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"That can wait. Are we going to have to fight about this all the time?"
She busied herself by shuffling documents. "I wanted to come in and it was later than usual. Are you coming soon? Not that it's any of my business..."
"Of course it is. I'm on my way."
"Okay. Good. I'll see you then."
"I'm looking forward to it." He hung up before she could respond and for a few seconds, she just sat there.
"Oh God," she whispered, pressing a hand to her stomach. "Calm down, girl. And try to appear normal." Right, she mused and shook her head. That's going to happen.
Dante could not believe how eager he was to get to the office to see her. And resented being stopped on his way to the elevator by an associate who insisted on talking his ears off. He had to excuse himself by telling the man he had a meeting and was running late.
By the time the elevator doors sprung open and he reached the outer office, he was a mixture of anticipation and excitement and just simply leaned on the jamb to take her in. She had sprung for a clingy cashmere emerald green sweater that looked great against her skin tone and her hair was brushed back from her face, the side secured with a silver clip.
The lower holes in her lobe had swingy hammered gold earrings that shimmered against her cheek when she moved. And he ached to feel her against him.
She looked up and saw him, her fingers hovering on the keyboard. Silence hung between them, potent and intimate. Her heart fluttered as she took in the expression on his face. He was wearing a suit, ash gray with a ruby red shirt, the two top buttons undone, revealing his strong tanned throat.
His hair was tousled whether by the wind or his fingers, giving him a sexy earthy look that had her going weak. One hand fluttered to her chest as she continued to stare at him. He held her eyes as he crossed to the desk.
"Come into my office," he murmured. "Now." Without waiting to see if she was following, he moved towards the doors and pushed them open.
Picking up her device, she followed him and closed the doors behind her. "I have some messages and the reports..."
"Come here," he interrupted softly. He was standing behind his desk, ignoring the mounds of paperwork piled in front of him.
Her breathing was shaky, and her legs weren't cooperating.
"Mr. Livingston..." She realized how foolish she sounded even before he lifted his brows at her. "Dante, we don't have time..."
"Come here."
She crossed to him, how could she not, when she felt as if she was being drawn by a magnet. Stopping in front of him, she stared at his throat.
"Are you going to look at me?" Amusement laced his deep voice as he pinched her chin and forced her to meet his eyes. "I've been thinking about doing this all morning." He laid his mouth on hers and she was lost. He kissed her with all the pent-up frustration and desire he had been feeling since she left this morning.
When he felt her acquiescence, he deepened the kiss, his arms banding around her waist to draw her closer to him.
The ringing of the phone had her pushing at him and he was forced to end the kiss. "I have to answer that."
"Hmm." He brushed his lips against hers and reached for the phone. "This is Livingston." He listened for a moment, nevertaking his eyes off her face. "Push back the meeting for five more minutes. Yes, that's what I said. Do it." He hung up and continued to torment her by nibbling at her bottom lip.
"Dante..."
"I love hearing you say my name."
"We should stop."
"I don't want to."
"We need to talk."
"Hmm." He was nibbling the seams of her lips, his hands roaming her back restlessly.
"I cannot think."
"That's the idea. Kiss me back, baby."
