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He noticed what I was wearing.
Of course, I had put that skirt on, hoping someone would look at me. I hadn’t dreamed thatsomeonewould be Brian Clark, of course, but the fact that he’d not only noticed butremembered.
“You’re telling me that you weren’t flirting with me for any sort of professional gain.”
“Ofcourse,I wasn’t.”
“But youwereflirting with me.”
I bit my lower lip. I couldn’t deny that I had been.
I didn’t want to deny it.
“Why were you flirting with me?”
And all of a sudden, I forgot that I technically held all of the power in this space. I forgot that I was the one who had the right to make demands of him and that he had to do as I asked.
All I could think about right now was how he looked at me. Hungry. Wanting.
His hand flexed on the table, and I thought I might be about to pass out.
The fact that he had gone to the trouble to draw the shades took on a whole new meaning.
“You should have worn that skirt today,” Brian teased, his voice low and husky. “You might have gotten what you wanted.”
I didn’t even think of arguing that I didn’t need to use my powers of seduction to compel his cooperation.
A moment later—finally—his hands were on my body.
He pulled me out of my chair and sat me on the conference room table, and I knew exactly where this was going and felt powerless to evenwantit to stop. I shouldn’t be doing this. I knew I shouldn’t. But the only thing I could manage to say was, “Is that door locked?”
“No,” Brian groaned, lifting me just enough that he could push my skirt above my hips.
Even then, I couldn’t tell him to stop.
He grabbed my thighs and pulled me up against him. He was hard as hell already, and I let out a gasp of shock and pleasure.
“You knew,” he murmured. “You knew exactly what you were doing to me, Alison. Please don’t deny it. You wanted me all rabid for you like this, didn’t you?”
He hitched his hips, grinding against me, and I was suddenly and mortifyingly aware that my panties were soaked. I wanted him too, every bit as badly as he wanted me, and there wouldn’t be any getting out of that fact.
“I have a meeting in five minutes,” he whispered.
“I’m going to need you for longer than that.”
“Oh, no, you fucking won’t.”
He grabbed the waistband of my panties and tugged them down to my ankles in one swift motion. I kicked one leg free and straddled him. “Brian—”
He pressed the palm of his hand between my legs, sending a shockwave of pleasure through me, and I rolled my hips, grinding against him with abandon. I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt so utterly out of control.
If anyone walked in right now, they’d see the FBI analyst about to get fucked by a senior officer.
The thought sent a delicious chill down my spine. I should not be so interested in someone finding out I was doing this. I shouldn’t be doing this at all.
But I’d be damned if I was going to stop now.
“What do you want?”
