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The passion we shared was angry, rough, and completely unforgiving, like the man I’d known for months.

The way his lips were crushed against mine was another possessive reminder. The taste of wine was infused with his earlier scotch and the way our tongues danced together easily whetted my appetite.

He pulled me even closer, the crushing weight of his body forcing a moan that he captured easily. While he was stoic in business, he was different now, taking full control, dramatic in a way that boosted the excitement churning through me.

Every inch of his body was rock hard, including his cock, which was pressing between my legs. The entire night faded away, the danger we’d faced a distant memory.

There was only the two of us here and now, a hunger knowing no bounds.

Again the thought of stopping him entered my mind. I had one more chance when he picked me up into his arms, never breaking the brutal crushing of our lips as he did while carrying me down the hallway.

But I didn’t.

Just like before, the dark, intense, and wild yearning that had fueled every fantasy for the last several months came rushing to the surface.

Then we were in my bedroom, the private space I cherished more than anything. This was where I allowed myself to dream, to pretend I was someone else.

This was the only room where I could block out the world.

And strangely, this would now be a place where I could feel safe from the evils of this world.

When he lowered me onto my feet, there was no hypocrisy of pretending to escape or suddenly becoming angry and throwing him out.

We were both adults, two people craving the same thing. Yet even so, when he took a deep breath, I wasn’t certain what to expect. Regret? Changing his mind?

“Remove your robe.”

The three little words were simple and direct. There was no room for question, no desire to disobey him. While my legs were quivering, I slowly untied the sash. My vision was temporarily hazy just from the way he was looking at me.

Feasting on me.

This man’s magnetism went far beyond what I experienced before.

With my fingers shaking, I finished untying the sash. He was my boss, older than me, a harsh man with hidden talents and a walking poster for danger. And I’d never craved anyone the way I did with him.

As the soft silk slipped to the floor, I was torn by his lack of expression.

Until he spoke words that I wouldn’t soon forget.

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

Just like that, the haze was lifted and there was nothing more I wanted than to be in his arms.

CHAPTER 12

Stash

Craving what I shouldn’t want.

Or touch.

Wasn’t that a typical problem with all men, including those in power? The only difference in a man with no standing in life, no wealth or influence over anyone except himself was that he couldn’t snap his fingers and obtain what he wanted.

I was in that position and had been long enough to know the gift should also be considered a sharp sword. Yearning for this woman was one thing. Acting on those sinful thoughts that had been ravaging my mind since she’d walked into my office were something else entirely.

Even though I’d tasted her before, that had been when she’d been nothing but a temptation, a longing that had required satisfaction. But now?

Now as she stood in front of me completely naked, her intense blue eyes staring back at me, the only thing I could concentrate on was calculating just how long her legs were and how good they’d feel when wrapped around my waist.