Page 41 of Second to None
“That’s not what I wanted to hear.” He actually looked worried.
“Oh, Max.” She shook her hands loose from his and raised them to frame his gorgeous face. “If we break up tomorrow, this moment, this joy, would make it worthwhile. But I plan to spend many, many days and nights leading you astray.”
She pulled his head down so she could kiss him, pouring her delight into the touch of their lips. “I love you so much,” she murmured against his mouth.
His arms swept around her, crushing her against him while he kissed her hair, her forehead, her eyebrows, her cheeks, before returning to her mouth. “I might do some leading astray as well.”
“As long as we both end up in the same place, that works for me.”
“Right now, the place I want to end up is inside you,” he said, his low voice rumbling beside her ear.
Her toes curled in her boots as his words spiraled downward to her belly, leaving a trail of fire behind them. “My office door locks.” She felt his body go tense and smiled. “However, I’m wearing long underwear.”
He was already striding to her door, where he punched in the lock and lowered the shade on the glass window. “If you think long underwear will even slow me down, you don’t know much about my determination.”
“Just don’t tear it.”
His jaw muscles flexed. “Woman, you are putting some very astray ideas in my head.”
And in her own. She gave him what she hoped was a seductive look. “Shall I clear off the desk?”
“Allow me.” He pushed her laptop to one side and then swept his forearm across the other side, sending pens, papers, and knickknacks flying.
Before she could object to his treatment of her possessions, he grabbed her waist and set her on the desk.
He took her head in his hands, holding it so she could see the emotion flaring in his eyes. “This is where I want to be,” he said. “You are my home.”
