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“Is there anything else I could do instead?”

I could make a joke about the things I’d like to do with her, but that’s already part of the deal. Instead, I just shake my head, eyes intent on her.

“This is what I want, Lovie. Take it or leave it.”

Lovie blinks, glances down at the paper, seems to consider it. Time stretches, then she finally lets out a breath and nods. “Okay. I will consider?—”

“Not consider. Commit to.”

Her jaw ticks, and I work to keep the smirk from my face.

“Harrison, I’m still not sure it’s the best use of resources.” I make a face at her, and she shakes her head. “If it’s that important to you…fine.”

“Send me an email right now, saying you’re committing to it,” I say, nodding at the phone I can see in her pocket. “That you want to set up a meeting to go over the details.”

She laughs, shakes her head, pulling the phone out. “Master negotiator.”

“That’s right.”

After she sends the email and shows it to me, I nod, and she bends over again, clicking the pen and writing her name in big, feminine loops across the bottom of the page. I watch her, addicted to the way she moves, my cock pressing against the seam of my pants with a determination.

Standing, I lean in from behind her, pop open a pen with my teeth, and scrawl my signature right below hers on the paper.

“Lovie,” I say, already feeling my voice getting thick. I’m half-hard now, and she lets out a breath, rocking back against me, almost like she can’t keep her body from falling into me. “According to that calendar, it looks like you’re ovulating now.”

“Well, starting tomorrow, but?—”

Dropping my mouth to the crook of her neck, I kiss the skin there, soft and tender, loving the way I feel the shivers moving through her body at the touch.

“One thing about me, Lovie, is that I’m a chronic overperformer,” I murmur, dropping one hand down to her waist, using the other to pull her hair to the side, giving my lips better command over her neck.

She lets out a noise but doesn’t manage any words. When I push into her, pressing my cock against her ass, she holds firm, pressing right back into me.

“I want to fuck you over my desk,” I say, bringing my lips to her earlobe and dropping my voice to the quietest whisper I can manage. “I’m going to give you exactly what you want, baby.”

“Okay,” she rasps. Then, her matter-of-fact voice surfacing for just a moment, she tips her head so her lips are just near mine and says, “Lock the door.”

Chapter 13

Lovie

Fucking Harrison in his office isn’t a good idea, but I’m already wet, throbbing for him, and when he steps back to me, a hand planting on the small of my back and pressing me down to his desk, I gasp, core throbbing so hard that I think I might come then and there.

“You have no idea how often I’ve thought about this,” he growls, and I hear the familiar zing of a belt sliding through the loops, then dropping to the floor.

I’m embarrassingly wet, and when Harrison brings his hand to me under my skirt, I expect him to slide my panties to the side again.

Instead, he grips them, sliding them down my legs in one smooth, solid movement.

“Nothing in the way this time,” he grunts, hands sliding back up my thighs, my ass, until my skirt is pulling against my skin.

I reach back, popping the zipper and loosening it enough that he can get it around my hips.

“Oh, fuck yes,” he says, and I brace my hands against the desk, my breath coming in hot spurts that fogs the surface, expecting him to slide inside me in the next moment.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t thinking about it, remembering how well he filled me back on the plane, the quiet, hot tension of that silence. How being silent made it a million times better.

But instead of his cock, I gasp against the hot, insistent flick of his tongue, his face between my legs again, his hands circling around to the front of my thighs to hold me in place.

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