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“No,” she rushed out. “I can’t wait. I don’t want to wait. I want you now.”

For four years, I had waited for those words to come out of those luscious lips, and I was not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Besides Clinton, we were the only ones in the building, and my office didn’t have any cameras in it. I could do whatever the fuck I wanted to this woman, and there was nothing stopping me.

Even though I was more than eager to do this, I had to make one thing clear with her. “If we do this, there’s no going back, Zara.”

“Okay,” she rushed out as she reached for my belt, and I let out a choked laugh.

“I mean it,” I said, trying to keep a level head as she fondled me. “It’ll mean that you’re mine. It’ll mean that we’re together, Zara. No more flirting with gay security guards.”

Her lips twitched at that. “Okay,” she agreed. “No more gay securityguards.”

“And we don’t hide this,” I insisted. “We do this proudly and openly.”

Zara nodded. “Proudly and openly.”

It was on the tip of my tongue to tell her that I loved her, but I knew that it was too soon for her to hear those words from me. She was barely getting onboard with this, so I didn’t want to rock the boat with declarations of love just yet.

“Show me how much you want me, baby,” I said. “Give me what I want.”

Zara placed her hands on my chest, pushed me back a couple of steps, and like the confident goddess that she was, I watched with my heart in my throat as she started unbuttoning her blouse. When she yanked the fabric from the waistband of her skirt and drop it to the floor, I knew that I was going to be worshipping her body for the rest of my fucking life.

Her skirt dropped next, and Zara Domingo dressed in only her bra, panties, and high heels was enough to fry my entire brain.

Holy fuck.

As I took in the vision before me, I knew that there was going to be nothing left by the time that I was done with her.

Chapter 4

Hudson~

“Fuck, you’re stunning,” I hissed, the sight of her before me burned into my brain forever.

“I want to see them,” she said, and it took me a minute to register her words.

“See what?”

“Your tattoos,” she answered, and it was nice to see that she was just as attracted to me as I’d been to her all these years.

“You like tattoos, baby?” I asked as I started unbuttoning my dress shirt.

Zara shrugged a sexy shoulder. “I think I’m going to likeyours. I’ve been curious about them since I first met you.”

I let my shirt slide off my shoulders, and when it did, I could see Zara’s thighs press together. My tattoos started at my sternum, then went up my neck and out to my wrists. My tattoos were a bunch of individual tats that formed one theme. It was all shields, swords, warriors, and things like that. I’d started the piece in college.

“So, what do you think?” I asked as my shirt hit the floor.

“I think I want to lick you from head to toe,” she said, and what more could a man ask for?

Walking towards her, I said, “As tempting as that sounds, you can do that later. I’m not sure that I have the patience for that right now. Not with you looking like that.”

She glanced down at the tent in my pants. “I can see that.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” I smirked.

My hands reached for her hips, and her skin felt sinful under my touch. “Show me those tits, Zara,” I commanded. “I’m tired of only imagining what they look like.”

“You’re a boob guy, huh?” she said, her lips twitching a bit.

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