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He cocked an eyebrow at her. “Why not?”
She slumped down in the chair.
“Everything. I just want to. . . .” Her eyes widened and she shut her mouth. She couldn’t tell him what she wanted. Not here. Not at work. They were outside the bubble of their apartment. Any moment someone could come in to talk to them.
It wasn’t Jonah’s fault she couldn’t control herself better. She’d never felt this way in her life. Her infatuations had nothing on how consuming her obsession with Jonah hounded her. He’d engraved himself on her very being. Her mind knew to focus on work, but with him close, everything shut down and all she wanted was his hands on her. His mouth exploring hers. His body between her legs.
“What do you want, little bird?” His low, quiet voice was like satin sheets against her naked skin. Could she come from just his voice? She wasn’t willing to sit around to find out.
Hitting print on the open file on her desktop, she stood abruptly and went the long way to the door to avoid passing close to him. “I’m. . . .”
He stood.
She held her hand up to ward him off. She needed to breathe air without his ocean scent in it. “I need to get something off the printer.”
* * *
Lacy slipped outof the room and Jonah took a deep breath. Her scent lingered in the air, mixed with the perfume. He tipped his head and stared up at the ceiling. An edge of suppressed desire hung between them. It prevented them from doing their job effectively.
Maybe he just needed an excuse to relieve the ache being near her caused. He glanced over and saw Lacy’s shoes beside her chair. He couldn’t help smiling at his little bird being so worked up she crossed the office without her shoes on. Her little toes curling into the carpet with each step.
Fuck. He rubbed his neck as he turned his helpless stare at the door. He should give her time to get her mind back onto work. He should be doing the same.
Unfortunately, the only thing he could think about was Lacy’s lips slightly parted. The surprised ecstatic look that crept over her face as she hurled into an orgasm. The warm snugness of her wrapped around his cock when she exploded all around him.
Fuck it. He opened the office door and took note of where everyone was. Emily sat at her desk on the phone. Drew, Morgan, and Phoebe had left to give the new client a presentation at their office and wouldn’t return for at least an hour. Logan and Claire headed toward the breakroom. If he and Lacy were quick. . . .
He didn’t let himself finish his thought as he entered the copy room. Because if he was smart, he wouldn’t do anything with Lacy at work. Lacy stood at the copier staring down at the papers in her hands. The room easily could have been an office so it had a lock on it. Before he could talk himself out of it, he snicked the lock in place.
Setting the papers down, Lacy glanced behind her toward him. “What—”
He closed the distance between them as she turned to face him. His lips crashed down over hers like he hadn’t kissed her in weeks. Her arms wrapped around his neck without hesitation. At her sigh of surrender, he gentled the kiss, lightly coaxing her to open to him.
She whimpered slightly before she pressed up on her toes to meet his demanding lips. His chest rumbled in approval as he lifted her up against the copier to get closer. She wrapped her legs around his waist and they both gasped as his erection settled against her intimately.
He leaned his forehead against hers as they tried to catch their breath.
“What are we doing?” she said softly. Her fingers whispered over the tight skin of his neck. Her dark eyes locked on him with so much trust he knew deep down he didn’t deserve this woman or what she let him do with her. But he also knew he wasn’t strong enough to walk away right now.
“Releasing the tension.” He nipped at her luscious bottom lip. His hand slipped beneath her shirt to tease her nipple.
“Here?” She gasped and didn’t try to pull away.
“You know somewhere better?” He grinned against her lips, before teasing them with his tongue and teeth. His fingers slipped beneath the cup of her bra to circle her nipple.
She shook her head and met his gaze with her desire-laden eyes. “Now.”
The copier beeped as she leaned against it slightly.
He lifted her off it and whispered against her lips, “If we break the copier, they might figure it out.”
“True.” Her eyes glowed with mischief.
He let her legs slip down from his hips. “You should wear more skirts.”
“I’ll try to remember.” She smiled as her hands went to work on her pants.
Undoing the buttons on her shirt, he leaned down to kiss the exposed flesh of her breasts. He flipped the cup of her bra out of the way and latched onto her nipple. A growl rumbled in his chest at the feel of her tight nipple against his tongue. Her breath was short and quick near his ear. She kicked her pants off to the side and grabbed his belt.
