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“In fact,thisis my preference,” he says.
I grab his arm, never taking my eyes off his. It must startle him because he sits up, but his arm remains in place.
“What has gotten into you?” I ask. And trust me, I want to asksomuch more. Like why does he care how close I sit to Gavin, or anyone for that matter? And why is he staring at me like that?
But most importantly, why do I like it? I may have found him attractive, but I’ve been able to control myself. Suddenly, with Carter sitting so close to me, that control is gone almost completely. I want his body pressed against mine. I want to put my hands all over him, and if he sets evenonehand on me, I just might lose myself in him.
“Are you going to take your hand off me?” he asks, his voice low. It’s the sexiest he’s ever sounded.
“And if I don’t?” I whisper back.
His blue eyes penetrate into me. First, my eyes, then down the rest of my body. He isn’t just claiming me now. He wants to devour me.
“What if I want to be closer to you?” he growls. He turns his body so he’s facing me. He stares at me, challenging me to mouth something else if I dare.
“That’s your choice,” I say, trying to seem like I’m not fazed by this close proximity. The truth is, my heart is beating loudly in my ears. I gulp, feeling sonaked,with his eyes burning into me.
“Don’t tempt me, Mia. I can get a lot closer.”
I raise a brow. “How so?”
He brings his lips close to my ear. “How about here?” he says, his breath tickling my neck.
I catch my breath, fighting not to moan. His mouth is so dangerously close. What I would give for him to press his lips to my neck. It’s taking everything in me not to beg him to just do it.
His lips trail along my jaw until they reach my lips, mere inches away apart. He runs his thumb along my cheek. “Or here?”
“Yes,” I moan. I close my eyes and gasp. His hand feels so good as it brushes against the side of my face. If I don’t feel Carter’s lips on mine soon, I might combust.
Maybe Ava was right about taking advantage of how turned on he makes me. The release his body could give me is already making me so wet.
“Mia,” he breathes. “If you don’t tell me to stop, I’m going to kiss you.”
Do it. I want to plea. I wet my red lips, inviting him to do it instead.
Before I can stop him—and as if I want to—Carter leans in and presses his lips against mine. I moan, sinking into my chair as one of his hand cups my face, the other resting against my waist.
I knew Carter would be a great kisser, but I wasn’t expecting him to bethisgood. When he breaks away from me, he slides his tongue over my bottom lip. His hand runs up my white blouse, squeezing my breast through my lace bra.
“Fuck, your breasts are amazing,” he says, his breath intensifying. “I’ve been dying to see what they look like under all these tight clothes you wear.”
“What’s stopping you?”
He smirks. I stand up and take a seat on the conference table. He rises, and I spread my legs wider, wrapping one leg around him as he presses his hard-on against me.
He wastes no time unfastening one button after the other. When he reaches the last one, he opens my blouse to expose my bra and starts tracing his finger along it. “White is so sexy on you.”
I sweep a pair of lust-filled eyes up at him.
Just as he’s about to unhook my bra, his phone vibrates in the pocket of his sand-colored suit. I push him away immediately as if we’re being caught.
“Fuck,” he says in response to our interruption. He takes it out of his pocket and answers it. “Hey,” he says into his phone, but he stays in place as he sets his hand on my inner thigh.
I hate how badly I want him. Despite how painfully aware of howwrongthis is, I want his hand to slide up my thigh. I want him to keep telling me about what looks sexy on me. Why does he have to be my boss?
“Another meeting?” he groans. “What time?” Another groan. “Yeah, I can be there.”
He eyes me as he hangs up his phone and returns it to his suit pocket. “I have a meeting I need to run to.”
