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Emmaline’s words had unlocked something inside her—a desire to do something for the sake of pleasure. Something reckless and irresponsible and so not her.
    What the hell am I doing?
    Her body ached, burned, throbbed, and soared in more ways than she knew possible. She could still feel the pressure of his lips around her nipple, the hardness of his excitement between her legs. Stifling a groan, Gracie pressed her thighs together to stop the pulsing there…but it didn’t abate.
    “Damn it,” she swore under her breath as the confidence seeped out of her.
    She was making a mistake…a huge one. Des was forbidden fruit and she’d come this close to taking a bite. She didn’t do quickies in a public place. She didn’t throw herself at unsuitable men.
    Stupid, stupid, stupid.
    Trembling hands made the fiddly buttons on her shirt a nightmare and she let out a steadying breath before continuing. She was zipping up her jeans when Des walked back into his office.
    He raked a hand through his hair. The stubborn waves sprang back into position as soon as he released them. “Don’t go.”
    “I shouldn’t have done this.” Her voice trembled as she bent down, scooping up her heels from where they lay, overturned, on the floor. She slipped her shoes on and folded her arms across her chest.
    “Gracie…”
    “This is your place of work.”
    “It’s my business. I’m not going to fire myself and with some of the shit the guys pull, no one here is going to say anything.”
    “Do they all know what we were doing?” A wave of nausea rolled through her. If only the ground would open up and swallow her whole.
    Twenty-seven years old and she’d never been caught kissing a boy, let alone been caught with both proverbial and literal pants down. She brought her hands up to her cheeks and closed her eyes.
    “Of course not.” He swaggered over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “However, if you’re the one making all the noise, I can’t be held responsible for that.”
    “Oh, no.” Shame washed over her. Had she been moaning loud enough to breach the walls of the office? When his lips connected with her breast it was like her whole world went blank. She could have been doing anything. “Please stop.”
    It wasn’t like she was some virginal innocent. She’d had a lot of sex, but most of it happened to be with her ex. Since then she’d found the few— very few—men she’d let into her bedroom to be lacking in all departments. No guy had been able to turn her on like this.
    Des was different…and that was exactly what made him dangerous. She fell apart around him, lost control of her sensibilities. That was never a good thing.
    “I have a new rule for you.” He brushed his lips over her cheek, the stubble on his jaw scraping against her skin.
    “Really?” Rules were comforting; rules were safe. Right now she could do with a little more of that.
    “Yes, the rules according to Des.” His hand stroked her lower back, soothing her. “You should never, ever, ever feel ashamed for being turned on. There is no greater joy in life for a man than seeing a gorgeous woman enjoying herself sexually.”
    “That’s not a rule.”
    “Like hell it isn’t. Rules aren’t purely to stop you from doing things, you know—you can use them for good instead of evil.”
    “I don’t use them for evil.”
    “Then come home with me.” His eyes locked onto hers, two sparkling black gems that were hypnotic in their power over her.
    “Now?” A breath caught in her throat. “But you have a restaurant full of people, you have a business to run, you have—”
    “I have the need to see you splayed out naked on my bed, Gracie.” As if to prove his point he backed her up to the wall of his office and pushed his hips against her. “I have the need to taste every sweet inch of you, to bring you to orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.”
    She sighed, her head rolling back against the wall while he trailed kisses up her