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When I pulled my mouth from hers, my forehead pressing down on hers, she smiled. “Thank you.”

“For?” I never wanted to leave her.

“For letting me help you get your mind off things.” She snickered, and it made me grin.

I remembered my promise to Curt, though, that I’d keep my hands off his sister. He’d almost killed me that day he’d caught us making out. We’d have had sex for sure if we weren’t interrupted. I had no idea where any of that would have gone as kids, but I knew this could go nowhere. Curt and I weren’t as close as we used to be, but I still considered him a friend, and I didn’t want to fuck things up. Nor did I want to fuck up my work life by getting involved with an employee. Maggie didn’t seem the type to let it cause problems, but it was not just the inner-office dynamic. I also had the directors of the hospital I reported to.

“Maggie, we can’t do this again.” I pulled out, but I stayed there between her thighs.

She looked up at me with a smile. “I won’t tell anyone if you don’t, Derek. I’ve been wanting this for a long,longtime. And it’s not just because you’re all grown up and sexy. Even when you were a freckle-faced teen with braces, I thought you were hot.”

God, she was so fucking addictive. I kissed her again, stirring my desire for her. She trailed her hands up my sides and back down, pulling my hips deeper into her valley. Addictive wasn’t the right word—it was intoxicating. And she had some sort of spell over me. I couldn’t get enough.

“Really, Mags.” Between kisses, I made my protests, but she didn’t relent. “We can’t. This was a mistake.”

“I don’t believe in mistakes. They’re happy accidents.”

“Accidents, mistakes, I can’t.” I pried my hungry lips away from her and picked up her clothes. She remained perched on the edge of my desk, legs swinging, watching me. The smile on her face was reassuring. I didn’t know if she wasn’t taking me seriously or if she was just okay with my decision, but my gut roiled. I wasn’t even okay with my decision. This woman was under my skin, and I liked it. I handed her clothing to her and picked up my own. We dressed without speaking, but she sighed contentedly several times.

“You know, Derek,” she said, turning to me as she slipped her shoes on. I pulled my shirt on over my head and tucked it in, buttoning the top buttons before she continued. “It seems to me that for two people who have such a strong connection, who have had feelings for one another since they were kids, who obviously have incredible sexual chemistry, rules shouldn’t stand in the way of a good thing.”

Maggie approached me, pushing my hands out of the way and fixing my buttons. She smoothed her hands out over my shoulders and then down across my chest, rising up on her tiptoes to offer me a kiss, which I accepted stiffly.

“I understand what you’re saying, Mags, but this is different. There is a lot at stake.”

“Sure, I get that. But you should remember how difficult it is to find someone who clicks with you the way we click. I really like you, Derek. I think you feel the same way. And I want you.”

I kissed her forehead and stepped away. “I admit that I do feel something, and I find you so attractive I lost my self-control today. But it can’t happen again. Okay?”

Maggie clicked her tongue at me and smiled, winking as she put on her jacket and handed me mine. When her purse was slung over her shoulder, she rested a hand on the doorknob of the open door.

“You continue to tell yourself it’s okay to walk away from what you want when you know it will make you happy, and I’ll agree that we will never do this again. Until you can tell yourself that you’re happy ignoring your own heart while following a rule society sets for you or a promise you made a decade ago, I think I like this dynamic how it is.”

She shut the door behind her when she left, leaving me flabbergasted and speechless. She had always been a woman who knew what she wanted, but I’d never seen this aggressive, confident woman before. I really liked it. And it intimidated me. It was bad enough that I’d lost my mind and fucked her over my desk, but to know I had to face up to this now, every time she came into this office, and try to forget it?

“What the hell, Maggie.”

As much as I wanted to be upset with her for not respecting me as a boss, I couldn’t help the smile on my face or the skip in my step as I donned my jacket and headed for my car. That was the hottest sex I’d ever had. How many times I’d had that same fantasy, and every single second of it was glorious. Now if I could convincemyselfnot to do it again, we’d be okay.

CHAPTERTEN

Maggie

The breakroom tablewas covered with crumbs, and I refused to wipe them up until Gypsy finished her snack. She was keeping me company after work until her ride got there to pick her up, yammering on about her car being in the shop. I entertained her, but the urge to wipe up her mess got to me. My fingers itched to grab a napkin and clean the table.

“So anyway, the transmission is getting serviced and that should fix the shaking and stuff. I’m sure that’s totally boring to you, but I learned a lot.” She crumpled up the foil pack from the chips and threw it in the trash can before dusting her hands off over the table, leaving more crumbs. Whoever married or dated her would have to be a neat freak, or maybe just like her—a little less uptight than me.

“Well, I hope you get it fixed up.”

Derek’s voice in the doorway perked us both up. “Your dad is here.” He smiled at Gypsy. She’d told me a lot about her dad in our various talks over lunch and at break times. He cared a great deal for her.

“Thanks!” She popped to her feet and grabbed her purse, dashing out the door with a wave over her shoulder. “See you tomorrow!” And she was gone. I instinctively reached into my purse for a wet wipe or anything to clean up the table, and as I searched, Derek leaned down and brushed the crumbs into his hand, sweeping them into the trash before I got to it.

“Drives you nuts too?” I chuckled and stood, being hit with a wave of his cologne. We hadn’t talked much since our escapade in his office five days ago, but I got the sense that he would have avoided the conversation anyway. I hadn’t really left him with a vague picture. I had no intention of backing off. I knew what I wanted, and that was Derek Holt by my side, day and night.

“I’m not a clean freak, but crumbs do bother me.” Derek washed his hands at the break room sink and used a paper towel to dry them. I wanted to say something, to bring up what had happened between us, but I didn’t want to make things awkward. So I stood there making things awkward anyway because I couldn’t think of anything to say. “Something wrong?”

“No, nothing.” I shook my head and turned to go as he approached me. He followed me down the hall toward the front of the office, and I wracked my brain for something to say. I didn’t want to go home. I wanted to talk to him, or kiss him, or anything to keep me in his presence a bit longer.

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