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just how off kilter she was. “So this is just a calculated business strategy for you. Use me to make your point with him, even if it costs me my job.” She was offended.
    I hung my shirt on the bathroom hook beside the door I was still blocking, but I didn’t respond right away. “No,” I lied as I turned back to her. I closed the space between us and leaned down to her eye level as I placed my hands on the countertop at her hips. “You think I’m going to torture him with the details of what we do together. Is that it?” I smirked.
    “Am I wrong?”
    She was absolutely not wrong.
    “You’re the one who said it would make a statement,” she continued.
    “It would make a statement. And I am ruthless enough to want to make that statement.” I paused, studying her eyes for a moment. “But I’m willing to forgo the statement.” Another lie. “The truth is this is very simply what I want, what I’ve wanted since the fundraiser, and what I’ve not been able to stop thinking about since then.” And that was likely the first thing I said to her that didn’t require a lie, and frankly, it felt incredibly good to say it out loud to her.
    She said nothing, and I reached for her face, curling my fingers behind her jawline and running my thumb across her lower lip. I wanted to kiss those damn lips so much. I wanted to taste them, bite them, suck them, fuck them. Her lips were incredible, and I studied the way my thumb pulled at that puffy skin, smearing some of the red. I felt a huff of breath escape her mouth and touch the pad of my thumb, and when I used my other hand to tug at the sash of her robe, she didn’t stop me. But her chest rose and fell deeply. I slipped my hand past her robe, running my palm over her stomach and back to clasp at her hip, but when I leaned to her mouth, desperate to touch her lips with mine, she angled her head to the side, refusing to let me kiss her.
    I paused, my mouth nearly touching her cheek, and then I stepped back from her, pulling my hands with me as I moved. I crossed an arm across my body, resting my other elbow on my forearm and worrying my lip with my middle finger.
    She was staring at the floor between us, her robe now wide open. It wasn’t what I’d expected. I don’t know why I had it in my mind that she would be in some garish lingerie with a satin corset and G-string, but I was almost shocked at just how…normal she looked.
    She had small breasts and the low cut of her white lace bra nearly showed her nipples. Her underwear, while a matching lace to her bra, even covered her bottom—I’d noticed that the moment I’d walked into the bathroom. They were low cut across her hips, showing the subtle jut of her hipbones. It all just looked so normal, as if she was any other woman in the world standing at a bathroom counter. Her eyes were a dark chocolate brown that matched the deep auburn of her hair, and her skin was pale and pristine.
    She was incredible, and my cock was hard and pulsing with need. This might well be as calculated as she suggested, but it didn’t mean I didn’t want it.
    I took a deep breath and tried to be something other than a dick. “I meant it when I said I didn’t enjoy what I did to you the other night.”
    Her eyes were narrowed suspiciously, but she watched me, saying nothing.
    “Men use you every day.” I shrugged as I bit my lower lip. “Use me. You have my permission. You want to degrade me, do it. You want to hurt me, I won’t stop you. Take what you want. I’ll give it to you.”
    The silence at that point was agonizing. I was good at using silence to intimidate people, to make them uncomfortable, to rock them. Hell, I’d done it to her only a few nights before. But I was the one mentally grasping for a reprieve from it now.
    “Please,” I finally begged quietly.
    And then I waited…
    Her eyes shifted around, flitting to mine occasionally as the gears in her mind worked to figure this out. The silence went on, and she