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She spits out, “Like you’ve earned your place in the company?”

I stand up straight and throw my arms in the air. “Bette, how lovely of you to join the party. What the fuck do you want?”

“The only reason you’re here is your charm. Everyone loves Hayden Corelli. He’s hilarious. He’s so charming and talented they wouldn’t fire you over the prank that almost ruined my career. Yet, the two women in Chicago have to work twice as hard to get as fucking far as the charming Hayden Corelli and his fabu sidekick, the dashing Dax Ladd. What do you have to say about that, Hayden Corelli?”

“Stop saying my name like that.” I know she has a point, but this company isn’t like that. She’s looking for something more to fight about or to shift her guilt. But the flush in her cheeks has my engine revving in the red and I’m not sure I can be around her.

“Hayden Corelli,” she says with a sassy tone and sway of her hips.

“Stop it with your teasing.” I spit out. I start flicking my thumbs and yoga breathing. I can’t take this.

“And you’re stealing my job. I don’t care how gorgeous you are.” I flick my eyebrows up. I have my opening. New plan, I’ll fuck some sense into her. I’ll fuck her so hard she has no choice but to tell the truth.

I smirk at her. “You think I’m gorgeous?”

We’ve solved nothing, but now her cheeks are pink and she’s biting her lip again. My dick is so hard and hidden behind this counter. It sprung to life the moment she licked her lips entering the room. She’s breathing irregularly and my pulse is snapping.

She retakes her super hero pose. and stares at me, but the Lizzie blush remains despite Bette’s bluster. And now my cock is taking all the blood and sense from my head. I’ve never wanted anything more than the woman standing in front of me.

She says, “What of it?” So sexy in her defiance.

I smirk. “Nothing. Just always nice to hear someone as attractive as you give me a compliment.”

“Shut up. I’m not attractive.”

“That’s Lizzie talking. Bette knows she’s stunning.” I round the kitchen counter like I’m stalking prey. I don’t care if she notices my cock. My hormones have gone from nuclear to feral. I walk towards her and she doesn’t move. She shakes her head quickly, trying to get a hair out of her lip gloss. I want that red coral color on my cock.

“You can say that all you want, doesn’t make it true. You’re sexy and perfect.” I reach her and she crosses a straight arm over herself. But when she looks at me, her eyes are hooded, her pupils dark. That shade of green I’ve only seen in my dreams for a decade, and I know her desire matches mine.

Her smell is all the good in the world condensed into one fucking scent and it’s killing me. She’s roses and lilacs as well as good cognac, freshly cut grass, and cinnamon. Because cinnamon is the absolute best thing in the world. I step closer.

She hisses, “We’re not discussing me. We’re discussing you.”

“And how gorgeous I am?” I purr.

She shakes her head and more hair gets caught in her lip gloss. “You’re an asshole.”

“So you’ve told me.”

“But you are.” I step closer. Our breathing is ragged and wanton. The air is thick around us. I’m not sure I’ll survive sex with her, and I know I won’t survive if I don’t fuck her. I wait for a signal. She bends her knees in a broken doll pose and fuck me if I’m not gone.

“I hate you,” she says.

“Cool. I have an idea. Let’s hate fuck. Because I have to get rid of this rock-hard cock somehow. And burying it inside of your hot fury sounds like the perfect antidote. You’re the living embodiment of every fantasy I’ve had in the last decade. Is that what you want? A hate fuck, little firecracker?” I step closer to her. Her eyes flare as I call her my nickname from Paris.

There’s a long pause and our chests are expanding and constricting. We’re staring at each other and she flicks her hot-pink painted index finger from her lips. “Ask for it, Lizzie. You have to want it. Do you?”

Her lips are parted and I want in. All parts of me inside of her. She licks her nail and flicks it out her mouth. And then she exhales and it’s almost a moan. Her voice is low and throaty. “Yes.”

And with that our rubber band snaps and all our tension bites us in the ass. My mouth is on her in a nanosecond. The kiss is hard and unyielding but her lips are open and welcome me home. She nips at my tongue and I moan at the slight pain. Fuck me, she’s so hot. All I can think of is fucking her so very hard.

The kiss is wild and I dig into her hair to pull her as close as possible. Her tits smash against my chest and her arms go to my shoulders. She digs her nails into the top of my back. She moans as I tangle my tongue aggressively with hers. It’s as if we’re bantering with our tongues, trying to gain dominance or best the other one. I’ll kiss her even harder if that’s what it takes to shut her up. Her hands are moving up and down my biceps and she scrapes her nails under my lapels and pushes my jacket down my arms. I release her head and shake it off onto the floor. I take her face into my palms and pull her back into an engaged kiss. I’m frantic and frenzied. Sloppy and wild, our tongues press into each other’s mouths, desperate to be deeper.

She unbuttons my top button. I pull back from her and rip my shirt off, popping buttons all over the room. She moans at the sight of my adult chest. I work hard for it, always have. Her fingers drift over my abs and I know she’s mentally counting them. I don’t have fucking time for this. She can admire me later.

I spin her around and she gasps. I reach down to her tight pencil skirt’s slit and yank the fabric apart. She moans. As do I, when I see the sweet black lace string framing the ass that should have a monument to it. I rip open the zipper of her skirt and it falls to the ground. She turns around as she pulls her shirt. I lunge for it and she puts a finger up.

“Hold up, Hulk. I like this blouse.” I’m too far gone to laugh at her joke. She sees my face, shrugs, and rips the blouse herself. I reach around her and undo her bra. I’m desperate for all of her. I don’t know if I’ll ever get this chance again. I rake her to me and take her erect pink nipple into my mouth, tasting and groaning at the familiar and all-new erotic feeling. She unbuckles my belt and my pants slide down. I step out of them but my mouth never leaves her body.