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Chapter six
She rose onto her toes and kissed me.
I caught her shoulders, meaning to stop her. The intention lasted about half a second. Her mouth was warm, desperate, and too good at firing up the hunger I’d fought while in her office.
I broke the kiss and turned my face enough to breathe. “Isabella—”
“No.” Her fingers tightened in my shirt. “I need this.”
“We need to go.”
“I know we do.” She kissed the corner of my mouth, then my jaw, then dragged her lips down my throat. “But this is my one chance to have you and for you to want me back.”
My grip tightened on her shoulders. “This isn’t why I came here.”
“I know.” Her eyes lifted to mine, and she gave me a chaste kiss. “That’s why I want it.”
The words hit low.
So did her hands.
“You stopped from going too far in my office because you said I didn’t owe you my body.” Her fingers tightened in my shirt. “I’m giving it to you now. Don’t make this another thing a man decides for me.”
She grabbed my hips and pushed me back a step.
“You’re the hottest man I’ve ever kissed,” she said, breathless but determined not to let go. “And that’s not the only thing.”
“Stop. This isn’t the time or place for this.” I took a half step away from her.
“No.” Her fingers curled in my shirt, tugging me closer. “This is the only time and place. There’s so much about you that makes me want things I shouldn’t. You came into my office like a brute, and you still treated me better than the men who smile while they use me.”
She yanked my hips forward, our bodies colliding hard enough to make her breath hitch. Fuck, this wasn’t a complication we’d built contingencies for. I was a long way from getting her out the door.
She leaned in and whispered, “It was my job to come after your club. But I didn’t expect you. A dangerous Irishman with a temper and an actual code of honor.”
“Careful. There’s only so much restraint in me, and you’re burning through it fast.”
Her mouth brushed mine again as her hands moved to grip my ass. “Maybe I don’t want the restrained version of you.”
I reached for my phone, forcing her to let go and putting a bit of distance between us.
She stiffened immediately.
“Please don’t make this a team decision.”
“They need to know we’re delayed.”
“Tell them I’m scared,” she demanded, her eyes locked on mine. “That’s all they need to know.”
I studied her for a second.
Then I pulled the phone out of my pocket, unlocked it, and typed fast.
She’s panicking. Need a few.
Rory answered first.
Copy.
