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Everyone around the table shakes their head and begin to gather laptops and notebooks.
“Perfect, thanks everyone,” Brandon says.
“Nice meeting all of you,” I call to them as they exit single file out of the office. I move to stand up, and Brandon yanks my ponytail before I’m able to move off of him.
“Not so fast, Ava. What were you thinking? Wanting to embarrass me in front of my staff?”
I turn to the side so I can see his face. Up this close, I can see the smattering of grey hairs in his close-cropped beard. A few grey strands line his temples, but there’re faint, only catching in the florescent lights of the room.
“I don’t just want to be ordered around. Besides, since I knew you’d be discussing me, I wanted to be present.”
Brandon’s hold on my arm and hair tightens. “That’s not your call.”
I roll my eyes. “Bossy Brandon is back.”
I don’t expect the smile at my words. “You have no idea. Up,” he says.
Loosening his hold but still keeping an arm wrapped around me, we move to exit the meeting room. Though I hear voices from the staff, they are in other offices or the kitchen. The hallway is empty.
Brandon’s long strides eat up the distance back to his office. He pulls me in, shutting the door behind us, and then I hear a lock click into place.
I turn around, looking down at where his other hand is pulling away from the lock. “Why did you?—?”
“Lock the door?” he finishes for me. The wolfish look in his eyes has me nodding because my voice is suddenly not functioning. He’s never looked at me likethatbefore.
Never glanced at me withdesire, with heat crossing his face. I’m turned on and a little frightened. Adrenaline rushes through me, and though, logically, I should back up as his body moves closer, my heels are firmly planted where I stand.
“I locked the door, Ava,” he says as he’s a hairsbreadth away. Our gazes are locked onto each other. “Because I don’t want anyone in this office to see what I’m about to do.”
Brandon reaches around my waist and pulls our bodies flush. With his right hand around my neck, he forces my head closer, though I put up no protest. When our lips touch, we’re both tentative at first. My gasp at the sensation quickly turns our kissing frantic. My body knows exactly what to do. My hands wrap around his neck, and he’s tipping his head down to meet mine. The added height from my boots lines us up chest to chest, hip to hip. Every muscle of his hard body is meshed against my softness.
Our tongues tangle for domination, but Brandon wins the battle when I feel the hand at my waist move up to caress the sides of my breasts. The thin cotton bra allows me to feel every ministration of his nimble fingers. My nipples stiffen. I’m desperate to feel Brandon without these layers of clothing between us.
As he circles my nipples with both hands, my hold tightens around his neck.
“Fuck, Brandon,” I breathe out.
My body is ignited. Brandon begins backing us up, his hands still teasing my tits. I’m desperate to pull this sweater over my head. His touch through our clothes is already singeing me, and I can’t wait to feel Brandon flesh to flesh.
My back hits a wall, and Brandon leans down to kiss my neck. His tongue works in swirling motions with precision. Almost too precise.
I open my eyes to find him looking for my reaction.
“I’m spelling your name,” Brandon whispers.
Damn, if his tongue isn’t driving me crazy. Now I’m wishing my name had more than three letters.
His hands lower to the top of my thighs as his lips returns to mine. He breaks the kiss as he fingers the top of my boot. “These legs of yours drive meinsane. All morning, I’ve been thinking about you and these damn boots. With nothing else on.”
I slide my hands up his hard chest under his sweater. My fingertips graze the smooth thatch of hair along his chest, and I groan at the juxtaposition of hard muscle under soft skin.
Still holding the top of one of my boots, he urges my legs apart. “Spread them.”
I comply at the sound of his raspy voice. I’m affecting him just as much as he’s affecting me.
“Oh, now you want to listen, princess?”
This is when I like being told what to do. “Shut up and kiss me.”
