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Laura is letting herself in, tucking a piece of her bright red hair behind her ear.
Well. There’s another thing I am far too old for.
“Hi, Mr. Donovan,” Laura says, almost shyly.
She closes the door behind herself and looks over at Piper’s empty desk. When her eyes turn back to me, her cheeks flush a little pink.
Memories of our last night together—two days ago now—are so thick in the room, it’s like a fog.
I push away from the window and meet her at the edge of my desk. I lean against it, just a little, and she stops a completely and utterly appropriate distance away.
“Ms. Jenson sent me,” Laura explains. She offers me a thick stack of files.
I groan. “Tell me those aren’t the new cases.”
“I could, but I would be lying.”
“Great,” I sigh heavily and take the files. There’s at least two hours’ worth of reading here, if I was being thorough. “Thank you, Miss James.”
“You’re welcome, Mr. Donovan.” She doesn’t step away. Instead, she bounces on the balls of her feet.
The suit she’s wearing today is atrocious. The color is a terrible off-pink, somewhere between beige and salmon. The pants are at least a size too big, cinched in at the waist with a brown belt. Her suit jacket is gone, but the white shirt she wears is stiff and thick.
She’s so beautiful, even in this ghastly outfit, that I become immeasurably grateful that she has only ugly work clothes. If she looked even a bit better, I would lose myself completely.
She smiles.
That’s enough to count as better and I do, in fact, lose myself.
I toss the files on my desk.
I grab her by the waist, tugging her to me.
Laura squeals softly in surprise. Her hands fly to my chest, eyes bright and dancing.
“David!” she laughs, and I can feel it reverberating against me.
“You,” I say, leaning in to press a soft kiss to the shell of her ear. She shivers in my arms. “Are far, far too tempting.”
“David,” she breathes my name out, not a disapproval or a plea for more, but somewhere between them.
I kiss her jaw. Then I move my mouth, pressing down her throat, across her chin, up her cheeks.
When I kiss her lips, they’re already parted for me.
The kiss is instantly heated. Laura’s hands clench hard in my shirt. I can feel her nails against my skin through the material. She kisses me like she’s imparting wisdom. Her tongue and lips move hard and fast, and her chin presses into mine. It’s a firm kiss.
Heat flashes through my gut. I feel it like a warning.
“Laura,” I groan, pressing my forehead to hers.
She’s breathing heavily. Her breasts brush against me with each heavy inhale.
“You’re…” she trials off, shaking her head.
I pull back. My hand is on her face. I don’t remember reaching for her.
I let it linger there for a second, cupping her jaw. My thumb is on her lips. When she wraps her wide, red lips around my thumb, just for a moment as she presses her tongue against the flat of my thumbprint, my cock leaps to attention.
