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I pull back enough to see his furrowed brow and stroke his cheek with my thumb. “If I said I wasn’t the type of guy to play games with peoples’ jobs, would you believe me?”

Sloan locks his gaze on mine. “Yes,” he whispers.

“Good.” I pull him in for another kiss, coaxing his lips apart as tenderly as I can despite the voice in my head that wants to devour him. A sultry little groan greets me when my tongue slides along his, and my cock lurches again, a subtle reminder that it wants Sloan to keep petting it.

“Much as I love this, Janice is right outside the door, and I don’t want her to hear what I’m doing to you,” I growl against his mouth.

“You haven’t done anything to me yet,” he says between kisses, so I call his bluff, sliding my hand over the bulge between his legs and giving it a firm squeeze. He shudders, his head tipping back as his mouth falls open. I capture the moan with a kiss before it can escape his lips.

His hands are everywhere, on my thighs, my shoulders, in my hair. I wrap my arms around him, pressing his body to mine and trapping my length against his.Heaven. I rock my hips forward, straining for the friction of his cock along mine before coming to my senses.

Wrapping my hands around his arms, I push him gently away and stand up. The sheet falls to the floor as I walk to my desk and pluck the key card off it, but I make no attempt to catch it. We’re well past modesty.

Sloan stares at me, jaw hanging open, as I stalk back toward him.

“Walk out of here like you’re done and meet me in my room in fifteen minutes.” I press the card into his hand.

“Where’s your room?” His chest heaves erratically as he pockets the key.

“The penthouse. Fifteen minutes.” I give him one last kiss and turn for the bathroom, hoping I can calm myself down enough to walk past Janice without giving away my intentions.

Chapter nine

Sloan

Iturn the key card over and over in my hand, willing my erection to deflate long enough to make my way to the top floor.

What am I doing? This is madness. Carter's technically my boss, with the power to influence my current job and my future. I believe him when he says he won’t do that, not intentionally anyway, but I’m not naïve enough to think there’s no risk involved if I sleep with him.

Accusations of sleeping my way to the top for preferential treatment will follow me if word gets out, and Carter has no control over that. Between the gossip and the fact that my brother-in-law, who I live with, doesn’t fully trust Carter, sleeping with the man is just about the most reckless thing I could do. And don’t even get me started on how much it would disappoint my dad, the man who taught me everything about hard work and integrity.

Yet, I still slink past Janice and take the elevator to the top floor.

I know better. Really, I do. But I can’t seem to make myself walk away. To avoid succumbing to desire. Not after what happened in his office.

Some part of me always wanted to believe a connection was brewing between us. Something beyond just the physical. Knowing that Carteris no more interested than I am in taking risks just for sex tells me I’m right. We may respond to each other physically, but that’s not the only thing pulling us together.

There’s an audible click when the key card slides into the lock, the light on the door changing from red to green. I push it open and step inside, momentarily forgetting my purpose when I see the room.

It’s beautiful in a sterile sort of way. Wood floors with plush area rugs, couches piled with expertly arranged throw pillows, a gleaming white kitchen, and floor to ceiling windows overlooking the mountain. Nothing is out of place, making the room seem like it’s for show instead of living. I wonder if that’s because it’s cleaned regularly, or the occupant spends more time in his office than his apartment.

I’m so absorbed in my surroundings I don’t hear the door open, though I register the desire spilling off him seconds before his arm snakes around my waist from behind.

The bulge in his pants presses into my back as he kisses my neck, causing my skin to pebble with anticipation. “I’ve been thinking about this for weeks.” His hand snakes down into my boxers, and I inhale sharply as long fingers wrap around my reawakened length.

I relax into his warmth, resting my head against his chest as his fingers tease light circles over my crown. “Me, too,” I sigh.

“What did you think about?”

“I thought about touching you. Reaching under the sheet and taking you in my hands.” My breath hitches as he gives me a languid tug, shooting a wave of pleasure straight to my core.

“Like you did earlier.” The low rumble in his voice makes my belly flutter.

“Yes.”

“Then what?” His finger ghosts over my slit, spreading precum around my head as he licks and sucks along my neck. My eyelids drift shut as I savor the gentle pressure between my legs.

“I’d pull the sheet off so I could see you. Put your cock in my mouth.” I feel my cheeks flush as words I never intended to say pass through my lips.

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