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couldn’t stop himself. His rigid control was shot to shit when he was around her. Driven, he slammed her against the wall, grasping both wrists above her head, laying her out like an offering from the gods. Pushing a solid thigh between her legs, he suppressed a moan, watching her chest heave. Those delicious breasts rose closer to his mouth with every breath. He licked his lips, suddenly rather thirsty.
    “Wouldn’t this be considered sexual harassment, Mr. Reese?” Dale asked, breathless.
    She began to wriggle her hips in an attempt to free herself. However, with each movement, she ground herself against his thigh. He groaned, gathering every ounce of strength he had not to take this further.
    “Only if you feel harassed, Ms. Porter,” he whispered, bringing his face closer to hers. The vanilla scent grew stronger. He hated vanilla. It now reminded him of his crumbling control. Nevertheless, her smell, coupled with her constant writhing, was turning him on. “And if you do, I suggest you report it to your superior.”
    Her cheeks grew darker, the light petal-pink blush now bursting into a rosy hue. Fire blazed from her green eyes, and his body went on lock-down, concentrating on the woman pressed against him.
    “Maybe I’ll do that.”
    Moving his mouth to her ear, he delivered a quick flick of his tongue to her lobe. Her flavor burst along his taste buds, his mouth salivating, his groin tightening, and the little voice that told him this was wrong was buried in a landslide of lust.
    “If you would like to make an appointment with my assistant, I’d be happy to hear your complaint, Ms. Porter.”
    He felt her shiver at his words; Dale understood what he meant. His erection flourished in response. He sniffed the crook of her neck, drinking her in. His hormones drove him now, all reasonable thought lost in the deluge of desire.
    Dale stopped squirming, but her breathing increased. The blush that had lit up her cheeks was now spreading down her throat and blooming across the swell of her breasts.
    He wanted her. It was that simple. He wanted her like this; hot, grinding, and ready to rip him to pieces. For a man who had complete control of everything in his life, it shook him to the core that it all dissolved so quickly around one woman. She was like a siren calling to him.
    Whenever he was around her, he felt a need to touch her and possess her.
    It beat at him now, yelling at him to take her, make her his, and again that instinct overtook him.
    He opened his mouth and touched his tongue to the base of her neck.
    This time the moan of arousal came from Dale as he began licking up to her ear. His senses intensified the further he climbed up her flesh with his tongue.
    His hard cock twitched even more when Dale gasped and pushed her neck closer to him. She thrust her hips against his thigh, her silent demands increasing. The urge to mark her and bite down on her skin was strong. So intense that he had to bite his own lip to stop it from happening.

    Blood bloomed on his tongue from his teeth breaking the sensitive skin of his lip. But it wasn’t the first time he’d tasted his own blood, nor would it be the last. His body was used to the mutilation and healed quickly.
    His entire system vibrated with lust, his crotch tightened each time Dale writhed against him. Her breath floated across his cheek in short, sharp gasps, mirroring his own breathlessness.
    Moving her wrists into one hand, it left his free one to roam her delicious body. Dale’s tight dress covered her body like a second skin, flaunting her every curve. Images of hot, sweaty nights in his bed, wearing nothing but each other, blossomed in his head, and Kyran cupped her ass to drag her further up his thigh.
    “We . . . should . . . stop,” she said, breathing heavily, her actions contradicting her words as she rubbed her sex faster on his thigh.
    “Why would we do that?”
    “Door.” She pushed her chest against his, trying to lower her leg.