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through his veins. With a groan, he lowered his head to the curve of her neck and shoulders and flicked his tongue over her, tasting her sweet flesh.
    Megan, Megan, Megan.
    He pressed a finger slowly into her heat, felt the wet grip of her pussy around him and just about came on the spot.
    Megan did come. She let out a choked scream, her nails dragging down the back of his neck as her body jerked against him.
    Trevor’s mouth curved in a small smile of dismay as he buried his face into the curve of her breasts above her top, breathing in her perfume and perspiration as she continued to tremble.
    She’d always been so damn responsive, but she’d never come that fast. Usually she needed her clit played with, liked lots of foreplay before she climaxed.
    Part of him hoped like hell she’d been saving it all up for him. That the tension had been building and not just anybody could’ve made her orgasm like this.
    But what were the chances she hadn’t slept with anyone in a year? He cursed himself again for ever letting her go in the first place.
    Trevor gradually became aware of the tension that seeped into Megan’s body. She wasn’t clinging to him anymore, but it almost seemed like she was trying to sink through the wall behind her.
    Lifting his head, he stared down at her and his heart clenched at the dismay and regret in her eyes. Then her thick, black lashes swept down, shielding her gaze.
    “Could you please move off me,” she asked tightly, her tone void of expression.
    Fuck. She hid it well, but Megan’s emotional retreat was as methodical and rapid as any unit backing out of an ambush.
    Trevor bit back a sigh and pulled her panties back into place, lowering her skirt again. Disappointment clogged thick in his throat as his cock throbbed against the denim of his jeans.
    He wouldn’t be sleeping with Megan. Not today anyway. But he would have her again. The way she’d melted into him just a few moments ago lit a small spark of hope in his heart. Fragile, but strong enough that he knew he had to fight like hell to get her back.
    Stepping away from her, he shook his head. “I didn’t mean for it to get that out of hand, angel.”
    Her lashes swept up, the anger in them brilliant. “The hell you didn’t. You knew exactly what you intended the moment you walked in here, Trevor Wyatt.”
    Maybe he had. But he hadn’t let himself hope for one moment she’d be that responsive.
    “I won’t apologize, Megan,” he said quietly. “I can’t. Not for something that’s so right.”
    “It’s not right anymore, Trevor. Don’t you get that?” she almost shouted, frustration causing her brows to draw together. “You don’t have a right to touch me. I stopped being your fiancée last year.”
    “Maybe I want you back.”
    Megan went rigid, the shock in her eyes twice what it had been a minute ago.
    “Get out,” she whispered. “Get the hell out of my office and don’t come back.”
    Trevor’s jaw clenched. What the fuck had made him make that declaration aloud, without any finesse or plan in his head? Megan had every right to be livid.
    “I should go,” he agreed with a nod and headed toward the door. “I’ll see you tonight at dinner.”
    “I am not having dinner with you!”
    “Yes, Megan, you are. With me and with the rest of my family. So you’d better call that Henry guy back and tell him your date is off.” He stopped at the entrance and turned to give her a tight smile. “Ellie asked me to drop by and remind you. She thought you might’ve forgotten. Guess it’s a good thing I stopped by. For more reasons than one.”
    “Oh, you son of a—”
    Trevor slipped out the door, shutting it again before he could hear the rest of her curse. Amusement slid through him, and for the first time in a while he felt a genuine smile slip across his face. Megan had always been sexy as hell when she got pissed.
    He strode past the window, feeling her glare on him until he disappeared to where his car was