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Oh my God. I was making Jamie hard.

On your knees.

Oh God.

Jamie’s hands went to my waist then. His big, rough, warm hands. My knees went loose, and I slid my fingers down to his shoulders, pulling back enough that our faces were inches apart.

Liquid heat poured through me as I met his eyes. This was wrong. So wrong. But nothing had ever felt so, so right.

But Jamie wasn’t holding on to me to keep me there. He closed his eyes, his grip on my hips tightening. “You need to move away from me, sweetheart.” His voice was a deep, rough note that echoed through my chest.

He gently separated us. Then he turned, his hand pulling hard at the back of his neck. “It’s late,” he said quietly. “I’ll walk you back to your room.”

CHAPTER8

Sarah

That night, I crawled into my bed with the most impure thoughts I’d ever had of Jamie Reilly. I replayed what had happened over and over again, feeling the press of his body against mine, the swelling of his cock between us.

While he’d clearly been affected by the hug, when he walked me back, we still managed to keep up the ease of conversation we’d reclaimed. Relief poured over me like honey, even though as soon as I opened the door, he only lingered a moment before grunting something in response to my thanks and heading back down the hallway.

I’d sighed, leaning against the back of the door. He’d wanted me. At least physically. And God, I wanted him. More than I’d ever wanted someone before. Even though it was all wrong. Despite how much he’d helped me tonight, he was still my jerk boss. I was still angry with him. I was still leaving.

As I lay in the dark, I thought, of all things, of Hollie Berry.Claim your coal!

Would I dare do that… with Jamie? Would he even let me? What if I told him I was quitting? That he wasn’t going to be my boss anymore?

I let myself fantasize about Jamie again. I slid my hands over my body as I pictured him following me into my room and sitting down in my chair.

“Take off your clothes,” he’d growl.

I wouldn’t offer up an ounce of an argument. I’d strip for him, getting so incredibly turned on while I was doing it that once I was naked, I’d beg him to let me touch him.

He’d pull his cock out of his pants and stroke it while I got down on my knees. He’d slap it against my lips…

I pressed my hand between my legs, moaning softly as I pictured all the things I’d let my boss do to me. A few minutes later, I came—hard—his name on my lips.

I fell asleep smiling.

* * *

Bam! Bam! Bam!

I moaned, turning my face into my pillow. “Go away, George!”

My neighbor George was a septuagenarian with a bad hip. When it was acting up, he’d often knock on my door to ask me to pick his paper up for him, as our apartment building didn’t have an elevator. I loved George, but he had no concept of time. I woke up at six thirty every morning, like clockwork, but he was up earlier.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

I groaned. I’d already downsized from Cincinnati to Quince Valley, but there was something appealing about the thought of no one being close enough to knock on my door, ever.

“Cooper!” The sound of Jamie’s voice shot through me, and I sat bolt upright.

Not George.

Suddenly, I remembered where I was. The hotel. The magic of last night.

Jamie.

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