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“Open your mouth.”
Even though her brain urged self-protection, her body’s response to him was automatic.
He claimed her tongue, plundered inside, made her remember his dominance. She responded, giving him what he wanted and what she craved.
Rafe left her on edge, pulsing with awareness. “No orgasms, Hope.”
“What?” Her mouth was bruised, her mind swimming in endorphins and confusion.
“You heard me.”
“I did. I just don’t believe you made that request.”
“It wasn’t a request.”
In response to his command, arousal clawed at her. Since they didn’t have a relationship, there was no way he’d ever know. But the fact that he’d thought of it and set off fireworks inside her pussy—he had to know that.
He let her go, then crouched to pick up her clip. Instead of returning it, he slid the metal into the breast pocket of his suit. “Do you mind?”
Did he want to keep it as a trophy? “It’s fine.” She had others in her desk drawer.
“Leave your hair loose? I want to imagine you like this all day.”
Sighing, Hope scooped back wayward strands.
“Will you?”
Why was she agreeing? That wouldn’t help her put distance between them. Then again, maybe it was because she didn’t want to refuse him anything. “Yes.”
He walked her to the big glass door and opened it for her.
“Have a safe flight.”
“See you this afternoon.”
With a quick smile, she entered the building.
She paused near the large reception desk and looked back. He stood on the sidewalk, watching her. In the last few seconds, he’d put on a pair of sunglasses that made it impossible for her to read his expression. He did, indeed, always get his way.
Not that it mattered. In a week, perhaps as soon as a few days, he would no longer be part of her life.
She clutched the straps of her purse so tight that her knuckles whitened. If only she could convince herself that forgetting him was a good thing.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The sight of Skyler’s desk made Hope freeze in horror. Memories of the previous night assailed her. It had been a mistake to get physical with Rafe at her workplace. She should have confined her explorations to his home. Or the restaurant. An image of the rose’s thorn returned, making her flush and squeeze her legs together.
The front office door slammed open and Skyler rushed in. “Oh my God!”
Hope’s pulse slowed as she turned back to face her assistant. “What?”
“Nice try.” Skyler grinned. “I saw you canoodling on the sidewalk. My boss. The cool and calm and in charge Ms. Hope Malloy, president and CEO of the Prestige Group, was all but doing the nasty outside the building.” She fanned herself. “I didn’t get a good look at the guy, what with those sunglasses and his back being to me. But damn. He’s hot. Dish.”
“We have work to do.”
“Are you serious?” Skyler’s mouth fell open in disappointment. “You’re keeping it a secret?”
That was the plan. Except… Hope exhaled.
“I brought doughnuts.” Skyler lifted a white bag from the depths of her purse.
“Can’t tempt me today, Satan.”
“Which means you already ate. I know you don’t make breakfast for yourself. Which means that hot guy made you breakfast?”
“Would you stop?” Despite herself, Hope grinned. It had been a rare treat.
“Seriously?” Skyler walked in and dumped her purse on the desk, with no idea that one of their clients had considered bending Hope over the surface a little more than twelve hours before.
After plonking herself into her chair, Skyler extracted both pastries and placed them on top of the bag.
“That’s sorcery.”
“You’re not hungry, remember?” She studied both before picking up the vanilla-glazed cake doughnut.
Which meant she’d left Hope her favorite—the chocolate one.
Looking at Hope, Skyler took a bite and made soft noises that sounded orgasmic.
Hope’s fingers twitched. She knew what the confection tasted like, how sweet and puffy and mouth-watering it was. A need for a sugar rush crashed through her, threatening her resolve.
