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It’s more than I can take, the frantic gasps, the way her body squeezes mine. I bury myself deep and let go.

CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX

Rae

MY ENTIRE BODY TENSESup in the first seconds of orgasm. Clamped so tight I couldn’t move if I had to.

This feeling… it’s not just sex. It’s warm and right. Like a hug. But fucking. I’m also angry, though for just this moment, I can’t remember why.

A second after I go, he pushes deep and pulses inside me.

It’s remarkably quiet, I realize after floating in my brain for a while. Quiet and safe.

Probably reeks like sex in here, which isn’t something that I’d mind except we are… Oh god. At work. Again.

I pat Grant’s head. After a second, he lifts his face from where it’s been buried in my neck. Still breathing hard. Still quiet.

“Uh… Thanks,” I say, awkward and weird and also, like, rocked from another Grant Bowman orgasm.

“Huh?”

“Could you…?”

“Yeah.” He tightens his grip on my ass for a handful of seconds before slowly releasing me to the floor. “You okay?”

I nod, adjusting to the feel of solid earth beneath my feet.

Oh god. What did we just do?

“I should go,” I say, shimmying my skirt back into place.

He doesn’t reply, but I imagine his brows lowering.

“No glowering,” I say.

“You can’t see me.”

“I can hear it.”

He snorts. “Those rules are gone, remember?”

“I’m reconsidering that.” A weak smile cuts through the tears clogging my throat. He bends and takes my lips in a kiss that’s deep and wet and so intimate there’s no way I can pretend we didn’t just do this. Any of it. All of it.

“You go first,” he finally says, giving me one last kiss for good measure. “I’ll take my time.”

With a nod, I straighten my clothes, open the door, and, once I confirm the coast is clear, head back to the front desk like nothing’s happened.

On the outside, at least. Inside, I have no idea what’s going on. I’m a mess. A mixed-up ball of confusion.

I’m ashamed of what I’ve just done, and guilty that I did it with the man who fired Sam.

Worse than that, though, is the part of me that wants him again. And not just until he leaves Sugar, but forever.

Yeah, that part’s bad news.

CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN

Rae