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“Do you really want to see what I could do to you?”
I was almost holding him against my chest. His knees caged my thighs as I pushed myself closer. I wanted his hands on my body, around me, kneading me as I brought him to me.
We were hovering on the edge of this thing that had taken me over, the pressure in my chest intense. Each inhale tightened my grasp on him.
I wanted to pounce.
“Yes,” he whispered so quietly I could barely hear him. “Show me, Kitty Cat. Do your worst.”
I was so close, inches between us, the thinnest barrier of air stopping me from tasting him. One of us had to move. We needed to move. I couldn’t do this now. It would be too much.
His hands were on my back, stroking, caressing, softening me into his embrace. He was pulling me closer, or I was pulling him. All I knew was that we clung to each other, nearly there. I hated him for this. I hated how free I was in this moment. When my need for his taste was stronger than anything else, I forgot where I was, when I was. It was just Max and me, locking ourselves together, clutching at this need for closeness.
His breath tickled my skin, and I ran my tongue over my bottom lip. The scratches were elegant, his face was beautiful, and his body was so, so hot. Even through layers of clothing, I could feel the heat pulsing from him.
“Show me what you want to do to me.”
His plea broke down the last wall, and I pushed through the warning signs, steeling my fingers around his ears, preparing to take his lips.
He knew. He saw the last of my resistance break, and he sighed in relief as he closed his eyes and relaxed his grip.
But there was a knock at the door. He thrust his head back, jumping out of my grasp, his eyes wide in shock. An explosion of panic and despair quickly dwarfed the sharp stab of disappointment — at him, at myself, and at whoever was interrupting us.
I flew back, shaking off the whirlwind of emotions flying through me as his face settled into a cool mask. Without hesitation, he wrapped his scarf around his neck, so composed, so perfectly neat.
The back of my thighs hit the desk, more by accident than design. I leant back, folding my arms, thankful for the padded bra restraining my aching nipples.
But how was I meant to calm the thundering in my heart in the two seconds it took for the door to open? Max looked like he handled it well enough.
Dom stuck his head through the door, his eyes quickly scanning the scene before him. “Cat, babe, I just wanted to check if we were still on for lunch today? Seeing as Bunny cancelled and all.”
My face broke into a smile. My knight in shining armour, coming to rescue me from myself.
Without hesitation, he strode across the room, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and leaning down to kiss my cheek. He didn’t even blink at the way Max and I were positioned or the well of emotions I was sure showed on my face. My heart was pounding, shame flicking inside me, my pussy pulsing. I was a walking cliché.
Dom wore one of his shit-eating grins as he leant back. “Oh. You have company.”
He sounded disappointed, though it was clear he knew who I was meeting with.
“We’re done here, actually.” I gave Max a cold look, glad my voice stayed so composed.
“Where do you want to go again, my little Kitty Cat?”
I curled my fingers around Dom’s thick arm as I gazed at him in adoration. He knew exactly what he was doing, driving the knife deeper by using my nickname. I needed that harshness now. I needed Max to feel like this was a slap in the face so that he couldn’t pull me into this situation again. I was stupid to let myself fall into his trap.
“I’d like at least an hour to go over the Granger file. I don’t have any meetings this morning, so come to my office when you’re finished.” He dropped a kiss on my forehead.
Max had slouched back into the chair, his long hair half hiding his face, his green eyes still reaching inside me and pulling me to him. I caught his knuckles flexing. His brow would break in half if he scowled any harder.
“I’ll come upstairs with you now. We can look at Granger’s case together. Mr Rider and I have nothing more to discuss.”
I turned and grabbed the prenup off my desk. I was giddy, so high from almost kissing him that my hand trembled as I felt the still-present ghost of his hands on my back.
“I’ll get Lucy to make copies and send them to you and Bunny,” I said to Max, turning back to them.
I clung to Dom, holding him tight enough to grab his attention. Max’s fingers drummed against the chair, his leg bouncing, his thick stare weighing me down. Even as we spoke, I couldn’t stop my gaze from trailing to those ten rings riding his ear.
He’d worn them all this time? For me? A new one every year?
