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She nods, relief crossing her face before she pulls me down for another kiss.
The elevator doors slide open to the executive floor. I guide Nora through the darkened office.
"Where are we going?" she asks, her voice husky in the darkness.
I lead her past her desk, past the conference room, to the far wall of my office where a bookshelf stands. My fingers find the hidden switch, and the shelf slides silently to the side, revealing a door.
"You have a secret room?" Nora's eyebrows lift as I unlock it.
I push the door open, flicking on the lights to reveal what lies beyond. A fully furnished bedroom. King-sized bed with black sheets. Bathroom to the side. Minibar in the corner.
"Sometimes business runs late," I explain, watching her reaction carefully. "Or early. Sometimes I don't make it home."
Nora steps inside, her fingers trailing over the dresser. She turns to me with a knowing smile that twists something in my chest.
"And how many women have you brought here, Mr. Sartori?" Her tone is light, teasing, but there's an edge beneath it.
I could lie. But I hate lies.
"A few," I admit.
She nods, unsurprised. "I figured." She walks to the bed, running her hand over the sheets. "It's okay, you know. This doesn't have to be complicated." She turns to face me. "We can just have sex a couple times and get it out of our systems."
Something cold slides down my spine at her words.Get it out of our systems.Like I'm a fever she needs to break.
I don't let my expression change. Don't let her see how those casual words cut.
"Is that what you think this is?" I ask, my voice controlled.
She shrugs. "What else would it be?"
I move closer, stalking her like prey. "You think you can walk away after one taste? After two?" I stop inches from her, close enough to feel her breath quicken. "Baby, if you try me once, you'll want forever."
She raises an eyebrow, that defiant look I can never resist. "Pretty confident for a man who hasn't delivered yet."
The challenge in her eyes ignites something primal in me. She turns toward the bedroom, but I catch her wrist, pulling her back.
"First stop isn't the bedroom," I growl against her ear.
Her pulse jumps beneath my fingers. "No?"
"No." I back her toward my desk. "I've thought about this since the first day you walked in."
In one fluid motion, I lift her, her legs wrapping around my waist. With my free arm, I sweep everything off the desk sending it all crashing to the floor.
I set her on the edge, her dress riding up her thighs. Her eyes are wide, pupils dilated with desire.
"You've thought about fucking me on your desk?" she asks, breathless.
"Every. Fucking. Day." I step between her legs, my hands sliding up her thighs. "Every time you walk in with those files. Every time you lean over to show me something." My fingers find the edge of her panties. "Every time you call me 'Mr. Sartori' in that proper voice while looking at me like you want to devour me."
Her hands grip my shoulders, nails digging in through my jacket.
"And now," I continue, my voice dropping lower, "I'm going to show you exactly why you'll never get me out of your system."
NORA
His hands find the zipper of my dress, but impatience wins. With one motion, Pietro tears the fabric down the middle. The sound of ripping silk echoes through the office as the dress falls to the desk beneath me, leaving me in nothing but my black lace underwear.
