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“We can toast to that later.” Because right then, the only job I cared about was making her come as many times as possible. Something like uncertainty washed over her face and made my stomach drop. She wasn’t having second thoughts, was she? “Listen. There’s something we should talk about.” No. She was not turning me down now. “I already know what you’re going to say, so you don’t have to put yourself through saying it,” I murmured. “Really?” She offered another playful grin while lifting her glass to her luscious lips. “You’re a mind reader now? What was I going to say?” “That you don’t know what you were thinking when you agreed to this earlier. It’s a mistake, the heat of the moment, whatever. You’re coming up with reasons why we shouldn’t do this.” Taking her glass from her hand, I set it down along with mine, then hooked a finger under her chin to tilt her head backward until we were eye to eye. “All I can do is give you a reason why we should.” Leaning in, I brushed my lips against hers, my breath catching at the contact. Heat sizzled through me, and the urge to deepen the kiss was almost too much to resist, but I wanted all of her tonight, meaning I needed her to let go of her doubts. I needed to know she was in this. She had a thing for surprising me. When I opened my eyes to look down at her, there was no uncertainty there. No regret. “Do I get to tell you what I wanted to say now?” she whispered before her hands slid over my chest like they had before. Fuck me, what was it about her touch that sent me off the way it did? “Go ahead,” I murmured, lowering my head to inhale the scent of her hair again before running my lips over the seashell curve of her ear and making her shiver. “I was going to say we should at least keep it professional while we’re working. During the day, in the office.” She sighed softly, melting against me when I skimmed her neck, peppering soft kisses against her even softer skin. “We need to focus on work when we’re working.” “No arguments there.” Hunger flared to life, deeper and stronger than ever, as my hands slid down her back and over the curve of her ass. “I can be a good boy.” I pulled my head back, grinning down at her before adding, “But I’m much better when I’m bad.” A soft smile touched the corners of her mouth before I covered it with mine. This time, there was no holding back. The need that had been growing in me for weeks exploded all at once before I backed her against the bed. She moaned into my mouth as my tongue stroked hers and my hands stroked her body. When she eased my jacket away from my shoulders, I let it drop, then tossed my tie on the floor with it before reaching for her belt. A quick tug made it fall open, and once it did, I broke the kiss so I could pull my head back to look at her. Her teeth grazed her bottom lip as I slowly and gently opened the robe to reveal her body. She had stripped down to nothing but a black lace thong, and my cock strained behind my zipper as I took in the sight of her full, firm tits and the blush pink nipples tipping them. “You’re so beautiful,” I whispered, sliding the robe over her sculpted shoulders, letting my hands run down her sides before coming to rest on her full hips.