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“Shh.” I lay my head on his chest. “I don’t want to do this, not now.” Exhaustion rolls through me. “Make me forget, Bexley. Make it all go away.”
“Yeah?” His brow arches.
“Yeah.” I step into him, running my hands up his bare chest.
“Fuck.” He shudders, a low grumble of pleasure emanating from his throat. “You slay me, Mia.” His hand curves around the back of my neck, guiding my face right to where he wants me. Our lips meet in a soft, tender kiss. But it isn’t soft I want. I need him to consume me. To fill me so deep that there isn’t a sliver of room left for anything else.
“I need you,” I cry, clawing at his shoulders.
“Let me get you back to our room—”
“No.” My voice cracks. “Here. I want you here.”
“Here?” He searches my eyes, his own filled with doubt.
I press my lips together, nodding. Inching back out of his hold, I perch on the edge of the desk, pushing my cardigan off my shoulders and leaving me in nothing but the nightshirt Bexley wrestled me into last night.
Slowly, I start unbuttoning the material until the cool air brushes my breasts.
“Jesus.” He sucks in a sharp breath, running a hand over his jaw. “You’re sure?”
I nod again, popping the final button and letting the material fall down my arms. “I don’t want you to treat me like glass, Bexley. I need you to make me feel.” I need it to hurt.
His eyes darken with liquid lust, the hunger making my core throb.
There isn’t much Bexley can do to fix this… to fix us… but he can give me this.
He can give me an escape.
“And after?” He stalks toward me. “Will we pretend like it never happened again?”
“I don’t want to talk about after. I need this, Bexley. Please…”
Torment glitters in his eyes. He doesn’t want to do this, to let me use sex as a bargaining chip in our relationship. But it’s all I have right now.
“You keep saying I’m yours. Prove it,” I taunt, victory filling my veins when he shoves his big body into mine, caging me against the desk.
Bexley slides his hand to my throat, holding me there as he leans in, ghosting his lips over my jaw. “You’re playing with fire, Mia.”
His body vibrates, and I realize I’m not the only one holding on by a frayed thread. Bexley is cracking under the pressure too.
He needs this as much as I do.
I lift my chin in defiance and look right into his eyes. “Maybe I want to get burned.”
20
Bexley
Mia wraps her legs against my waist, her heels pressing into my lower back and aligning our bodies, a gasp of air rushing out of both of us at the sensation.
I knew something wasn't right when I woke up and found she wasn't there. But I wasn't expecting this. Her in here. Inhisdomain.
Not once have I been in this room or even seen the door open since I moved in, and I can't say I haven’t been curious about what's inside. But it's exactly as I suspected: an office full of old books, just like Phillip's.
I'm desperate to discover the secrets that might be hidden in the pages of this room, but not right now.
Right now, the only thing I need is her.
