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A man who can’t control his impulses, even though he knows better.
Her lips part as she sucks in one heavy breath after another. “Then what is it?”
“It’s…” I want to reach out and touch her, to run my fingers along the sides of her cheeks. All I can think about is tracing her bottom lip with the pad of my thumb so I can memorize the feel of her lips on my skin. Knowing I shouldn’t, I press my palms to the wood above her head.
I don’t know if this position is any better. Now I fully cageher in. If I took one step closer, our bodies would be fully pressed against one another. If I leaned down, I could trap her lips with mine. It wouldn’t be the first time we kissed, but fuck, it might end up being my favorite.
“It’s what?” Her eyes search my face. She doesn’t shy away from my touch at all. In fact, she seems to be fighting the urge to pull me in by the way her fingers clutch the fabric of my shirt.
“It’s you,” I confess, knowing I don’t have the willpower to fight this any longer. Marrying her was supposed to be a simple business transaction—an opportunity for us to finally get a foothold in our fiercest competitor’s decisions. It’s turning into something more than that. Something far more terrifying because I’m a man who loves control, and I find myself losing it more and more with her.
“Me?” Her voice cracks.
My hands slide down the door slightly, now lining up on either side of her face. “Yes,you, Winnie.” My fingers brush her temple. “You’re in my head, and I hate it.”
Her eyes go wide. “I am?”
I nod, keeping my fingers pressed to her skin, even though I know I shouldn’t. My thumb skirts over her cheek. She leans into my touch, making my heartbeat intensify.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been jealous in my life. Why would I need to be? I get anything and everything I want.” My fingers drift to her neck. Watching her react to my touch does nothing to stop me from doing something I know I shouldn’t. “But today…fuck, Winnie, I was jealous when any of the men here simply glanced at you.”
With my fingers wrapped around the back of her neck, I use my other hand to grip her chin so I can tip her head up to look at me. “It’s been almost a month of pure torture being married to you. Each day has become more and more unbearable because all I want to do is…” I let my words fall between us because I don’t know if I should say them out loud. Once they’re said, they can’t be taken back. And if she knows how much I want her, what will she do with that information?
I can feel her pulse pick up pace underneath my fingertips. She swallows, letting her eyes drift to my lips for a moment. “All you want to do is?”
“This,” I answer, slamming my lips to hers. She doesn’t hesitate for a second, but then again, she never does. Every time we kiss for the cameras, she’s ready. I always thought it was her playing the part, but with the eagerness she meets my lips and no one around to witness it, I wonder if maybe this isn’t all in my head.
Our lips crash against one another in a tidal wave. There’s tongue and teeth, and it’s so much more than the ones we’ve shared for the sake of appearances. It’s wild and untamed—and it’s the best kiss of my life.
Even with my tongue against hers, I still don’t feel close enough to her. Needing to feel her everywhere, I lift her by the narrow of her waist and wrap her legs around my middle. It gives her more height, allowing my tongue even deeper into her mouth.
Her hands wrap around my neck as she pulls her body closer to mine. I back her up, pressing her body up against the door so my hands can explore more of her. She moans, and I love that I get to taste it. I slide my hand until I cup her ass, reveling in the way she arches her back.
“Fuck,” I growl, ripping my mouth from hers only to kiss along her neck. All I’ve thought about every time we’ve had to give each other a chaste kiss for the cameras was how badly I wanted to taste her skin. I want to nip at her neck, to feel her racing pulse against my lips.
“Archer,” Winnie moans, and if I hadn’t already given in, that would’ve done the trick. I’m obsessed with the way she says my name. I want to make her say it again and again—just like that. Sultry and a little raspy as she gives in to the temptation between us.
“You’re too fucking tempting,” I tell her, my tongue caressing a red mark left by my teeth. She stretches her neck, allowing me more access to her skin. She gives me so much room to explore, and I don’t know what I want to do first.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I tell her, knowing I have no intention of stopping right now.
“Why?”
I laugh, my breath tickling her throat as I kiss along her collarbone. “We may be married, but it’s supposed to be business between us. And this…” I bite down on her throat, hoping to leave another mark. Her moan only makes me want to do it more, to leave a necklace of hickeys along her neck to claim her as mine. “This doesn’t feel like business.”
“This can be business,” she pants, rocking her hips against me.
I didn’t choose an outfit based on hiding my cock today, so I know the thin pants I wear do nothing to stop her from feeling how hard I am for her. If she’s going to play this game, I’ll play better. When she rocks again, I let her slide down my body only enough to line her up perfectly with my straining cock.
Her moan undoes me. It takes everything in me to not throw her onto the physical therapy table and have her naked in an instant. I surprise myself by not doing anything except kissing back up her neck until our lips are almost touching once again.
“I don’t mix business with pleasure,” I state, watching her closely for her reaction.
She smiles, her eyes traveling to my lips. “What a shame. I really wanted you to makemypleasureyourbusiness.”Fuck. She knows exactly what she’s doing when she rocks up against me again. I’ve always thought of her as this quiet, reserved woman who was a puppet for her father. But she surprises me at every turn.
My grip on her falters slightly, but it’s enough that she unwraps her legs from me and drops to the ground. Even with her feet back on the floor, she doesn’t stoptouching me. In fact, she grabs on to my forearms and smiles at me with the biggest grin. “Let me know if you ever change your mind about that.” I don’t even realize she’s reached behind her and grabbed the handle of the door until she’s pulling it open and sliding through the opening. “Since we won’t be working out in here, I think it’s time for me to do it out there.”
She disappears, and I’m left standing there watching her, completely speechless. She’s so fucking different than what I thought, and it’s horrible.
