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“I just don’t think it would do you any harm to admit that you do good work,” she answers.

“I don’t do good work,” I say with a sniff. “I do great work.”

She grins, and I realize I fell straight into her trap.

“Yes, you do.”

Before she can move away, I reach up to grab her, pulling her in for a kiss. She yelps with a giggle as I catch her, and she melts into my kiss like she’s made of butter or honey, something delicious and sweet.

I would have thought I would reach a point with her where the desire would fade or at least lessen. Weeks have gone by now, and it hasn’t. I still ache for her, just the same as I did before. She still makes the fire in my belly burn hot, desperate.

She still makes me hungry.

She wraps her arms around my shoulders and slides onto my lap, moving her hips in such a way that I feel my manhood strain. Even if she isn’t doing it on purpose, I can’t help but react. She must know what she’s doing to me. I groan, deciding she is doing it on purpose. She must notice the look on my face when I look at her, how hungry I am for her touch, for her taste.

I want to sink my fingers into her, my teeth.

“What are you thinking about?” She grins, looking down at me.

“You,” I growl and kiss her hard, running my hands through her hair.

She giggles at my touch and presses her hips down into me again.

“What are you thinking about?” I shoot back.

She leans in close to whisper in my ear. “Just how many health and safety rules we’d be breaking if you bent me over one of your worktables here and now.”

Hearing her say the words is enough to make my mind short-circuit.

“You dirty thing,” I say, my voice low and lusty. “I should punish you for that filthy mouth of yours.”

Licking her lips, she presses herself closer to me. “Maybe you should.”

It’s taking all my strength not to do exactly what she’s suggesting and make sweet, sweet love to her here and now. But much as I want to, she is right. This is no place for intimacy.

I let my hands slide down to her butt and squeeze hard. She takes a sharp breath, leaning in towards me so I can see all the way down her shirt, and I wrap my arms tight around her and lift her into the air. She squeals in surprise, wrapping her legs tightly around me, trusting me not to let her fall.

She gives that trust so easily, without hesitation. If I was in any right state of mind, I might stop to think, to wonder if I really deserve that.

But I’m not in my right state of mind because I’m carrying a beautiful young woman into my house.

A beautiful young woman who seems to want me just as much as I want her.

We’re half undressed before we even make it to the bedroom, nipping at each other’s bodies with our mouths, reaching out with our fingers, our tongues. I want to mark every part of her, taste every single inch.

I want to commit it to memory, to keep it as a little treasure, knowing that she’s all mine. All mine.

I stumble into my room, and she pushes me backwards onto my bed. I land with a huff, and she wastes no time clambering on top of me.

“Carly…” I groan, mesmerized by the way she moves her hips and sinks slowly down to me. She’s wet and wanting, and it’s an effort not to just explode there and then.

But there’s still that thought at the back of my mind that I only have a limited amount of time with her. I want to make the most of it.

If I can only have her for now, I’m going to use every single second.

I’m not going to leave an inch of her skin unkissed. I’m going to commit her to memory so that even when she’s gone, a part of her will be mine forever.

CHAPTER22

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