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Taking a step toward me, his gaze full of heat and yearning, he asked, “So what’re we going to do about it? I can’t stay away, no matter how hard I try. But I don’t want anyone hurting you either.”

I shrugged and backed away from him before letting all the items in my arms spill to the floor as I took off my coat. Dropped that to the floor too. “Want to return to the original plan?”

He grinned, prowling after me as I kept backing away from him. “You mean the first plan where you ran away and refused to tell me your name?” Leaping forward, he caught me around the waist and tugged me against him. “No. I really don’t want to return to that.”

I laughed against his jaw. “No. I meant the idea of keeping it secret… So she just doesn’t find out about it.”

“Ah. Right. That plan. That plan works for me as long as I get to keep doing this.”

His lips captured mine and I swayed into him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.

Without taking his mouth from mine, he lifted me up by my ass. I wound my legs around his waist and gave him a full body hug.

“My bedroom’s that way,” I said, breaking away from his lips long enough to point down the hall.

Surprise filled his features. He glanced into the hall before turning back to me. “Serious?”

I bit my lip, realizing what he was really asking. Then I nodded. “It’s been a long twenty-four hours for me too.”

A groan worked up his throat. And then his mouth smashed back to mine as he started for the hall.

We reached my room, and he carried me inside only to pause just inside the doorway so he could stare around in awe. “This is where you dream each night,” he finally said, his voice full of sweet reverence.

I nibbled my way along his jaw. “Yes. And I dreamed about you last night.”

“Oh yeah?” His eyes looked dark blue, like the bottom of the sea, when he turned them on me. “Did I carry you to your bed and lay you down gently… Just like this?”

When he stretched me out on the mattress oh so tenderly, I bit my lip and grinned up at him. “Not quite.”

His eyebrows rose as he shed his own coat and suit jacket before loosening his tie. “So then what did I do?”

I sat up and reached out before he could totally remove the tie. He let me take hold of it and then use it to draw him closer, where I kept the tie around his neck but slowly began to unbutton his dress shirt.

“We were in your office. I stormed inside, flaming mad, and pointed at you, snarling something about how I was done letting you push me away. Then I told you that you better take me now or lose me forever.”

“How very Top Gun of you.” Intrigued by the story, he undid his cuffs before lifting his arms to let

me slip his shirt off his shoulders. “And did I? Take you?”

My smile was slow and full of sensual promise. “Oh yeah. You shoved me down onto your desk… Not gently at all. It made my bottom sting, actually.”

He winced. “Your poor bottom.” He reached around to massage it for me.

But I shook my head. “No, I liked it.”

“Did you?” Eyebrows lifting, Ezra’s gaze smoldered as I tugged his white undershirt off and then started on the belt to his pants, leaving him in nothing but a tie up top.

“Mmm hmm,” I murmured, grinning wickedly. “Then you stepped between my open thighs, a bit like this…” Using his pants, I tugged him closer until he stood between my spread legs. “And you slid your hand up my skirt until you reached my panties.”

Eyes clouding with passion, Ezra merely shook his head. “Not fair. You’re not wearing a skirt. In fact, I’m not sure if I’ve ever seen you in a skirt.”

I winked and unzipped his pants. “Maybe tomorrow you will.”

He sucked in a breath when my hand slipped into the open placket and cupped him through his boxers. Warm hardness soaked through the cloth, greeting my fingers. “So, turnabout’s fair play.” I grinned up at him mischievously as I began to pull his cock free. “What’s your favorite color, Ezra?”

He blinked at me, breathing hard, his eyes going totally unfocused. “What?”

“Red, maybe,” I guessed, leaning forward to taste the tip of him. “Green?”

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