Page 93 of Sinful Hearts

“That you’re a beast of a lawyer.”

Heat tingles through my cheeks as I bite back a grin.

“Oh.”

He inclines his head, taking me in. “Just my opinion. You should wear your hair down more often. It doesn’t make you look any less professional or ass-kicking.”

I chew on my lip. “Well…maybe I will.”

“Good.”

I’m still throbbing all over as we walk to the door together. Then I stop him.

“Uh…you go first. I’ll leave in a few minutes.”

He smirks. “How clandestine.”

I roll my eyes. “I just—”

I jolt as he suddenly surges into me, grabs a handful of my hair in his fist, and kisses me.

Brutally.

“Iwillbe finishing what we started, kitten,” he growls into my ear.

Then he turns, strides for the door, and swings it open.

“Oh, and Elsa?”

I’m still burning up as I meet his eyes.

“If you were looking for these…”

Dear lord.

He’s dangling mythongfrom his finger, right there in the fucking doorway to the rest of the firm, with only the fact that his shoulders are so broad stopping everyone from seeing it.

“Give me—”

“You know where to find me.”

He slips them into his pants pocket as I stare at him.

Then he’s gone.

What. The. FUCK am I tangling myself up in?

It takes me another three minutes to calm myself, catch my breath, and put some concealer on the fresh bite and suck marks on my neck. Then I walk upstairs to Taylor’s office, doing everything I can to ignore the aching need still throbbing between my thighs.

That, and the fact that I’m not wearing underwear.

“I’m so sorry to keep you waiting.”

Taylor looks up as I step in. She smiles.

“No problem at all. Have a seat, and we’ll—” She stops suddenly, looking at me curiously.

I go cold. Did I miss a spot?

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