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This time, my thoughts splinter into a million pieces.
His scent, his taste, his touch.
Those are the only things I’m aware of.
Not my hate for him.
Nor my desire to inflict damage on him.
And most definitely not my insistence that I don’t want his mouth on mine.
Because I do want that.
I want that more than I’ve wanted any mouth on me.
I don’t allow him to take over completely, though.
I might have lost nearly all my good sense, but I haven’t forgotten that he needs to know we’re equals. That he doesn’t get to run this show by himself.
I tear at the buttons on his shirt. As they spill all over the floor, he growls into my mouth, deepening our kiss and sending need through every vein I have.
He lets go of my face as I rip off his shirt.
Our eyes meet.
It’s a moment of white, hot need.
Fast breaths and a desperate desire for friction.
It lasts only a moment, because then I’m yanking my dress up, and his hands are on it, and he’s stripping it from me. By the time it lands on the floor, his eyes are all over my body, and if I’ve ever felt more turned on, I don’t recall it.
I reach for his face and pull it back to mine, my lips seeking his. He kisses me while cupping my breast with one hand and roughly gliding his other one down my body to my panties.
I struggle to breathe.
His touch is fucking with my ability to function.
His attention is too.
Jameson is the most intense man I’ve ever been with. To have all his attention on me like this is intoxicating.
When his hand slides into my panties and he finds my clit, I arch my back and shove my fingers up into his hair. Gripping him hard, I moan and grind myself against his hand.
Oh, God.
Damn him for being so skilled with a clit.
Why, God, must the man I hate know more about what he’s doing right now than any other man alive?
I bring one leg up to rest a foot on his desk and hook the other one around him before placing one hand on the desk for support and rocking myself as hard into his hand as I can.
“Fuck,” he rasps, looking down at my shameless need for him. He lets go of my breast and wraps his hand around my neck before kissing me again.
We’re a wild torrent of lust and anger as I madly undo his belt and then his zip. The hiss that falls from his lips when I take hold of his dick only fuels that frenzy.
He bites my bottom lip as he pushes a finger inside me.
I stroke his dick, my entire body straining for more.
