Page 74 of Her Cruel Alpha

Henrik laughed. “You’re so full of it. Or have you forgotten about several times we’ve done it in your lab? Or the time I ate you out like a five-course meal?”

I swallowed suddenly, at a loss for words. I tapped my fingers on the table. “Sounds to me like you are the one who needs attention.”

“Oh, don’t kid yourself, love. I will always need attention, but I wasn’t the one who called today. You called me because you were horny. Admit it.”

“I did not,” I said, my face growing hotter. “And I’m not horny.”

Henrik chuckled. “You are. And as much as I’d love to continue this conversation, I have to go.”

I frowned. “Already?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you when I get home.” The line ended, and I sat staring at my whiteboard. I frowned, suddenly frustrated. If I had just told him, Henrik would have come to me. But I didn’t want to be this person. A person who couldn’t focus at work.

I knew that it was the hormones, but I should be able to fight them. I should be able to focus on work when at work and let my mind wander when I am at home.

I got up and stretched, hoping that it would help, but it didn’t. I still felt frustrated, and the more I moved, the more my body ached.

I cleaned the whiteboard and deep-cleaned my desk when the door to my lab opened. I glanced over my shoulder, and Henrik stood there looking as good as I could remember. My eyes raked over him, taking in every inch of him. He looked good, sporting a pair of jeans and a plain blue shirt. His hair was cut shorter, and he was growing a beard.

I bit into my cheek and held back an internal moan. Henrique smirked. “You know you're staring at me like I’m a snack.”

I swallowed. “Did you just come here to mock me?”

He chuckled, letting the lab door shut behind him as he walked closer. I backed against the lab table as he crowded my way and vision. “Of course not. I came here to take care of you.”

He placed his hands on the table, caging me against the table. My breath hitched at his closeness, and I swallowed. He moved quickly, pressing his lips against mine in a rough kiss. I couldn’t hold back the moan that ripped through my throat. It was an ache I didn’t realize had grown so much. They want to take over everything.

His lips were quickly sliding mine open, and I could taste peppermint.

The kiss ended as fast as it began. He took a step back and I scowled at him as he grabbed my hand. “Wait, why did you pull away?”

“Because we are leaving. You’re not going to get any work done while you're here.”

I waved a hand. “It’s in the middle of the day, Henrik. I can’t just leave.”

Henrik paused as he gave me a look. “Were you actually going to get anything done?”

I chewed on my lower lip, knowing I couldn’t argue. I had hardly gotten anything done to begin with.

“Come on,” Henrik pulled on my arm, pulling me close. He hooked his arm around me and kissed my forehead. “The faster you move and the faster I can fuck you. Don’t you want that toe-curling explosion?”

I swallowed, suddenly eager to leave.

We left and Henrik drove. His hand rested on my knee as he drove, and a smile was plastered on his face. I raised an eyebrow at him. “Why are you smirking like that?”

He glanced at me when he stopped at a red light. “Because I never thought I would be here.”

“What do you mean?”

“Married to you. Married with a child on the way.” His smirk grew. “Married to someone that was so horny she couldn’t work.”

I hit him. “I’m not that horny!”

“Oh really? How wet are you?” he asked, his finger skated higher on my leg. I squeezed my thighs together.

I stammered, and he started to laugh. “My point stands.”

I rubbed my legs together, unable to deny that I was soaking for him. Even if it was hormones, I wanted Henrik. He had a power over me that I didn’t know how to control.

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