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“I need more,” she demanded.

“Does that mean I can see you again?” I asked against her cheeks, running my beard against her skin as the tremors passed through my body. My voice was so deep and husky, I shocked myself.

“You better,” she said, rubbing her ass against me in desperation.

“Let’s get out of here,” I groaned, biting down on her earlobe. She yelped in response, biting her bottom lip, looking in the mirror at the two of us. We were both bare from the waist down, wrapped around each other, having no desire to let each other go.

Chapter 31

Tiffany

Atwork,myeyeswere plastered to my computer screen. Pen in hand, I jotted down some research cases. My phone had been vibrating for the past five minutes, but I hadn’t checked it. Grabbing it, I figured someone must be trying to reach me for something that couldn’t wait. I opened the message without immediately looking at the screen. The message was lit up on my phone while I finished writing down the last few words and I heard my boss clear her throat aggressively as her heels clacked past me. When I looked back at my screen, I turned so red it looked like I was having an allergic reaction.

‘I’m so fucking hard for you, it’s ridiculous. It’s torture being away from you for so long.’

It was Jared. I gasped out loud, tucking the phone away beneath my desk to respond to him. It was possible my boss just happened to have something stuck in her throat and needed to clear it at that exact moment, but I was pretty sure that she read it.

Yet as mortified as I was, it wasn’t enough to stop my clit from jumping in response to his words. It had only been a few days since our hot courthouse hookup. Our second round had been postponed as I was called back to the office to work on the case. And I hadn’t taken a break since, even after the trial was over.

Whatever got into Jared had me confused because he didn’t seem to care that my team won. He just kept singing my praises about how good I felt and needing more. He even congratulated me—again. He was on a roll and whatever had changed him and made him so open with his compliments made me want him even more.

‘Jared! I think my boss just read your message.’I typed, including a horrified, blushing emoji.

‘Lol, oops! I wasn’t lying though. Since I’ve met you, you’ve tortured me in many ways, but I think the worst torture is being away from you for so long. I need to see you. Aren’t you wet for me, or am I the only horny bastard?’he responded.

My clit hadn’t stopped throbbing since reading the first message and hearing how desperate he was for me wasn’t making it slow down anytime soon. My nipples hardened and my heart started to beat fast as he triggered the need I’d been suppressing since the courthouse.‘I don’t think I’ve stopped being wet for you since the first time we hooked up.’

“Ms. Levine, I don’t want you to become complacent just because you helped us win the first case you were assigned to. You’re still at work,” my boss said, and I looked up in shock to see her standing at the head of my desk.

Oh, man. I wanted to curl up into a ball! The tips of my ears were burning.

“Right, Ms. Saunders,” I said. “I was looking at some research for that client you asked me about.” I handed her the page from my notepad that I was writing on earlier. She studied it and looked at me, seemingly pleased for now, although I couldn’t be sure. But at least she walked away. Whew!

‘Jared, you’re going to get me in trouble with the boss. I’ll see you later.’I sent that message with a wink and kissy face.

‘You could see me now. I’m in the parking lot.’

My hole clenched with the realization that he was so temptingly close. Tingles ran through my body, focusing on my breasts and my labia, causing me to almost groan out loud—but I was at work. Work and my personal life shouldn’t interact. But shit, I’d been craving Jared Crawford for so long, I wanted to suck him dry just in case our time ran out. In case we turned on each other again.

While we could, I wanted to milk him.

As I wrestled with myself, I licked my lips. Did I allow him to collide with my work life again, just this once? Or did I continue to keep him from affecting my work life? My mind was telling me to protect myself, but my body was telling me that I needed to be kissed by him, touched by him, fucked by him.

My knees wobbled as I worked my way out from behind my desk and marched downstairs. There he was, sitting in his silver BMW, rolling down his window and greeting me with a smolder so hot it could disintegrate my panties. My heels clicked on the pavement as I hurried over there. The wind was blowing against my cheeks as I tried to make sure that I wouldn’t be caught sneaking out of the office for a secret rendezvous.

“Jared, you shouldn’t be here!” I whispered out loud, staring at him, caught between the fact that I needed to set some boundaries and the magnets in my body begging for me to be let into his car.

“I could leave,” he said, “but I doubt you really walked all the way out here to tell me that when you could’ve just texted me. Get in.” He cocked his head toward the passenger seat.

Though I tried, it was hard to keep my face stern for long because the more he undressed me with his eyes, the more I began to salivate, softening as a wicked smile tilted up at my lips. I rushed toward the passenger door and climbed in.

“You’re so annoying,” I said, staring at him.

“So are you,” he said, staring back at me.

We held each other's gaze for a bit, and I could see his pulse beating by his neck. We were both tense and our resolve crumbled as we launched ourselves into each other’s arms.

“I can’t stand you,” I moaned against his lips as he broke the kiss to recline his car seat.

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