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intent as he took a step toward her. She instinctively stepped backward until she met the cool metal of the elevator wall. It was only a couple of steps, but he stalked her. His big hand came up and drifted over her hair before he stepped flush against her and cupped her face.
    Shock ran through her. The tingle that began in her extremities raced up her body, settled in her abdomen, swirled, and became molten. Where his body touched hers, heat seeped in, making her sag against him and go breathless. He lowered his head, his breath minty and sweet, his eyes hard and determined.
    He was less than a millimeter from her lips when he spoke.
    “Ms. Hanson, there’re two things I need you to do. One, stop getting your shirt wet, and two,” he paused, “stop biting your lip.”
    She gasped and it brought said lips to his. Electricity sparked between them. He groaned before he took her mouth like a man dying of starvation. He flicked her lips with his tongue and just dived in. Her womb clenched, and she grabbed onto his shoulders, tried to climb into his body.
    Sophie couldn’t reach around him, his shoulders were too broad, his frame too large for that, so she settled for digging her hands into his hard, oh-so-delicious pectorals as she struggled to inhale him.
    Tongues dueled, teeth gnashed, mouths offered supplication and were taken. She tasted him, sharp, hot mint that made her eyes roll back in her head. Both of his hands cupped her face now, and his pelvis had aligned with her lower body as he pushed against her, taunting her with his hardness.
    The man was freaking large everywhere. The feel of his shaft rubbing against her made her mewl, the sound uncontained and wild to her own ears. She didn’t care. She wanted him. Desperately. Had never wanted anyone, hell anything , with this driving, all-consuming intensity before.
    His lips devoured hers, and after what seemed like only a split second, he rose away from her slightly. His breath teased a few stray strands of hair that had fallen into her face. His breathing was rough, every lift of his chest causing an ache in her own. Her nipples rasped against his, the wet lace of her bra creating an unbearable friction as his heat soaked into her.
    She looked up, barely able to control the need to pull his head back down to hers. Something indecipherable passed over his features, and the movement of the car brought her back to reality.
    She peered around his shoulder and noticed they’d reached their floor. Horror twisted through her as the doors to the elevator car slowly opened and revealed their office.
    Holy shit. His secretary, Emma, looked up from her perch behind a desk, and her eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets. She looked around nervously, got up, and headed toward the elevator in a way that was clearly alarmed.
    Sophie was stunned into immovability. Ryan leaned back, his head swiveling to the open doors but not bothering to— shit, he can’t move. She was practically wrapped around the man. She had her right leg hooked over the back of his left one and her hands were gripping the front of his shirt as if her life depended on it.
    Chagrin was a blade across the back of her skull. Her heart pounded as fear rushed through her. She released her grip like he’d burned her, and she quickly dropped her leg as she tried to make herself small, so she could hide behind his big body.
    He shot her a look so full of smoke she was surprised she didn’t combust on the spot, but the situation was dire at this point. She heard voices headed their way. Emma made it to the elevator and punched a button. The doors began to close just as a stunningly attractive redhead came into view.
    “Emma! Where’s—” The woman’s voice was muffled and cut off completely as the doors closed all the way.
    The elevator lurched into motion and she sagged against the wall, needing the support now that he’d moved away from her. Thank God she’d been saved further embarrassment. Emma