Page 65 of Dirty Play

“My lunch break ends in fifteen minutes.” I square my shoulders, trying to steady myself.

His lips curve into that maddening, cocky grin as he turns the lock behind him. A softclickechoes through the room.

“So, what you’re telling me is I have fifteen minutes to do whatever I want with you,” he says, stepping toward me.

My breath catches. My entire body reacts.

“You have fifteen seconds to unlock that door and get out,” I manage, but I’m self-aware enough to know that my whole being hopes he doesn’t take me up on it.

“And then what?” he asks and prowls closer. “You’ll stay here all day, legs squeezed together, soaking wet for me?”

Lord, give me strength.

My thighs clench instinctively, and his eyes darken at the movement.

“If it means you have to walk around with a hard-on all day,” I throw back, tilting my head in a challenge, yet my heart keeps pounding against my ribcage.

We’ve been dancing to this song since the day we met at the café. Both of us challenge each other until everything inevitably snaps.

“You wanna torture me, hm?” His voice drops lower in a wicked rasp. “Even if it means torturing yourself,” he adds, stalking around my desk.

“I can always use my hand,” I quip, knowing he’ll take the bait.

And he does.

“Why, when I’ve got something better for you to use?”

And when he reaches for me, I don’t stop him.

His fingers brush against my knee, sending jolts of electricity racing through my veins. I want to lean into him, to let him take control again, but a part of me fights to hold back, to push him until his control snaps.

He steps closer, his hand sliding up my thigh, teasing the hem of the skirt I’ve changed into. I feel my breath quicken, my heart pounding as he leans down, his mouth hovering inches from mine.

“Thirteen minutes, Livia,” he says; it’s a promise laced with danger.

I can’t look away from him, his intense gaze drawing me in. His fingers graze my skin, sending a rush of heat through me. His hand presses firmly against my thigh, prying my legs apart, and my body welcomes him without a single protest.

His other hand wraps around my jaw, firm but not squeezing, as he dips lower, pressing his lips to mine. The heat of his body envelops me, and I let out a shaky whimper as his lips finally claim mine, demanding and possessive. My head spins as he parts my lips with his tongue, his hand dragging up my thigh until he reaches my panties. I let out a whimper, my hand wrapping around his thick forearm. All I feel is cords of muscle dancing under my palm as his hand moves under my ass, hauling me to my feet.

I gasp into his mouth, hands flying to his hard chest to keep my balance.

“I wanted to stay,” he whispers against my lips, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes. “It took everything in me to leave.”

And with that, he swiftly lifts me and positions me on my desk, him resting between my legs. I feel the cool surface against my ass with my skirt hitched up around my waist, barely covering my panties. I look up at him, seeing the dark desire in his gaze.

“You look beautiful when you sleep.” Rowan leans in closer, his breath hot against my skin. “Laying on my chest,” he murmurs, brushing his thumb over my bottom lip. “The last thing I wanted was to get out of that damn bed and drag my ass to practice.”

There’s not an ounce of hesitation in his eyes when he says it. And even though I want to be right—I’ve always been right about people—I know when to admit defeat and say I’m wrong. And I’ve been so wrong about Rowan DiMarco.

But before I can answer, he’s lifting my skirt, exposing the lace of my underwear. My cheeks heat as he drags his fingers along the edge of my panties, teasing me, igniting every nerve ending in my body.

“You drive me crazy, Livia,” he says, his voice dropping into a dark, velvety rasp. "and you're lying to yourself if you tell me you don't want me too."

"Rowan… "I arch my back, desperate for more of his touch.

He grins a wicked, predatory smile that makes my pulse race even more.

“You want me to touch you?” He pushes my panties aside, the cool air hitting my slick skin. And then his fingers finally brush against my pussy, spreading it open.

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