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staying there. She watches my smile widen with the intensity of a predator—an aroused woman that knows damn well what she’s going to do with my lips once she gets them to herself.
    Soon , I promise myself. Real fucking soon.
    As a matter of fact, I’m taking her out for lunch.
    “How was your weekend?” I fight the urge to reach down and adjust myself.
    Her lids lower, but I see the anger flash in those half-closed eyes. The sexual frustration.
    Oh yeah. I definitely wasn’t the only one suffering over the weekend.
    “It was . . . eventful. My cousin convinced me to go shopping,” she responds at length, shifting awkwardly in her seat.
    Intrigued by her response, I tilt my head, taking in more of her outfit. The black skirt she’s wearing rises all the way up to her ribcage, accentuating her tight waist. Her shiny, cream colored dress shirt brings out the color of her stained lips.
    Tilting my head some more, I’m able to catch a glimpse of the black heels on her feet, as well as the red soles of said heels.
    My lips fall open when I see the thick black line running up the back of her stockings. “I can see that,” I all but croak. Another shift from her, and the awkwardness I sense in her makes something tighten inside my ribcage. “You look so fucking hot all I can think about it getting my lips on you again.”
    She gasps, eyes flying up to mine, her cheeks blooming with color at my compliment.
    I haven’t eaten out a woman in over ten years. I don’t trust women I fuck enough to do that. Not after what I’ve experienced. It’s the same reason I never have sex without a condom.
    But this woman . . . fuck. I want her spread out for me so I can lick up and down her sweet pussy, until her thighs shake on either side of my head.
    The hunger settles low in my gut, insistent, and I realize that I’m going to have that with her. That I need it. Despite my trust issues, I won’t walk away from her without experiencing what it’s like to feel her come against my tongue.
    Maybe it’s because she’s a virgin. Maybe that’s why my fantasy morphs, going even farther, and I see myself pulling my mouth away from her swollen, glistening core—only to replace it with my aching, bare dick so I can slide it into her, feel her skin to skin . . .
    “Elijah?” She watches me, panting.
    We both are.
    I wrap the fingers of one hand around the top of the partition, holding on tight. “God, Paige. What are you doing for lunch? I need to be alone with you—”
    “Eli. Paige. Good morning!”
    I jump like the guilty fuck I am.
    So does Paige.
    Gilliane, our boss, stands at the entrance to Paige’s office, a huge smile on her cute, round face.
    She reminds me of Mrs. Claus, and I don’t mean that in an unkind way. She might not be my type, but Gilliane is undoubtedly an attractive woman, and she rocks her size with absolute style.
    Sophie met her once, and she commented that Gilliane reminds her of the singer Adele.
    The resemblance really is startling.
    Gilliane holds out a cup of coffee for both of us, reminding me that I fucked up and forgot to get coffee for Paige this morning. I’d just been in too much of a hurry to see her.
    “I need you Eli,” Gilliane says, turning to head out of the office.
    I sigh melodramatically. “What woman doesn’t?”
    “Hah. Hah. Smart ass.” Gilliane continues down the hall, no doubt heading toward her own office.
    Paige arches an eyebrow at me.
    I smile and wink at her, reluctantly following Gilliane. Thankfully, her sudden appearance killed my erection on sight. So at least I don’t have to worry about that.
    “I need to talk to you about Paige.”
    Talk about almost giving a guy a heart attack. That is something I definitely need to worry about. “Excuse me?”
    She waves a perfectly manicured hand at the door. “Close the door and sit down.”
    I do so, but with no small amount of trepidation.
    Shit. I’ve been caught. I barely started messing around with the girl, and