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“I’m at the office. I’ll see you soon, then?”

“You will.”

“Bye, then.”

“Ciao.” I hung up and rolled my tongue along the curve of my lower lip.

Damn, it felt good knowing I’d satisfy the craving soon. The ache intensified in my chest and I rubbed at it with my knuckles. It was the type of cramp I got after visiting Mamá, except staggeringly different. Deeper, perhaps. While I didn’t recognize it, I knew it held significance, and had everything to do with Greer Landon.

She made me breathless yet alive at the same time. She had me chained yet liberated from the rusted shackles of my past. She jumbled my thoughts, yet made them so vivid it was startlingly oblivious where her smooth edges sanded away my roughened ones. Voodoo pussy, as Colton called it.

Voodoo. Fucking. Pussy.

And I was beginning to fall further under a spell I couldn’t pull away from.

Chapter 26

-Greer-

I felt the instant Rafael arrived at the doorway of my office. Call it intuition, call it my soul sensing his close; whatever it was, it pulled deep in my chest, then burst into sparks when I looked up and met his dark eyes.

Although seemingly innocent, the roll of his tongue across his lower lip ignited a desire so hot it burned painfully under my sternum.

Each shallow inhale pushed the hunger down further until it nested low in my abdomen and pulsed longingly. That sweet, sweet ache dulled the air around me. Rafael literally took my breath away. Stole it right out from under the protection of my ribcage and consumed it. Consumedmefrom across the room with his direct, heated stare.

“Mamacita.” The single word fell from his mouth as if pained. Or, was it relief? I couldn’t tell until he crossed the room and cupped my face in his hands.

“I’ve been waiting so long to kiss you again.”

His expression filled with questions he refused to voice. I soaked them in. Absorbed the silent permission he sought and relished the womanly strength it gave me.

I’d promised myself justonetime—justonekiss. One turned into two, and now, standing close enough to share his breath, a third time threatened. And I didn’t care that I wanted it so bad my heart raced with reckless abandon.

The way he kissed. The way he touched me without hesitation once receiving consent… He had me longing for more.Somuch more that it had me choosing my personal life over my professional one.

As if someone else was in control of my movements, my chin lifted in invitation and a panty-melting grin broke across Rafael’s face. It was gone in a flash as his lips claimed mine and moved as if I was the treat he’d hungered for all day. I relinquished control and got swept up in the high that came from kissing this devastatingly unavoidable man.

His hands smoothed into my hair and angled my mouth further to the side. My fingers grazed his jawline as our mouths worked in synchrony, beginning to slow and fade into sensual weightlessness.

We still hadn’t named what this was between us. We hadn’t discussed what this meant for our professional relationship, nor had we even broached the subject. It was a conversation we needed to have, and considering he’d just swaggered into my office and kissed me until my knees weakened, that little chat had to happen sooner rather than later.

I hummed during the final, tantalizing sweep of his tongue, and smiled when he pressed a kiss to my forehead.

“You ready?”

“Am now. And we do need to set some ground rules.”

Raf tilted his head back to look down his nose at me. “‘Bout what?”

“You know what.” I reluctantly slipped from his arms and began to gather my things.

He tailed me around the side of the desk and then perched on the side. “Work, or pleasure?”

“Thecombination.”

Raf scoffed. “Okay… so, what ground rules are we talkin’ about? Because if it’s office sex, then I’m well aware you’d rather wait until most people head home for the night before we get freaky on this polished mahogany desktop of yours.”

I playfully swatted his arm and laughed. “You know that’s not what I’m talking about.”

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