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Lila

Thesecondmylastclient was out the door, I scooted out of my office so I could visit Mae. Okay, that was an excuse to—hopefully—run into Hawk. The elevator slowed to a stop, and the thrill of anticipation sped through me. The doors slid open to the fifth floor.

Eureka!

Hawk stood on the other side, one hand in his jeans pocket, looking oh-so-fucking-hot.

After a shameless perusal of his muscled physique, my gaze flitted up to his hooded eyes. They were the usual swoonworthy stormy but blazed with a new intensity, full of raw desire.

The automatic responses of my body sprang into action. My back straightened, and my boobs perked up. My anatomy recognized Hawk as my man and my lover, even if my mind fought it. All that out-of-sight-out-of-mind work to cure me of this obsession over the past few weeks scorched to ash as the fevered desire between us intensified.

Still standing in the hall, he blocked my way out. He took one slow step into the elevator, and the doors slid close behind him.

He approached me, the movement like a predatory prowl. I stood rooted in place, and he stared at me as if I were the last meal, and he would do whatever it took to devour me.

My plan to be alone with him had worked, but I didn’t want him to know that. And I was still miffed he hadn’t once texted me since that night over a month ago. I did my best to look annoyed, but I was a terrible actress. “You made me miss my floor.” My voice was too breathy to be convincing.

He looked at me as if I’d spoken gibberish. “Don’t say things that make no sense.”

“It makes total sense. I was on my way to see Mae for lunch.”

He took another step closer, bringing us toe-to-toe. All I had to do was take a big breath, and our bodies would make contact. Nipple to chest through a few thin layers of fabric. I struggled to control my breathing. My heart thumped at a bazillion miles an hour.

He palmed my hip. My body welcomed the touch, and I almost melted on the spot. Tingles sparked to life over my skin as if wanting to disintegrate my clothes. I bit my lip, fighting back a whimper.

He gently pushed, and my body obeyed his command far too willingly until my back was flush against the wall. He leaned in and trailed the tip of his nose along my neck, breathing in. “Fuuuuckkk, your scent is so goddamn intoxicating, like a mix of cherry candy and sex. I bet you taste just as sweet.”

His chest pressed up against my breasts, the contact scorching my entire body. No amount of lip-biting could stifle my noises anymore. My head fell back as I whimpered.

The elevator dinged.

Before the doors opened, Hawk pivoted and strolled out as if nothing had happened. Pausing in the hall, he looked over his shoulder. “Follow me.”

His gruff voice, full of commanding power, lured me in. So, I followed him, my breath hitching in anticipation.

The second we entered my office, he slammed the door and faced me. His eyes ravaged my body.

I felt naked.

No, not naked.

Rather, I sensed him tearing my clothes off bit by bit with his eyes. I squirmed, unsure of what to do. I hurried to the end of the office and sat behind my desk, putting a barrier between us. An obstacle that did nothing to dowse out the inferno in my core. Everything I’d done in the past few weeks to overcome my uncontrollable ache for him had failed, so there was only one thing left to do.

I slowly slid a finger between my cleavage, then trailed over the mound of my breast. His gaze followed the movement with hunger. With my elbows on the desk strategically placed my arms on the sides of my chest, squeezing my boobs together to make my cleavage pop out more.

The satisfaction I felt when he ravenously took in the view was almost as addictive as my desire for him. My plan was working. Actually, it was less of a plan and more of a desperate measure to get laid. It was at this moment I decided to fuck the clinic rules and let Hawk fuck me.

I’d lost all discipline to my urges. Why had I even fought them in the first place? I tilted my head to give him a better view of the puppies wanting to come out and play. In my best attempt at a seductive voice, I purred, “Do you like what you see?”

His gray eyes howled with a ferocity that nearly made my bra melt off. His entire being seemed to shift energy. He didn’t move, staying rooted in place. But something about him transformed as if he’d unleashed the restraints on his predatory urges. He showed me his true power. His muscles tensed under his clothing, his whole body on alert.

Ready to pounce.

The room sizzled with his electric presence. Everything about him was XXX. His virile energy engulfed my being, my body, and my senses. My breath caught in my lungs as excitement surged through me.

He accepted my invitation. His eyes brazenly scanned lower, taking in every curve of my chest. He took his time, like a King relishing a feast. The hunger in his eyes told me he was savoring every morsel. But he kept his distance. He would look. But why wouldn’t he touch?