Page 293 of Sexting His Assistant

She rounds the desk. She steps close and puts one hand on my chest. “You keep looking at me like you’re sorry,” she says.

“I am.”

“I know.”

“I put you in danger.”

“I walked into danger too.”

“Because my world was full of it.”

“Luka.”

“No.” My voice comes out rougher than I intend. “Meredith sat outside my office for years. She watched you. She hated you. She gave them timing. She gave them access. She knew your habits because I let her close enough to learn them.”

Nina’s hand moves up my chest to my jaw. “You didn’t make her betray you.”

“I made the room for it.”

“You also came for me.”

“I was almost too late.”

“But you weren’t.”

I look at her.

She says it like that should settle everything.

It does not.

But it does reach some part of me that has been standing in that warehouse for two weeks, listening to the gunshot before I knew whether she was still breathing.

Nina rises onto her toes and kisses me.

At first, I keep my hands at my sides.

I try. I make one honest attempt to be controlled.

Then she makes a small impatient sound against my mouth and bites my lower lip.

That’s the end of control.

I grab her by the waist and turn her into the desk, kissing her hard enough that she gasps. She opens for me immediately, her fingers gripping my shirt, her body pressing into mine like she has also been waiting too long and has no interest in patience.

I lift her onto the desk.

Papers scatter.

Nina laughs against my mouth, breathless and pleased, and the sound goes straight to my cock.

I shove her dress up her thighs.

She wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me in, already hot, already moving against me through the thin fabric of her underwear.

“Lock the door,” she says.

“No one is here.”