Page 128 of Mile High Ruin

I push away from the desk.

She doesn’t step back. That’s her mistake.

I close the distance and take hold of her waist before she can decide whether she wants to keep challenging me from somewhere safer.

Her breath catches. “What are you doing?”

I lift her.

The surprise on her face lasts just long enough to satisfy me before instinct takes over and her hands grab my shoulders.

I turn and press her back against the wall. Her legs wrap around my waist automatically. The heat of her settles directly against me, and my body reacts before I can pretend otherwise.

She feels it almost immediately. Her eyes drop between us, then return to mine. Slowly. The expression on her face changes from surprise to something far more dangerous.

“You can’t possibly think this is going to make me forget what I was asking.”

“No.” My hands tighten around her thighs. “I’m hoping it will make you quiet long enough for me to answer.”

Her breathing is already faster. I can feel it where her chest presses against mine.

“You could have tried using words.”

“I did.”

“You used orders.”

“They usually work.”

“Not on me.” She shifts slightly.

My cock hardens fully between us.

Her lips part. The movement is small, but I see it.

She sees that I see it, and neither of us says anything for a moment.

I lean closer until my mouth is near her ear. “Will you be quiet for one minute?”

She turns her head just enough that her lips almost brush mine. “No.”

My thumb moves slowly along the inside of her thigh. Her breathing catches again.

“Sloane.”

“What?”

“You are making this difficult.”

A smile touches her mouth. Not sweet. Taunting. “Then put me down.”

I look at her. She knows I don’t want to. That’s what makes her smile widen.

“Exactly,” she whispers.

I tighten my grip. Her hips move once against me, so slight that she could deny doing it if she wanted. She probably would. The friction is enough to make my jaw lock.

“You enjoy provoking me,” I say.