Page 143 of Sexting His Assistant

That’s enough.

I reach for her waist and pull her to me.

She inhales sharply. “Luka.”

“Tell me to stop.”

Her hands land on my chest. For one second, she pushes like she means to create distance.

Then her fingers curl into my shirt.

“You’re insane,” she whispers.

“Yes.”

“This is the office.”

“Yes.”

“Anyone could⁠—”

I kiss her.

She makes a small sound against my mouth and grabs my shirt harder. The kiss is not slow. There is no space for slow. She’s angry, I’m impatient, and the whole floor could knock on that door at any moment.

She kisses me back like she’s furious with me for making her want this. Her teeth catch my lower lip. My good hand tightens on her waist, and I back her against the counter. The edge hits her thighs. She gasps, and I use that sound, kiss her deeper, take more.

Her hand moves to my shoulder and stops immediately.

Even now, she remembers.

That carefulness does something to me.

I break the kiss enough to say, “Good side.”

She shifts her grip to my uninjured shoulder without arguing. Then she pulls me back down.

A knock sounds somewhere down the corridor. Not on this door.

Still, we both freeze for half a second.

Nina’s eyes are wide.

I look at her mouth.

She whispers, “This is a terrible idea.”

“I know.”

“You keep saying that and doing it anyway.”

“Yes.”

“You are very difficult to respect.”

“You respect me?”

“Less every minute.”