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"Now, if I'm not fired." She squealed when his hand banded around her arm. Dropping her device, she tried to fight him off, but he was having none of that. When he hauled her into his arms and crushed his lips to hers, she continued to fight on principle. But the battle was already lost. The touch of his mouth on hers melted her bones and had her juices flowing.
He gentled the kiss when he felt her capitulating. One arm banded around her waist to pull her closer. As soon as her lips parted, his tongue invaded, the kiss potent. The arms she had lifted to push him away wrapped around his neck helplessly. Settling on the edge of the desk, Dante eased her between his thighs, his fingers dancing over her back and down to her bottom, where he molded and massaged. He captured her gasp when she encountered the rigid evidence of his arousal and simply went to a quivering mass of jelly.
Ending the kiss, he cupped her cheek and trailed kisses at the sides of her mouth and throat. They were dimly aware of the phone ringing, but none of that registered.
"Please stop," she whispered as reality reared its head.
"I can't." He brushed his lips over hers slowly, seductively until her breath was escaping in pants. "I saw him touching you and started acting like a raving lunatic. I thought I had my emotions under control until I saw that. You and him."
"It was nothing." She heard herself say. Her body was trembling, and her feet were unsteady. She figured that it was a wonder he held her so tight, or she would be sliding to the carpeted floor. She felt unhinged and way out of her depth. "Dante."
His long, lean body shuddered at the sound of his name in that husky voice of hers.
"Say it again."
"What?" She blinked, fingers curling into his sweater as he nibbled at her bottom lip.
"My name. Say it again."
She was losing all sense of reality. He had reached her throat and settled on the pulse that hammered there like a wild trapped bird.
"The phone, your meetings. Please stop!" She found the strength to push away from him and almost had to crawl over to sit on one of the padded chairs. Closing her eyes, she tried to count to ten to gather her wits about her.
And snapped them open when she felt his presence in front of her.
Hunkering down in front of her, he took her trembling hands.
"What are you doing?"
"Touching you." His tone was amused. "I cannot seem to help myself."
"This has to stop."
"Why?"
She stared at him with wide eyes.
"Why?" When she started to drag her hands away, he simply held on. "This is insane. You're my boss and, even so, I, I'm pregnant and I'm not a whore."
He lifted one thick dark brow.
"I never said you were."
"You implied it."
"I was angry and jealous."
Her heart bumped, but she ignored it.
"That's not true. We're not in a relationship." She gasped when he lifted her hand and brushed his lips over her knuckles. Her insides turned to liquid, and she struggled to speak. The phone rang again and this time he rose. "We'll speak more on this later." Sitting on the edge of his desk, he reached for the phone. "Livingston."
It took her a few more seconds to settle herself and slip out of the office.
Chapter 11
She had to stay over because of the late start to his day and was on pins and needles the entire time. But to her relief, he was all business and was courteous and polite throughout the meetings. And he watched her overtly. She would be taking notes when she would look up and meet his eyes. The smoldering quality of his gaze sent nerves shivering throughout her body.
"I have an early morning meeting tomorrow and would appreciate you helping me to prepare. The zoning commission is being a pain in the ass about the Penn Street situation, and I must be well prepared."
