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And I sure as hell don’t care if Wyatt and Maverick can hear us.

THIRTY-NINE

Brantley

I haveno idea what I’m doing, but I can’t stop. Not when I have my tongue in Kinsley’s delectable mouth and sure as fuck not when she’s whimpering beneath me.

She tastes so good, feels so right.

But I made myself a promise—I need her to ask for this. I can’t, and won’t, make her want me.

With a groan, I pull back, the sight of her kiss-swollen lips almost making me lose control. Again. Knowing I did that to her fills me with a morbid sense of self-satisfaction. That and the dazed look on her beautiful face.

“Why did you stop?” She blinks up at me, her brows drawn together.

Well, that’s a good fucking question. Apparently I have to be a pain in my own ass too. Sometimes I really annoy myself.

I shake my head and take a step away from her, her hands unfurling from my vest and falling to her sides. “We’re at work, and I?—”

“Please, Brantley.”

I don’t dare move; fuck, I’m not sure I’m still breathing. I might drop dead on the spot, but you know what, at least I’d diea happy man. The way she says my name, ending on a breathy moan—I’m hard as a fucking rock. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. Especially when her hands are back on me, running up my chest and across my shoulders.

I should take another step back. I should wait until we’re not in the office. I really fucking should walk away and let her be, but I can’t. She feels too damn good, and I don’t think I can resist her anymore. I’ve been trying for what feels like years, but it was all in vain. It was inevitable we’d end up here. Especially after my partners had a taste.

“Brantley…I need…” Her breaths are quick, shallow, and as she looks away, a lock of red wavy hair falls in her face.

I brush it back, tucking it behind her ear, and she shivers as my fingers graze her cheek. It takes all my control not to kiss her again, not to take her against this door.

“What do you need?” My voice is harsh, my words strained. I’m barely holding it together, and any minute I might snap. There’s a current running beneath my skin, a livewire set to detonate, to potentially destroy everything we’ve worked hard to create.

When we both give in, we’ll be crossing all sorts of lines, lines I never thought I’d cross in my professional career. I swore I’d never be that guy who slept with anyone on staff, I’d never do anything in the office, and I’d never jeopardize my reputation as an attorney.

But when it’s just the two of us and this undeniable connection we have, none of that seems to matter.

She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and bites down, capturing my gaze with those baby blues of hers. She looks so open, so vulnerable. “You.”

A single word and it tears me in two. I might as well rip my heart out of my chest and hand it to her.

This is exactly what I needed. She wants me for who I am, not what I have or who my best friend is.

My pulse is hammering in my veins and my dick twitches, ready for his turn, but it’s not time yet. Sure, on the inside, I’m elated. On the outside, I’m locked down tighter than Fort Knox. She’s not begging yet; although, at this rate, I’m likely to beg her, even for just one more kiss. “What do you want from me, Kinsley?”

Her eyes flash with heat, her gaze flicking to my desk, and I can barely contain the groan building in my chest. Fuck. She couldn’t be more perfect.

I’ve never fooled around in the office, never even thought about it, but with her, I want to sit at my desk day in and day out, knowing I’ve fucked her on it. And I’m not going to lie, I’m dying to get one of her firsts. Maverick and my brother may have taken her virginity, but I want to be the first to have her in the office.

Her head tilts to the side as she continues nibbling on her bottom lip, a slight pink blush spreading across her cheeks. She stays silence for several seconds, watching me as I stare at her like a fucking predator. One who’s about to sink his teeth into his prey.

Kinsley’s hands curl around the edges of my vest, her voice soft, tentative. “You want me to beg?”

Preferably on her knees right before she chokes on my cock, but I can’t tell her that. Fuck, I’m not sure I can say anything, so I simply nod.

She takes a breath, bites down on her bottom lip once more, and just when I think she’s going to kick me in the balls and walk out, she pulls me toward her. “Please, Mr. Ellis. I need you. I need to know how you feel inside me.”

I’ve never been so hard in my fucking life. “You want me to fuck that sweet cunt of yours?”

Her lashes flutter, and the blush that colors her cheeks has me itching to see it bloom across her chest, to see what she looks like when she comes. “Yes. Please, Mr. Ellis.”

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