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We walk out together. Brooke moves back to her desk, our fingers brushing. She looks down, and when her gaze returns to mine, her eyes are sparkling.

“Go…I’ll see you tonight. We can talk then,” she says.

I groan, making her laugh, but head towards the elevator; duty calls.

CHAPTER 55

ALEX

It’s getting late when I enter the apartment. Lunch became something more. A thousand questions and answers. What happened with Aubrey? I shouldn’t let one bad relationship sway me for the rest of my life. We’re not designed to be alone. Successful men need support systems, and so it went on.

“Hi,” the voice I’ve been waiting to hear says.

I look up to find her leaning against the wall. She came.

“Hi,” I say. “I’m sorry I’m so late.”

She moves towards me, placing a finger over my lips.

“Don’t apologise.”

I draw it into my mouth and nip it gently. Her lips part, a slow smile building as our eyes lock.

She steps closer, my body filling with warmth.

I wrap my arms around her, every part of me aching to touch more of her.

“I’ve missed you,” she whispers, her hand moving, sliding around the back of my neck.

“Me too,” I say, dropping my forehead to hers. “What now?” I ask.

“Now? I want you to kiss me.”

I moan, pulling her flush against me, plundering her mouth as if I’m starved of oxygen.

Her touch, her taste. I crave all of her.

She returns my kiss with a desperation of her own, her hands sliding under my shirt and her nails digging into my skin, making my muscles contract and quiver.

“God, Brooke, I’ve missed you,” I admit, knowing it’s the truth.

“Not half as much as I’ve missed you,” she says as I suck her bottom lip into my mouth, eliciting another groan.

I slide my hands under her sweater, running them up her sides, taking the material with me until her arms are raised above her head, then I slip it up and off, throwing it to one side.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I say. Her chest is heaving from our kisses.

She grips my shirt, pulling me back towards her, her mouth finding mine, deepening our kiss once more, her fingers working the buttons free before sliding it off my shoulders and down to my wrists.

She pulls back and grins, my hands trapped inside my cuffs.

“A game for later, maybe,” I say, enjoying the twinkle in her eye as she stares at me. “First, I have three weeks to make up for.”

I pull my hands free and throw my shirt on top of her sweater, placing her hands against my now bare chest. The contact sends shards of awareness sparking through my system and straight to my cock.

“What are you doing to me?”

I groan as she leans forward and takes one of my nipples into her mouth. She nips and licks it the way I did hers before I left.