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“But we don’t have to talk about those now because we won’t ever do anything over-the-top here at the office.”

She frowns. I watch her brows knit together just enough to indicate that she’s on the fence. But what I have in mind is going to be enjoyable for both of us. So, instead of talking, I dip my head and capture her lips. She’s as sweet and sexy as I remember, her mouth opening for mine without hesitation.

Since it’s not our first kiss, and we don’t have a ton of time, I take the lead and slide my tongue between her lips. Her breath is warm against my skin, and she melts into me, her tongue eagerly toying with mine.

I knew long before I touched her that kissing her would be memorable but this is so fucking perfect. The way she sounds as a tiny whimper escapes her. The way she feels practically draped all over me. Even the way she tastes with our mouths fused together.

Absolute fucking perfection.

“Take off your panties,” I say abruptly as I break the kiss.

“Wh—”

“If I have to repeat myself, you won’t like the consequences.” I hold out my hands. “Panties.”

Her cheeks turn red but she wiggles them down her thighs and holds onto my arm as she steps out of them. Then, with slow precision and a smirk on her pretty face as she seemingly gets into the game, she gently places them in my outstretched hand.

“Now what?”

“Now turn around, put your hands on the table, and spread your legs.”

She hesitates again but then seems to think twice about it, whirling and getting into position.

Fuck, I’m hard just thinking about what I’m going to do to her.

I kneel behind her, running my hands along her smooth calves. I’d love to take out my cock and drive into her, but we honestly don’t have a lot of time and there’s no way in hell she’ll be able to stay quiet if I do.

She may not be able to stay quiet when I do this either, but I have all the control this way. Which is exactly the way I like it.

“You’ll need to keep quiet if you don’t want everyone to know what we’re doing,” I murmur, nuzzling her ass through the tight skirt plastered against it.

“Rage…” Her voice is a breathy whisper.

“Uh huh. Right here.” I run my hands up the sides of her legs, lifting her skirt as I do. With her panties in my pocket, I know exactly what I’m about to see and her ass is as perfect as I imagined. Smooth. Round. Soft, silky skin. I run my cheek along one of hers and feel her shudder.

Perfect.

Nothing better than a woman struggling to stay in control.

I drag a line of kisses down one side and then up the other, using my hands to stroke and tease, though I stay far away from the area between her legs.

“Elliott.” Her voice is raspy, her breath catching a little at the end.

I’ve been Rage for so long, almost no one ever calls me Elliott. Hearing it from her, when I’m about to go down on her, sends a shot of arousal straight to my cock. And I was already hard so that says something about how attracted I am to her.

“What’s the matter?” I whisper. “Does something feel good?”

“Yes.”

I chuckle. “Bend over so your chest is on the table.”

She dips down and I slide her skirt the rest of the way up, so it’s bunched around her hips.

Using my fingers, I gently spread her open and watch her quiver in anticipation. As far as I’m concerned, there’s nothing better than going down on a beautiful woman. Especially this one. I’ve imagined this moment so many times—and reality is better than anything I dreamed up.

With the tip of my tongue, I trace a line along her slit. I’m gratified to hear a long, low moan leave her.

“So pretty and pink,” I murmur. She tastes like musky woman and dessert, equal parts tangy and sweet. Her legs tremble with each pass of my tongue, and satisfaction fills me.