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WILDKAT: Yes.

SAVAGE: How does it feel?

WILDKAT: Good. God. I’m so wet.

SAVAGE: I’m so hard I could pound nails.

WILDKAT: Savage, I really have to go.

He shot a glance in her direction. Her cheeks were flushed,her lips damp. She looked as if she was about to come. Right there. In front ofhim. The thought made his cock jerk in a sympathetic reaction. He felt a littlecum try to spurt out so he clenched his muscles to hold it in. They had to endthis soon or he’d be dropping a load right in his Dockers. How awkward wouldthat be?

SAVAGE: Okay, Wildkat, but before you go diddle your pussyin the bathroom—and I know that’s what you’re going to do—I have one morerequest of you.

WILDKAT: What?

He watched her out of the corner of his eye. She wasundulating in her chair, practically twitching with the hunger he’d instilledin her. That thought nearly undid him but he resolutely clenched his balls andtyped.

SAVAGE: No more boring beige. Tomorrow I want you to wearsomething red.

Abruptly, he logged off. As soon as he did, she threw herhead back with her eyes closed. This allowed him a moment to study her, to seeher as she really was, behind the wall she’d so carefully built. His Katherine.His Wildkat.

She was a hot little piece of ass.

And she was his.

As soon as she disappeared into the ladies’ room, he leaptup and made a beeline for the executive washroom he shared with Tristan andJack. Just to be sure he had the privacy he knew he was going to need, helocked the door behind him.

His orgasm was nearly immediate. Glorious. Triumphant.

She was his.

Chapter Six

They worked late into the night, all of them staggeringaround the office, bleary eyed, long after midnight. Adam never even went home.He curled up on the sofa in Tristan’s office and took catnaps when he got tootired to see the words on his computer. His torment over the recent discoveryabout Katherine didn’t make life any easier—especially when, at the moment,there was nothing he could do about it.

He wasn’t sure he should.

There was that damn rule, after all.

Tristan would have a fit if he broke the rule. Hell, Tristanwould have a fit if he bent the rule.

Aw, to hell with Tristan.

It wasn’t his brother’s insistence that they both avoidromantic relationships in the workplace that had him hesitating. If he washonest with himself, he had no intention of honoring that stupid rule anyway.If he could have Katherine splayed before him in carnal bliss right now, hewould.

But he knew instinctively it was better to do it right thanto do it right now. Forcing a face-to-face confrontation with Katherine wouldbe a disaster.

If he tipped his hand and revealed he was Savage before shewas ready to hear it, she would likely perish from embarrassment and cut offall contact. He couldn’t bear the thought. He needed to draw her in. Bring hercloser, cement their bond—as Adam and Katherine—before he exposed all hissecrets.

Trouble was, he wasn’t a terribly patient man. At least notwhen it came to Kat.

There was no doubt Katherine Hart required a very specialtouch. If he wanted to win her, he had to allow her to set the pace. So he, asSavage, would send out challenges. He would watch carefully to see how sheresponded and then plan his next move. When she was ready to come to him theway a woman comes to a man, he’d know it.

At least he hoped he’d know it.

He’d been deeply gratified when she responded to his dare tofondle herself in the office yesterday. That was a departure for theever-reserved, workaday Katherine. It gave him hope that the siren nestled deepwithin her soul—the wild Kat—was eager to emerge.

Today’s challenge was another milestone. An enormous one. Ifshe complied, it would be the sign he’d been waiting for—absolute confirmationthat she was Wildkat.