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I tucked a curl behind her ear. Left my hand there, my thumb against her cheekbone.

Her eyes stayed on mine. “What are you doing?”

“Trying to decide something.”

“What?”

“Whether to do this right or do this now.”

She held very still. “Those are different things?”

“Yeah,” I said. “They are.”

21

COLTON

I shouldn’t have locked the door.

That’s what I told myself as I flipped the bolt and turned off the office light. The rational part of my brain, the part that had spent twenty years making good decisions under pressure, was already filing its objection. She was the owner’s daughter. I’d been here three weeks. I hadn’t even run a full practice cycle yet.

None of that stopped me from turning back around.

She was still in the chair where I’d left her, and the light from my computer screen cut across the left side of her body — the curve of her shoulder, the flush already working down her neck, those brown eyes tracking me as I crossed the room. She’d smoothed her dress back over her thighs. Her hands were in her lap. She looked like she was trying to appear composed and doing about a fifty percent job of it, which was more than I deserved.

I braced my hand against the edge of the desk and hovered over her. Let my shadow cloak her. Her chin tipped up. She didn’t move back.

“This dress looks beautiful on you,” I said as my fingertips trailed slowly up the inside of her thigh.

Those eyes of hers widened as her legs fell open for me. “Th—thank you.”

When her head fell back, I growled. “Eyes on me.”

She snapped her head back up and those half-hooded eyes of hers stared back at me. I hadn’t even reached her panties yet, and she looked like I just cannon-shot her into the heavens.

It would be a masterpiece watching her come undone against my hand.

“Cotton panties,” I said as my fingers brushed against the damp fabric. Brynn gasped, her head falling back again as I dipped my fingers into her clothed slit. “Nice, healthy choice.”

She whimpered softly, picking her head back up. “They…they breathe be-be—better, oh.”

I chuckled as I stroked around her clit with my finger. “Cotton’s always good for a nice breeze.”

Her leg jumped as I hooked my finger along the side of her panties. “Y-y-y—yeah.”

“Eyes on me, beautiful,” I said as my finger finally pulled her panties to the side.

Her thighs spread just a tad bit more for me as she slid down into the chair. “Oh, fuck.”

I chuckled as I towered over her, watching my hand disappear up her dress. The scent of her perfumed the air, made my mouth water as she coated my fingertips in a silky-smooth texture. She smelled like the ocean, salty and alive. I wanted nothing more than to dive my mouth between her legs and devour her until she couldn’t see straight.

But I wanted to watch her first.

“You look so pretty with your legs open for me like that,” I said.

She whimpered at my words. “Colton, fuck. This feels—it’s been—so⁠—”

I pouted playfully as I dipped my finger into her pulsing entrance. “Aw, well that just won’t do.”