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I grew bolder, approaching the edge of the desk and placing my fingertips on it. “What you said earlier…”
“Was the truth, but that doesn’t mean it should change anything,” he said, his voice brittle.
“I don’t believe you.” He didn’t believe himself either. Zeke was a lot of things—almost all of them good, but what he wasn’t was a good liar.
His jaw flexed, and then he looked back at the papers on his desk. “You should go back upstairs, Kenzie.”
“Wanting me isn’t against the rules anymore, Zeke.”
“I don’t—”
“Want me?” I paused. “I’ll go if you say you don’t want me.”
He glared at me. “What I want doesn’t matter.”
“It does, Zeke. Just like what I want matters.”
“You deserve—”
“I deserve what I say I deserve,” I finished for him, moving closer. “And after what I’ve endured—what I’ve overcome—I deserve to be with a man who is good for me. Who protects me. Who respects me. Even if he’s far too chivalrous for his own good.” My legs bumped his, and his hands curled into fists. “We both deserve to put a small piece of ourselves first.”
“Kenz…”
“Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll leave,” I said low, taking my hand and placing it on top of his; his skin was on fire underneath mine, and my ring glinted in the stark lighting. “Tell me we both don’t deserve to have this to ourselves for a little while. Tell me…”
“I can’t,” he said through locked teeth. “You know I can’t.”
“Because you want me.”
His jaw muscle flexed hard. “Yes,” he croaked, the word spilled from his lips like the cup of desire inside him tipped over, and heat burst like fireworks over my skin.
“Then have me.” I took his hand and dragged it from the desk, placing it between my legs.
“Fuck.” The rough word heightened the caress of his fingers along my inner thighs until I pressed them to my core.
I shivered, watching the expression on his face change when he realized I had nothing on beneath his shirt.
“Damn, angel,” he groaned, unable to stop his fingers from sinking through my slick folds and covering them with my want. He groaned so low, the ache he felt had to be more pain than pleasure.
I gripped his wrist, hanging on as his thumb started to roll over my clit, and he pushed two fingers inside me.
“Zeke,” I panted, my knees shaking.
“Take off your shirt,” he ordered, his gaze locked on where I clutched his hand to my pussy.
Peeling my fingers free, I grabbed the fabric and tore it over my head, sending it to the floor.
His heated gaze raked possessively over me, and I felt myself take my first full breath in four days. But instead of reaching for me again, he sat back in his chair and ordered, “Sit on the desk and spread your legs. I want to see how wet you are.”
I bit hard into my cheek, feeling another rush of heat between my thighs. I turned to the desk. There were papers everywhere, but the second I reached out to carefully move them, Zeke’s arm swung out and wiped the desk clean.
“Zeke!” I exclaimed. “Your work…”
“Sit.” His order was unwavering. “I’m about to write a new contract with your sweet cunt binding it to my mouth.”
Oh god.I couldn’t scramble fast enough onto the edge of the desk, resting back on my palms as I let my legs drift wide.
“Beautiful,” he praised, taking one ankle and then the other to prop my feet on the armrests of his chair. My breath caught as he rolled forward, bending my legs and bringing his head closer to my sex. “I dreamed of this last night.”
