. “No. I just don’t want anyone interrupting us.”

A light floral scent with a hint of apples teased my senses, making me want to tuck my face into the curve of her neck and draw in a deep breath. She crossed her arms over her chest, and me being an asshole, took a second to appreciate the way her breasts pushed up and center.

I was going to hell.

“Both of us need this win and must work together for the next few weeks. If every time we see each other is going to be tense and awkward, it won’t work.”

“I know we need to work together,” she replied, resigned. Her loosening posture told me she had let go of her anger for the moment.

“We can’t do it if we’re at each other’s throats. How can I make this better?” We needed to figure out a solution and fast.

She shook her head. “Nothing. I’ll get over it.”

“Wren,” I pleaded.

“It’s fine, Beckett. I just…” A determined light entered her warm brown eyes. “You know what really bothered me the most?”

I stayed silent, letting her get out whatever was on her mind.

“It’s that you think I want to immediately jump into a relationship with you because we kissed. News flash, I don’t. I’d be fired if we dated.”

That information stunned me. “There’s a policy against parents and teachers dating?”

“Yes, and I’m not going to lose my job over whateverthisis.” She threw her hand out and gestured between the two of us.

It irked me that she was so flippant about our attraction. Although why it mattered baffled me. I wasn’t looking for any entanglements with her either. And it’s not like we couldn’t control ourselves around each other. As if wanting to screw with me and mock my thoughts, her perfume tickled my nose, and I leaned in.

“Are you sniffing me?” she asked.

“Shit.” There was no sense denying it. “Yeah.” I stepped closer. Damn it, where was my control? I needed to stop myself.

“What are you doing?” she whisper-hissed.

Chapter Twelve

WREN

As he drew closer, my breath caught. He stood in front of me with barely any space between us. This was wrong on so many levels, yet neither of us moved except toward each other. The heat of his body curled around me, making me feel a strange mix of safety and desire.

“Tell me to stop,” he growled. “I’ll walk away.”

I raised my hand to his chest, intending to push him, but when my palm made contact, I curled my fingers and gripped his shirt in my fist. My heart beat faster, and beneath my hand, I felt an answering flutter from his, like our hearts were beating in sync.

We were like two magnets being drawn inexplicably together, and I couldn’t stop staring at his mouth. His full, beautiful lips destroyed me two nights ago. The lips I’d dreamed of kissing their way down my body until I had my legs wrapped around his head, and he was doing sinfully, dirty things to me.

My need for him was like a train barreling down the tracks, and I couldn’t get out of its way. I’d only read about this in romance novels and had scoffed at the idea of someone instantly scrambling your senses. Of the mind-melting desire for ecstasy only their touch could provide.

“I can’t.” I yanked on his shirt, pulling him off balance. Our lips met in a frenzy of pent up longing, biting and nipping at each other. When I dragged my teeth over his bottom lip, it only seemed to inflame him more.

His hands gripped my ass and lifted me onto the counter. We were now at the perfect height for his body to slip in between my knees, giving me the contact I craved. My skirt bunched up to accommodate him, and I cheered at my clothing choice today. Our hips ground together. The steel rod in his pants rubbed against my core, tapping my clit with each swipe. I shuddered and wrapped my legs around his waist.

“Fuck,” he groaned into my mouth. His teeth lightly ran down my neck. “I want you.”

I pumped my hips, seeking relief. “I want you too. I shouldn’t, but I do.” It didn’t matter if we were in the bathroom or that anyone could come by at any second. I just didn’t care.

He pulled away, and before I could complain, his fingers ran along the edge of my panties where my core met my inner thigh. He teased and tormented me with each light swipe but didn’t sheath his fingers in my drenched entrance. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I shifted restlessly, pushing my pussy deeper into his hand. The hand that was maddeningly way too still.

“Tell me what you want,” he commanded, the hint of a smirk on his lips.

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