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“I’m not falling for that line.” She bit off a moan when he nibbled his way down.

“You think it’s a line?”

“Isn’t it?” She had to bite hard on her lip to stop from crying out. He’d reached her breast and was playing with the nipple.

“No.”

“Brady.”

“Hmm.” He was too busy ravishing her nipple as he inched in further. Lifting his head, he pushed deeper into her, emerald eyes darkened, his handsome face flushed with passion. “You feel something.”

“Just shut up.” Digging her fingers into the corded muscles of his neck, she wrapped her legs around his waist. The climax was explosive, proving to her that it wasn’t a fluke, but something real and intense. It was also disturbing.

*****

“I need a sweater or something. I can’t go out looking like this.” She was freaking out. The plan had never been to stay overnight and not only had she stayed the night; she’d opened her eyes to see the sun streaming through the glass ceiling.

“Pick one.” He swept a hand towards the huge closet where there were rows of sweaters in various colors.

Marching over, she grabbed the one on top and pulled it over her head, thankful that it came to her knees. “Don’t you have a company to run?” Grabbing her dress, she put it on the sofa so she could wriggle into her panties. At some point during the night, he’d loosened her braid. Now her curls were tumbling around her face in an untidy mess.

“I only have to go in the afternoon.” Grabbing her around the waist, he lifted her for a kiss.

“Don’t!” She shoved at him and reached for her shoes. “This isn’t going to work.”

“I have socks.” He said helpfully, earning him another glare. Sitting on the sofa, she pulled on the heels and rose to put her jacket on.

“I’ll accompany you- “

“No. I can find my own way.”

Ignoring that, he dragged on her sweater and went after her.

“I said no.”

“I heard you.” Picking her way carefully down the steps, she walked rapidly towards the front doors.

“I need to let you out.”

“Then let me out.”

“Just one thing first.”

“Brady-“ She let out a squeal when he pushed her gently against the door, kissing her until she was like a puddle in his arms. When he ended the kiss, she had to lean against him weakly, her heart pounding like a trip hammer.

“Get off me.” She whispered.

“Why don’t you skip the meeting and we spend the day together?” He was kissing her neck, his hands busily roaming her thighs.

“Let go.”

“It’s hard for me to. Feel how hard I am for you.”

“You’re a walking erection.” She found the strength to push him away, even though her entire body was trembling.

“Okay, fine. I’m leaving early this evening- “

“Good for you. Open the door.”