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Yup, fucking lost it over this little woman.

Her eyes narrow. “And I am not your girl.”

The first part may be a little true... But I’d bet everything dear to me that the last part is her lying through her teeth.

I tug the slat hard, and she slides into my space.

“Wrong again, O’Malley.”

Our faces are inches apart now, her chest rising and falling under the tank top that barely covers the addictive swell of herbreasts. A section of her belly peeks out before her denim shorts cover her elegant hips.

Cross-legged, she leans in and hisses, “Is that what you think of this, all wrong?”

I tilt my head, studying her face.

“Riles, baby, you have been the right thing since the day I barged into your campus room and found you half dressed. I can’t get you out of my head. Out of my damn dreams, or my daydreams. The only thing wrong about all this is how far away from me you are now.”

Her expression dances through almost every human emotion possible before her grip on the slat changes.

Knuckles whitening, she tugs on her end of the slat. I lean forward, but her strength is not enough to slide me closer to her.

Still, hope inflates.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

God yes, Riles.

I’m beyond desperate for her at this point. Hard as steel in my jeans, heat bounding through my veins. I’ve lost access to most of my grey matter with her scent shrouding me, her breath washing over my neck.

The only cure for my insanity—which, if I’m honest, has held me captive for months now—is her.

In my lap.

My kisses over her skin.

Her in my lap.

My fist in that stunning fucking long hair.

“What are you waiting for, Riles?”

Chapter 24

Riley

“What are you waiting for, Riles?”

What am Iwaiting for?

For reason to catch up with my eejit body that wants nothing more than to grind all over her boss’s lap and kiss that half grin off his gorgeous face.

To taste him.

To pin him to the floor and have him a shaking mess underneath me, like he does to me when I can’t sleep and he’s stuck in my head.

“Baby, don’t leave a man in this state hanging,” Spence rasps.

The slat clatters to the floor.