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“I sent you an email.” She takes a step forward.

“I got it.”

She worries her bottom lip with her teeth before taking a second step toward me. “I put everything in the email. As you can see, we’re ahead of schedule and are moving into the next sectors that I outlined for you in week one. We also were able to confirm no new inquiries were discovered. Well, there were a handful we’re running again just to double-check, as there were errors in the documents, but nothing linked to this. We’ll correct those anyway, and I’ll send you a follow-up report on that once it’s done.”

“Perhaps I didn’t make it clear what I expect from these meetings.” I stand and take my time coming closer to her, putting my hands in my pockets to appear nonthreatening.

“And what is that?”

I reach out quickly, snatching her waist and pulling her body flush to mine.

“You. Here. With. Me. Where you belong.”

I waste no more time and kiss those lips I’ve dreamed about every night. The same ones I’ve thought about as I pleasure myself in the shower each morning.

I catch the scent of honeysuckle as I taste the fresh minty flavor on her tongue, like she’d just popped a mint into her mouth a moment before being dragged here by Marco. She resists for a moment before she reaches out and grabs my arms, which I have locked around her in an embrace as she hangs on tight.

I settle once I’ve had my appetizer, but not my fill. I’ll never have enough of that.

“Let’s try this again. Hi,” I say with a kiss to the tip of her nose.

She smiles as she melts in my arms and leans her head against my chest. “Hi.”

I rest my chin on the top of her head, and we stay like that for a few minutes.

“You weren’t trying to avoid me, Wildflower, were you?”

I feel her stiffen, and I grin, happy to know I understood her actions.

“Maybe a little,” she mumbles into my chest.

“Hmm. Perhaps I didn’t make myself clear on a few things.” Just like last time I did this, I sweep her into my arms with ease before walking around my desk and setting her on it, moving my hands to her sides and caging her in.

Her eyes are wide and wild, just like her spirit. Her mouth is open as if to protest, but she doesn’t. Instead, a blush covers her cheeks from whatever thought just crossed her mind. One I’m dying to know about.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing.” It comes out fast and breathless, leading me to many ideas that have me grinning down at her.

“Liar, liar, pants on… oh, but you don’t have any pants on, do you?” I glance down at the flowy, high-waisted black skirt. There seems to be a lot of fabric between me and what I desire.

“But do you have any panties on is the question.” My eyes flick to her face as I run my fingers down the outside of her fabric-covered legs until they trace the edge of her skirt. Her breath hitches, but nothing more. Not even when I slide my hands, one on each knee, up her legs, bunching her skirt up as I go.

“What are you doing?” she whispers as she looks back at the door, panic setting in for a moment.

“Checking.”

“Checking if I have panties on? I do.” She attempts to push one of my hands away while resting on her other one to keep looking at the door, worrying that someone will come in at any moment.

I run my nose along the column of her neck, taking in her honeysuckle scent.

“God, you smell good.” I lick her just below the earlobe to chase away the shiver that racks her body at my words. “Taste even better.” I swear I can taste honeysuckle on her neck, and it makes me far more curious to know what it would taste like between her thighs.

We might have made love for hours a few days ago, but I was never able to get to all of her for as long as I wanted. She isn’t a tour where you stop at each interesting part and move on quickly. She’s meant to be savored. Every part of her. On Monday, my mouth, when not attached to her lips, spent time worshiping her breasts. They were far too captivating to move past at the time. Today, I plan to explore all of her to my heart’s content.

Her eyes squeeze shut and her legs would, too, if I weren’t holding them open with my hands almost to the center of her.

“But I still need to be sure.” I’m vibrating with need for her. I’m half out of my mind with lust at what’s about to happen. My mind won’t let me think about a single other thought than what my mission has become.