I unbutton my sleeves and roll them up, then get out my phone.
Me: Are you still here?
Her response comes almost immediately.
Melissa: Just finishing up my charts. Why?
I don’t overthink it.
Me: Come to my office when you’re done.
Then comes her reply.
Melissa: Okay.
That single word settles low and heavy in my chest.
I’m already standing when the knock comes. I open the door and step back long enough for her to enter, then close it behind her. The click of the lock echoes too loudly in the quiet space.
She turns toward me, brows lifting slightly, a question forming that I don’t give her time to ask.
My hands settle on her hips, firm and certain, guiding her backward until the wall meets her shoulders. The sound is soft but final.
Her breath catches. “Colton …”
I kiss her.
There’s no hesitation this time. No testing. No careful distance. Just the accumulation of an entire day snapping tight and breaking. Her mouth opens beneath mine, warm and responsive, and the sound she makes goes straight through me. She drops her purse and coat on the ground.
I brace one arm beside her head, the other holding her steady, anchoring myself in the feel of her body pressed close. She melts into me, fingers curling into my shirt, like she’s been waiting for this too.
This is what restraint costs.
I pull back enough to look at her. She’s flushed, breathing hard, eyes dark with want, and the sight hits harder than the kiss did.
This isn’t merely heat. It’s her.
My forehead drops to hers, my voice low when I speak. “I tried all day.”
She exhales a soft, shaky laugh. “So did I.”
That’s it. That’s the moment.
Her hands slide up my chest and squeeze my shoulders. My grip tenses. The space between us disappears entirely.
We both lean in for another searing kiss. I wrap my armsaround her and let them fall to her ass, then pull her against my now-hardening dick. She moans into my mouth.
It’s too much. I raise my hands a couple of inches, then push them down into her scrubs and underneath her underwear so I can grip her bare ass. Now it’s my turn to moan.
“Colton,” she whimpers into my mouth.
“I know, Mel,” I reply. “I’ll take care of it for you right here … this once.”
I pull my hands out of the back of her scrubs and place one of them on her stomach. I kiss her softly, our tongues mixing together as I slide my hand down the front of her underwear. I nearly lose all control of myself when my fingers move into her folds, and I feel how fucking wet she is.
“Mel,” I sigh against her lips, “you’re so damn wet.”
Her hands grip my shoulders even tighter, like she might topple over if she lets go.
