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And unexpected. And mind-boggling. And amazing. And oh, my freakin’ God!

Beckett: Turns out not even top-notch florists sell flowers that say, ‘I woke up this morning with an overwhelming urge for a repeat of last night’.

I bite my lower lip as my nipples tighten with need. An electric current zips through my body, bulls-eyeing its way straight to my clit.

Arianne: You’re crazy.

Beckett: I’m dead serious. You’re my first.

Arianne: Your first?!

Beckett: I’ve never done anything that was both sweet and dirty before.

Arianne: I don’t know what to say.

Beckett: I do. I’m in meetings all day to cover for Rhys. I won’t be back in the office until end of day. Swing by my office at six-thirty to retrieve your panties.

Arianne: What are you talking about?

Beckett: The panties you’re wearing now.

Arianne: I don’t follow.

Beckett: Did you go commando?

Arianne: It’ll be a cold day in hell before I walk around without panties.

Beckett: Bundle up, buttercup. Winter is coming.

Arianne: Did you lace your coffee with a bottle of whiskey?

Beckett: I want you to remove your panties, fold them neatly, find a reason to walk into my office and leave them—preferably damp and permeated with your heady scent—in the last drawer of my desk.

Arianne: What?

Beckett: I want you to spend the entire day commando and thinking of me.

Just like that, I’m wet.

Arianne: You’ve lost your mind.

Beckett: Is that your way of saying you want to put an end to our friendship?

Arianne: This goes beyond being friends and you know it.

Beckett: I didn’t hear you complaining last night.

He makes a good point.

The wheels in my head are churning fast.

Arianne: But here? At the office?

Beckett: Why be predictable?

I’m dumbfounded.

Arianne: We’re playing with fire.

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