Page 42 of The One for Forever

My tongue gets in on the action, stroking against his. Rex groans, his hands traveling down my back to my hips. He spins us both so he’s sitting against my desk, bringing him lower and his mouth even with mine. No more strain on my neck. I stand between his spread knees and wiggle closer to him. Basking inhis heat. The scent of his cologne. He deepens the kiss and sucks my tongue into his mouth.

Rex, Rex, Rex, my heart beats. I feel like a flower that’s been closed up tight. And now, I’m blooming beneath the warmth of his touch. Like he’s my personal sun.

“Please,” I hear myself murmur. I can’t even string two words together.

“What can I do for you?” he asks, voice scratchy, like he’s as blissed-out as I am. His mouth trails to my neck. Sucking gently. Nipping at my skin.

“Anything. Just want you. Please.”

He lifts his head and looks at me. Eyes of dark, smoldering fire. Burning me up from the inside out.

Rex stands suddenly. Reaches behind to sweep a neat stack of paper off my desk, right onto the floor. Papers scatter everywhere.

It’s kind of unhinged, and I love it.

He picks me up and turns to set me on the desk surface. Lays me back. Then he’s tearing at his tie. His jacket. Both wind up on the floor with my paperwork. He leans over me, and I reach for the buttons on his shirt. Is it necessary for bodyguards to wear so many layers of clothing?

He seems to have the same thought, because he gives up and bends over the desk to kiss me again. Like he can’t wait a moment longer. We make out shamelessly, hands roving. My fingers find his belt buckle and try to work it open, which is made far more difficult because our chests and stomachs are pressed together as he pins me to the desk.

And then with a growl he brings his hips against mine. A slight shift, but suddenly I feel him. Long and stiff against my thigh.

“Oh, shit,” I whisper.

“You like that?” He rocks his hips into me again. I gasp.

Rex Easton’s cock is hard for me, I realize. What world am I living in?

The sound of a door slamming breaks me from my trance. My gaze flies to the door of my office, which I realize is wide open. There are footsteps heading down the hallway. The quiet whistle of one of my coworkers leaving for the day.

And Rex has me splayed out on my desk, his shirt-half unbuttoned and my lips swollen from his kisses.

Hell.

He moves quicker than I do. He jumps upright and closes my office door. Then braces his hands against the wood, head bowing between his shoulders. His back moves up and down as he catches his breath. Same as me.

My mind is swimming. I’m lightheaded. I’m in shock at what just happened.

But it wasamazing.

“I am so sorry.” Rex hasn’t moved. He’s still facing the door.

“Sorry? Why?”

“I should not have done that. I lost control. It was…”

Perfect? Incredible? Volcano hot?I’d happily grab my thesaurus for all the ways to describe how great that was. But the realization is quickly sinking in that Rex doesn’t share my elation.

“It was wrong,” he finishes. “I need to go.”

He’s buttoning up his shirt in a hurry. Fixing his belt. He won’t look at me. “The guys on the night shift are outside. Call the main Bennett Security line when you’re ready to leave.” He grabs his jacket from the floor, horror on his face when he surveys the mess of papers.

“But…”

“I am so sorry, Quinn.”

He rushes to the door. While I sit on my desk and stare after him, not saying a damn thing.

Five minutes later,I’m still staring at my dark laptop screen, wondering what the heck just happened.

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