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She sat back again, thinking. She met my eyes again and held them, the tension that had wound me tight sinking deeper. The seconds leaked away, and I hardened, determined I wouldn’t back down. I wanted answers. And I wanted to touch her again, but something told me I’d need to work for it.
I broke first.
“You disappeared, Cat.” My voice was soft. “You vanished.”
And I couldn’t find her. There was no trace, months without a single hint of her. I was so desperate to find her that I waited for hours outside her family’s London townhouse to jump and harass her sixteen-year-old kid brother. I stalked him on his way to school and begged him to tell me where she’d gone like a man half-starved and drunk on heartbreak.
“Oh, Max, honey, baby, no,” she drawled. “You see, you don’t get to come into my office and accuse me of disappearing after the crap you pulled.”
Contempt dripped from her, and I couldn’t resist.
“Come on, love.” I leant forward, slipping a hand out of my pocket to reach for her, to stroke her for the first time in a decade. “Don’t say you’re not glad to see me.”
The tension snapped as she swung her leg up and slammed her left foot between my thighs, the toe of her sinful heel a hair’s breadth from my cock. I jumped back as she shot forward, grabbing the front of my shirt, yanking my face up to hers. For an instant, I thought she might kiss me, but she floored me instead.
“I should pin your balls to the chair and chop them off for what you did to me, you lying piece of shit,” she hissed.
I melted. I fucking melted at how goddamn romantic it was.
I let out a slow breath, heat blending with desire, molten lust flowing through my body to my cock as she pulled me closer. The heat of her breath grazed my lips, and the specks of green shone in her dark crystal-blue eyes. I was so close to groaning in appreciation at the sight of her. Lust bloomed as she panted, my heart picking up the baton she laid down between us. The intensity of the moment was like lightning — the power radiating from her visceral. It was her force, her being. She was clinging to the reins of a beast, ready to leap at me and tear me apart in an instant, and I wanted her to take me down.
“Cat,” I murmured, trying to meet her strength, my excitement building.
Just another inch and she could take my lips, make me hers again.
She dropped me as soon as I opened my mouth, throwing me back into the chair with ease. I fell with a thud, shocked at how she’d handled me.
A vixen had replaced my pretty, polite girl. Raw and fierce, pawing at my need to play. What had made her change so much?
Her foot still held me in place, but she leant back. Her eyes dropped to my cock. How she was affecting me was easy to see.
Her mouth dropped open before her lips twisted into a snarl. “Are you kidding me? Tell me you’re not serious?”
I guess the shirttails weren’t enough to cover my crotch when I was seated.
“Why not?” I smirked, slipping a hand around her ankle, my fingers finding the strip of skin exposed by her stretched leg. I almost shuddered at the contact, her skin sizzling. My cock pulsed at the thought of slipping my hands further and meeting the sweet heat between her legs. It wouldn’t take much. A minor readjustment would have her spread out on the desk before me, my tongue on her pussy, and my name on her lips. “Did you miss me?”
I dragged my eyes up her leg, pausing on the V of her thighs before following the line of her jacket to her face.
I wanted her to snap again, see her let loose and go for me, see what she held within her.
I didn’t miss the way her eyes shuttered closed, revealing she shared my lust. She wanted it too, even if she resented me. That was enough for me.
Her eyes shot back open, her face a passive mask. She crossed her arms again, leant back, and grunted, glaring at my hand on her leg like it was boring her.
“I’m waiting.” she sighed.
I could stand, pull her to me, give into this thing hovering between us. She wanted me too, right? I hadn’t mistaken the buzz thrumming under the surface. Was that what she needed?
“For what?” I asked.
“You told Bunny you had something to discuss with me?”
“Aha.” I smiled. “That’s not really a five-minute conversation.” I stroked her again with my thumb. “Have dinner with me.”
“No.” She dismissed me with a shake of her head and a small smile. “Not a chance.”
She brushed me off with ease, like she hadn’t been dragging me up to meet her lips a second ago.
