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This kiss is more manic than it has been. Something about it feels so demanding, yet desperate at the same time. I don’t even think I need more than this—I just need this kiss to keep going.
Dex pulls my hips to the edge of the desk, then grinds his hard length against me. Yep, our clothes can stay on if they have to. I have no doubt in my mind that Dex can make me come from a serious dry hump and make out sesh.
My hands slide under his shirt, feeling every muscle from his incredible abs to his chest. My fingers glide over his nipples, and I can feel the shiver radiate through him. Dex moans deep against my mouth. “You’re going to be the death of me, baby.”
He yanks my body impossibly closer, grinding against me harder. Our kiss loses the small shred of rhythm we had. It’s messy, yet so hot. I start to roll my hips with Dex’s thrusts. It doesn’t matter that our pants separate us. I’m seconds away, and I know Dex is too.
My hands slide around to his chest again as Dex grabs a fistful of my hair.
“Oh, shit,” a woman's voice cuts through the moment, and our bodies go rigid.
Wait, I know that voice.
Chapter 34
Lucie
Dex pulls back from our kiss to turn his head, but doesn’t step away. “We’re a little busy?—”
I lean around him and, much to my horror, see my sister standing at his door. “Reagan? What are you doing here?”
Dex whips his head to me as he processes that he just tried to tell my sister to leave because he wanted to finish our dry hump session. “Reagan…like?”
“Like, her sister,” Reagan finishes for him.
Dex gives me a small look as he lifts me off his desk to stand me back up. “Not the first impression I wanted to make,” he whispers in my ear.
When I let out a small giggle, Dex kisses my temple as if he just can’t help himself any time I laugh. It’s really sweet actually.
Reagan cuts through our moment again. “Well, I just thought I’d come grab that plant you sent me a picture of earlier this week. I want to get out of here before traffic gets bad.”
She’s here for the plant…She's here for the plant?!
She hasn’t talked to me all week, and yet she somehow manages to find me mid-makeout with Dex—because she wants his dying plant?
My spine snaps up—I’m finding my backbone today apparently. “Well, maybe answering my text would have been a better way to go about that, Rea. What were you going to do? Just take it out of his office without saying anything?”
“Maybe.” Reagan shrugs. “It would have been nice if you brought it to me instead.”
She has got to be joking right now. “You never even responded to my text about it! Why would I bring it to you?”
Reagan flinches back at my tone. “What’s your problem? You’re the one who’s made time to see Jensen this week and not me.”
“Yeah, Jensen actually answers my texts.”
The room goes deadly silent, and the sister tension is so very thick.
Dex clears his throat as he places his hand on the small of my back. “Why don’t I give you two a minute?”
I give him a small nod and whisper, “Thank you.”
“I’ll be in my meeting, but text me if you need me.” He kisses my temple again, then gives Reagan a curt nod as he walks past.
With the click of his office door, Reagan crosses her arms over her chest. “Well, I can say I definitely didn’t expect to walk in on that little pregame.”
I sigh. “What’s that supposed to mean, Rea?”
“I’m just saying, as your older sister, I’m surprised that you are now dating your boss. Plus, didn’t you say he was super standoffish at the beginning of all this? I mean,good for you if the sex is good, but keep your expectations low, Luce. This could just be a convenience thing for him.”
