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Authors: Lea Griffith
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seeing her wrapped around their boss was bad enough. Anyone else would have tipped it straight to mondo-bizarro land and she would’ve been toast. Speech was beyond her at the moment.
He inhaled slowly, his face granite while the look in his eyes made her heart whump-thump, whump-thump. He started to reach for her, must’ve though better of it, and pushed that hand through his silky brown hair. His shirt was wrinkled where she’d grabbed onto him, and his cheeks were ruddy. She didn’t venture down below chest level. She’d probably sob if she saw his hardness outlined against his gray suit pants.
She was done for. A goner. So susceptible to this man she didn’t know how to react to the thought. The fact he was her boss not even on her radar when their lips met. The fact that she had insane responsibilities; again, not an issue when their bodies touched. She wiped a shaky hand across her face and stood. The elevator wasn’t moving. Why wasn’t the elevator moving?
*
Ryan was in so much trouble with Sophie Hanson. The things the woman did to him should be outlawed. She was slowly becoming a need. Like a crack addict who couldn’t put down the pipe, he was having a hard time keeping his hands, his lips, hell, his body off hers. The buzz he got off her was nothing short of addictive.
He’d had no intention of practically molesting her in the elevator, yet he’d done just that. She was a siren with her ivory skin, midnight hair, luscious red lips, and curvy body. She called to him, and he was going insane trying to deny it. He was a man being lured irrevocably by the call of a woman. His stomach clenched. His woman.
A hardened soldier who’d been through too many battles to count, Ryan couldn’t figure out why he had no control over the raging lust she roused in him. It was borderline painful. And there she stood, breasts rising and falling beneath a wet, navy-blue silk shirt, nipples peaked and begging for his tongue.
His hands itched. Hell, they always did around her. His head ached from the way he ground his teeth together. And his dick? His dick was a steel spike needing the softness of her pussy to ease the ache inside it. He adjusted himself and watched as she struggled to right her clothes.
She threw him surreptitious glances every now and then, and he caught her staring at the elevator’s digital readout, trying to decipher why they weren’t moving. The reason was simple; he’d hit the emergency stop. They wouldn’t be going anywhere until he damn well wanted them to.
As crazy as this insane attraction to her was, he couldn’t begrudge it. Sure he was her boss, sure Hayden had his doubts about her, but it was an inescapable fact Ryan was drawn to Sophie Hanson. It was as obvious as the hard dick that refused to stop tenting his pants. None of this would stop until he had her.
“Sophie, I didn’t mean for this to happen again,” he murmured and then winced when disbelief broke over her face.
“You followed me into the elevator. You—you—well, damn it, you—” She waved a hand between them, clearly at a loss for words. “You backed me up against the wall and you kissed me.”
Her voice had risen, and Ryan continued to push her. She got out of sorts pretty easily, and he had a feeling that’s when she was the most truthful about her feelings. Did she feel anything for him? Was that really the question? Shouldn’t he be asking himself did he feel anything besides lust for her? Anything at all to make this venture into crazy worth the risk?
“You liked it.” He threw it out there for two reasons. One, he wanted to see if she’d deny it and, two, he wanted to see her hazel eyes sparkle with indignation.
She drew in a sharp breath. And Ryan got what he wanted. Anger burned off her as her eyes brightened into blue-brown-green diamonds. Would she tell the truth of it, too?
She fought it, great God almighty she fought it. But in the end, what he knew to be her inherent perspicacity won
He inhaled slowly, his face granite while the look in his eyes made her heart whump-thump, whump-thump. He started to reach for her, must’ve though better of it, and pushed that hand through his silky brown hair. His shirt was wrinkled where she’d grabbed onto him, and his cheeks were ruddy. She didn’t venture down below chest level. She’d probably sob if she saw his hardness outlined against his gray suit pants.
She was done for. A goner. So susceptible to this man she didn’t know how to react to the thought. The fact he was her boss not even on her radar when their lips met. The fact that she had insane responsibilities; again, not an issue when their bodies touched. She wiped a shaky hand across her face and stood. The elevator wasn’t moving. Why wasn’t the elevator moving?
*
Ryan was in so much trouble with Sophie Hanson. The things the woman did to him should be outlawed. She was slowly becoming a need. Like a crack addict who couldn’t put down the pipe, he was having a hard time keeping his hands, his lips, hell, his body off hers. The buzz he got off her was nothing short of addictive.
He’d had no intention of practically molesting her in the elevator, yet he’d done just that. She was a siren with her ivory skin, midnight hair, luscious red lips, and curvy body. She called to him, and he was going insane trying to deny it. He was a man being lured irrevocably by the call of a woman. His stomach clenched. His woman.
A hardened soldier who’d been through too many battles to count, Ryan couldn’t figure out why he had no control over the raging lust she roused in him. It was borderline painful. And there she stood, breasts rising and falling beneath a wet, navy-blue silk shirt, nipples peaked and begging for his tongue.
His hands itched. Hell, they always did around her. His head ached from the way he ground his teeth together. And his dick? His dick was a steel spike needing the softness of her pussy to ease the ache inside it. He adjusted himself and watched as she struggled to right her clothes.
She threw him surreptitious glances every now and then, and he caught her staring at the elevator’s digital readout, trying to decipher why they weren’t moving. The reason was simple; he’d hit the emergency stop. They wouldn’t be going anywhere until he damn well wanted them to.
As crazy as this insane attraction to her was, he couldn’t begrudge it. Sure he was her boss, sure Hayden had his doubts about her, but it was an inescapable fact Ryan was drawn to Sophie Hanson. It was as obvious as the hard dick that refused to stop tenting his pants. None of this would stop until he had her.
“Sophie, I didn’t mean for this to happen again,” he murmured and then winced when disbelief broke over her face.
“You followed me into the elevator. You—you—well, damn it, you—” She waved a hand between them, clearly at a loss for words. “You backed me up against the wall and you kissed me.”
Her voice had risen, and Ryan continued to push her. She got out of sorts pretty easily, and he had a feeling that’s when she was the most truthful about her feelings. Did she feel anything for him? Was that really the question? Shouldn’t he be asking himself did he feel anything besides lust for her? Anything at all to make this venture into crazy worth the risk?
“You liked it.” He threw it out there for two reasons. One, he wanted to see if she’d deny it and, two, he wanted to see her hazel eyes sparkle with indignation.
She drew in a sharp breath. And Ryan got what he wanted. Anger burned off her as her eyes brightened into blue-brown-green diamonds. Would she tell the truth of it, too?
She fought it, great God almighty she fought it. But in the end, what he knew to be her inherent perspicacity won
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