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had to place a hand on the glass to keep myself steady. My skin felt so hot that I wouldn’t have been surprised if I left a moist handprint behind on the window. I bit my lip and chewed roughly on it, my mind encompassed with fantasies and needs and a hunger that made my lower abdomen ache.
                  Another text came through on my phone, Dorian telling me the meeting was ending and once more asking me where I was. It galvanized me, reminding me that Jocelyn and others seeing me come in was one thing. All of the board members catching me waiting out here was another.
                  I turned and ran back toward the boardroom, ducking as fast as I could into the small nook in front of the women’s bathroom. Just in time, too, because the moment I was standing just out of sight of the doors, they opened. I took another step back and watched as the board exited. My phone vibrated twice, the impatience of the person texting me somehow coming through.
                  Once I was sure that the last board member had exited, I was moving. I jogged across the navy-blue carpeted floor and nearly tripped as my heart gyrated inside me. I managed to all but stumble into the meeting room. I would've kept going, too, running hips first into the boardroom table had I not been forcibly slammed to a halt by the mere sight of Dorian.
                  Whatever I had been feeling, all of the angst, arousal, loneliness, it all had seemed so insurmountable. As if I would go mad if I had to live one more second trapped inside the misery of it all. I had thought that I’d experienced the worse of my suffering.
                  I’d been wrong.
                  My mouth went dry, which made sense since all the liquids in my body seemed determined to head elsewhere. He was pacing back and forth in front of the boardroom’s table, his hand tugging at his hair and a cute scowl aimed at his phone. I took him in while everything inside me thumped so hard, I was wondering how the hell he didn’t hear me.
                  Run , that’s what my body was demanding of me. Run and tackle that sexy man, rip open his button down as I’d done to so many others before, then move onto his…
                  Oh God. He was wearing fucking jeans. The way those jeans hung on his hips and cupped his ass had my hands twitching. I swallowed, feeling all the saliva return to my mouth in a rush. Weakness seeped through me, a dizziness that left me incapable of movement. I couldn’t even blink.
    Dorian finally caught sight of me, pausing mid-stride. Eyes clashed; breaths mixed in the air between us, loud, rough. His eyes became clouded, an almost menacing haze making them appear darker. His stare raked me from head-to-toe. By the time his eyes met mine again, they were almost black.
    Then, one whisper…a million corrupt promises hidden behind two words.
    “Come here.”
    My eyelids felt heavy and so did my lungs. Dorian’s eyebrows drew together, intensifying that look in his eyes. He flung his cell phone haphazardly onto the boardroom table, causing it to skid across its surface several inches. My lips parted when he took that first step toward me.
    Then another.
    I didn’t even realize that I’d started moving until I was right in front of him. My body was roughly dragged, lifted, and slammed into warm muscles, my chest pressed against his thundering heart.
    My own arms were around him, locked so tight that I knew it had to hurt.
    Dorian groaned, lifting me higher. I held on, my feet six inches off the floor. Not that I cared. Actually, I shifted, making it clear that I wanted him to lift me higher. Dorian’s chest rumbled with a deep, satisfied sound. He lifted me high enough for me to wrap my legs around his waist. The moment I did, he hugged me tighter, his face buried in my neck.
    Warm air slithered across the skin of my neck. I bit my lip when I felt my body