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“As previously stated, yes.”

“This is highly inappropriate.”

He rolls his eyes. “Who has to know?”

“We know.”

“And the elevator?” he presses.

“Was a mistake. I get… carried away. I’m a bit too stupid when it comes to getting swept up in sating passing urges.”

“I’m a passing urge?” he asks, leaning down and touching the tip of his nose to mine.

“Yes,” I manage, but it’s hard to get the word out, and it feels like a lie.

“But I haven’t passed yet?”

“No.”

“So, come to dinner with me.”

“Kyrin,” I whisper, his lips far too close for me to make a sane decision.

He makes it for me and closes the distance between us. The kiss is deep, passion overtaking us in a sweep of euphoria that makes my knees knock together before Kyrin lifts me onto the edge of the desk.

His firm hands are all over me, learning me, teasing me, and I’m writhing against each touch as I answer each lash of his tongue with an answering flick of mine.

My moan is swallowed, and his that follows will haunt the halls of Ironwood Estate for eons to come.

My panties soak when he cants his face to deepen the kiss, his hands tilting my mouth to him like I now belong solely to him.

A crash upstairs has us pulling apart, and I leap off the desk and run my hands through my hair, catching my breath.

“What was that?”

“Something that I’ll deal with while you go to your room.”

“Well, if someone’s in the house, I can call⁠—”

“Sera, go to your room. Please.” The haunted look in his eyes says the kiss we just shared had the same effect on him that it did on me.

I nod, my body in fight-or-flight mode from his touch.

I heed his command and go in the opposite direction of the calamity going on in the west wing of the house, shutting my door behind me and locking it for good measure before rushing to my dresser drawer and pulling out my wand.

I look at it longingly, then toss it on the bed and shake my head.

Release can’t always be the fucking answer.

But the throbbing Kyrin’s kiss left isn’t something I can think through, and I pace beside my bed, my eyes dancing over the fucking toy as I try to talk myself down.

But before I know it, my pants and panties are at my knees, I’m bending over the bed, the wand between my thighs, and the vibrating head tilted right where I need it, a moan spilling from my lips as I ride the high left behind by my boss.

It feels dirty and wrong.

It makes me feel like I’m more fucked-up than I realized.

It feels… so fucking good.