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I kissed her again. This time, there was no gentleness. I claimed her mouth with a hunger I’d been holding back for weeks, pouring every ounce of need into the slide of my lips against hers. My hand cupped the back of her head, angling her exactly where I wanted her, and she responded with equal fervor—her fingers clawing at my shoulders, her body straining toward mine across the console.

She was practically climbing over the center divider, desperate to get closer, and God, I wanted to let her. I wanted to pull her into my lap and feel her grind against me. But the first time I fucked her wasn’t going to be in a cramped car, no matter how badly I ached for it.

So I kept kissing her instead. Deep, drugging kisses that left her gasping. My teeth scraped her bottom lip, and she whimpered. My tongue swept against hers, and she melted. I kissed her until she was trembling, until coherent thought seemed to have abandoned her entirely.

When I finally pulled back a fraction, the air between us was filled with a heady anticipation and I waited, letting her decide what came next.

“Come upstairs,” she finally whispered against my mouth, the words barely audible.

I smiled against her lips. “I thought you’d never ask.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Raina

This was insane.

The thought circled through my mind on a loop as Simon walked beside me toward my apartment building, his hand warm and secure around mine. Despite the way he’d just ravaged me in his car, kissing me until I couldn’t remember my own name, he was the perfect gentleman now. Calm. Composed. Like we were simply two people returning from a pleasant evening out.

We stepped into the elevator, and I pressed the button for my floor. The doors slid closed, sealing us inside the small space.

I glanced at him and caught my breath.There.The heat in his eyes hadn’t dimmed. It was banked, controlled, but unmistakably present—a promise of everything that was about to happen between us. My stomach flipped, desire curling low in my belly.

I’m going to sleep with my boss.

The rational part of my brain screamed that this was a terrible idea. That we’d already complicated things beyond repair with our fake dating arrangement, and this would only make everything worse. That mixing business with pleasure was a recipe for disaster on so many levels.

But another part of me—the part that had been aching for Simon since that first kiss at the gala—didn’t care about any of that. I wanted him. More than I’d wanted anyone in a long time. And tonight, I was going to have him.

The consequences could wait until morning.

The elevator opened, and we walked down the hall in charged silence. My hands trembled slightly as I unlocked my door, and I wondered if he noticed. Probably. Simon noticed everything.

We stepped inside, and I set my purse and keys on the small table by the entrance. The apartment was dark except for the glow of the city lights filtering through the windows, casting everything in soft shadows.

I turned to face him, and that’s when Simon stopped being a gentleman.

He backed me into the nearest wall so fast I gasped, his mouth claiming mine in a kiss that was hard and hungry and utterly demanding. His hands wereeverywhere—sliding up my sides, tugging at the hem of my jersey, then pulling it over my head and tossing it aside before I could even catch my breath.

I returned the favor with equal urgency, my fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine. The fabric parted and I pushed it off his shoulders, my palms finally connecting with the hard planes of his chest.

God.He was even more beautiful than I’d imagined. All lean muscle and warm skin, his abs tensing beneath my exploring fingers. I traced every ridge, every contour, while he continued to kiss me until my lips felt swollen and bruised in the best possible way.

His hands found the clasp of my bra, and within seconds it joined my shirt on the floor. His fingers quickly went to my jeans, working the button and zipper and impatiently shoving the denim down my hips and legs until I could kick it away.

I stood before him in nothing but my panties, breathing hard, my entire body thrumming with need as Simon’s gaze raked over me. Slow, appreciative,hungry.His hands followed suit, fondling my full breasts and lightly pinching my nipples before reverently trailing his fingers along the dip of my waist and the curve of my hips. Then his hands were on my ass, grippingfirmly as he lifted me off my feet. I wrapped my legs around his waist instinctively, loving the feel of his solid, bare chest against my sensitive nipples, and shivering as his hard length pressed against my aching pussy through the thin barriers of our remaining clothes.

“Bedroom?” His voice was a husky, demanding rasp.

“End of the hall,” I managed, then lost the ability to speak as I buried my face in his neck, kissing and lightly biting the sensitive skin there. A deep growl erupted from his chest, his fingers digging into my thighs as he carried me through the apartment.

We made it to my bedroom, and Simon lowered me onto the mattress with surprising gentleness. I settled back against the pillows, watching as he stripped off his jeans, then his black boxer briefs. I felt my nipples tighten at the sight of him, and a fresh wave of arousal flooded through me as I took in the thick, mouth-watering length of his jutting cock.

Simon crawled onto the bed, his movements slow—a little predatory, and deliberate. His fingers hooked into the sides of my panties and dragged them down my legs, discarding them somewhere on the floor.

Then he pushed my legs wide apart and I shamelessly let them fall open.

A low, tortured groan escaped him when he saw how wet I already was. “Christ, Raina.”