Page 49 of Sweet Lies

“You’re tight,” he whispers against my neck.

“Wh-What?”

“Your neck and back are tight.”

“You can tell all that with a kiss to my neck?” I’d roll my eyes, but I’m too busy enjoying his touch.

I can almost feel him smiling. “I can tell everything with a kiss.”

I should tell him to leave or push him away, but I don’t. Instead, I stay in his arms and enjoy his touch. There are a million things I should yell at him for, including leaving last time with just a note, but that can wait. I want this moment, and I’m going to let myself ride it out.

Taking a slight step forward, I turn in his arms so I’m facing him. His lips crash down on my mouth while his hands explore my back, inching down to grope my ass. He steps forward and I retreat till the back of my legs hit the desk. He lifts me onto it, and I wrap my legs around his back, pulling him closer.

Kissing him is as simple as breathing. It’s as if I’ve gone the last couple of years only taking half breaths, and now everything is complete. Having him near again has my body firing on all cylinders—his lips against mine a feeling I never wanted to forget.

Breaking the kiss, I ask, “What can you tell with that kiss?” I meant it to come out strong, as if I could walk away any second and be fine, but instead, it comes out breathless.

“That you’ve missed me, and you’ve not been touched in a while. And that’s been your choice, because you’re still the most desirable woman I’ve ever known.”

I laugh. “Laying it on thick. You already have me on the desk.”

“Makes it no less true. Now, if you’re done talking, I’d love to use my mouth for better things,” he murmurs an inch from my mouth.

“Done talki—”

His kiss stops the rest of my words, but I don’t mind.

“Rebecca, we need to—”

Megan’s voice is ice water to the moment.

Mid-kiss, Andre and I pull away, and I instantly stand to find a shocked Megan staring back at me.

Megan works with IT and security. She’s a tiny little thing, only weighing a hundred pounds, with neon-pink hair and bright green eyes. Bright red Twizzlers dangle from her hand. She has a candy and soda addiction like none other. But there are far worse things to rely on in life. Her mind is brilliant, and she can find stuff on people that would impress the CIA—she’s been my secret weapon on more than one occasion.

Running my hands down my shirt, I tried to hide what we were doing, but that’s impossible.

“I’ll come back,” Megan says, pointing at the door.

“No. Andre was just leaving.” I shoot him a look.

He grins and nods. “Yes, I was just…leaving. Perfect timing…right?”

Megan’s jaw drops, and she nods. I know Andre is enjoying this moment of making someone speechless.

“Goodnight, Andre,” I get out between clenched teeth.

His smile is addictive, and his eyes send the silent messageto be continued. “Night, Bec. Sweet dreams.”

Once he’s safely down the hall, Megan bounces toward me. “Who the hell is that? He’s well, I don’t know what, but he’s something.”

Her wide eyes search my expression for weakness and answers, the Twizzlers squished in her clenched fist.

“You don’t want to know.” A pain in the ass is what he is.

“What’s going on?” I ask.

Her eyes are still following him.

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