Page 62 of Second Chance at Love (Chance At Love Duet 1)

“How many lovers have you had, Gemma?” he asked. I look at him wondering where that question came from. His arms tightened around me like he was afraid of my answer.

I lifted my head and looked at him directly into his forest green eyes.

“You are my second,” I answered quietly, wondering why he asked.

He smiled then leaned to kiss me on the lips. His kiss was intense, as if intended to claim me, brand me as his. His kiss stopped as abruptly as it started, leaving me slightly disoriented. I was so consumed by Kristoff that even if I had hundreds of lovers before him, I don’t think I’d remember any of them.

We both stood up. He picked up my clothes from the desk and floor and helped me put them on before getting himself dressed.

We walked over to the table and grabbed our food. Kristoff grabbed the closest thing to him. I guess he wasn’t picky about his meals. Meanwhile, I peeked at the various options, looking for the most appealing. I wrinkled my nose at the fish and quickly closed that bag. Moving to the next, a smile spread on my face, happy at Kristoff’s thoughtfulness. It was a spinach avocado salad.

The rest of the evening we spent going over every financial scenario and discussing pros and cons, laid out our conclusions, and documented them. Another hour passed by with Kristoff reading all preliminary purchase agreements, with legal jargon that was putting me to sleep. Rubbing my eyes, I stifled a yawn.

“It is past nine o’clock, Gemma,” Kristoff concluded, noting my yawn. His hand caressed my cheek. “We better call it quits for the day, and we can finish it tomorrow. I am sure you are eager to get home.”

His fingers gently traced down my neck, following my pulse vein.

“Sounds good,” I reluctantly agreed, wishing we were going home together. “Yes, I’d like to get home before the kids go to sleep.” My voice sounded tired.

Leaning over, he kissed me gently on my lips, moving to my cheek, my neck. My eyes fluttered shut loving his lips on me, his five o’clock shadow scuffed my skin whenever he kissed me.

“I’ll walk you to your car.” Kristoff rasped against my neck. Tempering my desire, I nodded. As we stood up from the table, he took my hand as we walked out of his office, into the elevator, and continued to the garage. He opened the door of my car for me, but before getting in, I wrapped my arms around his neck and stood up on my tippy toes to reach his lips.

I lingered there, my lips close to his. “Good night,” I whispered, gently kissing him.

“Good night, beautiful,” he murmured against my lips, pulling me closer into him. His hand gently brushed my hair back from my forehead. God, I wanted him again. Desire shot through me, and my insides fluttered. If he’d tried to take me right here, I didn’t know if I could resist him.

As if he had the same thoughts, he slowly pulled away. “You better get in the car, or I might not be able to hold myself back,” he grumbled, his gaze hot, his voice raspy and his breathing matching mine.

I sat behind the wheel, and he leaned in kissing me one more time. “I’ll see you tomorrow, beautiful.”

He shut the door, and as I started my car, I gave him a small smile and drove off.

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