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Yes. Smart. Say no to getting fucked by a gorgeous billionaire dying to ravage you. Definitely a good call.
I hate you.
JESSA
We love you too.
I may have had one hell of an amazing night with the masked stranger, but that kiss will not stop lingering in my thoughts. For such a collected and calculated man, it was raw and unfettered. The need and urgency passed from his lips to mine, and I couldn’t get enough of him.
How the fuck did this become my life?
Willfully fucking my stalker and seriously debating a scandalous affair with my boss.
At the same time.
As if he’s reading my mind, my phone vibrates in my hand.
MR. RAMIREZ
I can’t stop thinking about last night.
Neither can I.
Granted, my thoughts are wavering between his tongue in my mouth and another man being buried deep inside of me, but that’s not the point.
Good.
Because I intend to kiss those lips again.
My fingers dance delicately over my lips at the thought, and I want him to do so much more than just kiss me.
Even if I did swear my body to another man last night.
And if I say no?
No, like you’re contacting HR to file a sexual harassment claim? Or no like last night?
Maybe I haven’t decided…
See you Monday morning Miss Noble.
thirty two
ANDRES
Knowing I’m tormenting her, I should feel bad. But she’s been tormenting me since the moment I saw her. It won’t kill her to struggle with wanting to be with both sides of me for a little while.
Stepping from the elevator, I make my way through the office and am pleased to see Alexys sitting at her desk with her back to me. I keep my footsteps; light and sneak up behind her; I lean over onto her desk, ensuring that my scruff grazes against the side of her neck. Breathing in her sweet scent, I fight the urge to spin her around and claim her lips before the office. My lips brush against her ear as I stand, and whisper, “I need to see you in my office, Miss Noble.”
Walking to my office, I hold the door open for her. My eyes fixate on her ass, and I fumble to push the door shut before crossing the room to her. Standing inches from her with my hands at my sides, I stare into the honey-blue swirls of her eyes as she stares back up into mine.
“Andres,” my name barely makes a sound as it passes over her lips. “This isn’t a good idea.”
“I know,” my hand slides along her cheek and she leans into my touch. My fingers slide into her hair, and I grip it gently as I slowly close the distance between us. The rapid exhale of her breaths blows across my face.
“Tell me you don’t want this and I might stop,” my lips dust over her cheek.
“I can’t,” the words sound pained as she says them. Pulling her tight to me, my lips crash into hers, trying to soothe her ache.
