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My thighs are shaking.
"I didn't think so," he murmurs.
I don't move.
Can't move.
He steps forward and runs his knuckles down my cheek.
"Tell me your dreams."
I stare at him, heart pounding.
“You avoided me all week,” I say.
I do not mean to say it.
It comes out anyway.
He caresses my bottom lip with his thumb.
“I did not avoid you,cara," he says in that deep, dark voice. "You were there every day. In your office, in the conference room, just like this, looking beautiful and untouchable and making me remember how good it felt to have my hands on you."
I am breathing too hard.
"I wanted to bend you over the conference table and fuck you in front of everyone at our meeting," he says.
"Mario..."
He brushes his mouth over mine.
"Now." His thumb on my lip turns into a hold, just a little bit too tight. "Tell me your dreams."
Heat floods between my thighs, and I have the sudden, terrifying sense that I will never deny this man anything.
Not a single thing.
"Your office."
It's barely a whisper.
But he hears me.
A wicked smile curves his mouth, and the look in his eyes should be illegal.
"Tell me more."
My face is hot. I cannot believe I'm going to tell him this.
"We..."
His hand shifts, two fingers resting under my chin, his thumb pressing against my bottom lip.
"Say it."
My entire body is vibrating.
"Against the window," I breathe.
