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legs parted over me, just a few inches away from my cock.
    “I’m sorry,” she whispered. I blinked up in surprise. “I wouldn’t change it, because I did what I needed to do at the time. But I know it hurt you, and I know it wasn’t fair to just shut you out.”
    I nodded, tilting my chin so she would come closer and kiss me. Her mouth pressed to mine, soft and wet, and a tiny moan escaped her lips.
    “Thank you for coming this morning,” she said against me.
    “Would you have come to me?” I asked.
    “Yes.”
    “When?”
    “Tomorrow morning. After I’d finished my presentation. I’d decided that about a week ago.”
    I groaned, leaning forward to kiss her. She arched away so instead I kissed her chin, and down her throat.
    “Did you see anyone else while we were apart?”
    I stopped and gaped up at her. “What—is that a serious question? No.”
    A smile spread across her face. “I just needed to hear it.”
    “If you let another man touch you, Chloe, I swear to God, I—”
    “Settle down, Trigger.” She pressed two fingertips to my mouth. “I didn’t.”
    I closed my eyes, kissing her fingers and nodding. The offending image evaporated slowly from my mind, but my heart didn’t seem to slow even a touch.
    I felt her breath on my neck just a beat before she asked, “Did you think about me?”
    “Several times every minute.”
    “Did you ever think about fucking me?”
    All words slipped from my head. Every word in the English language disappeared and I shifted under her, wanting her so intensely in this vulnerable and open and quiet moment that I feared I would lose it the second she freed me from my pants.
    “Not at first,” I managed, finally. “But after a few weeks, I tried.”
    “Tried to touch yourself and think of me? Like your hand could stand in for me?”
    I watched her expression grow from curious to predatory before answering, “Yeah.”
    “Did you come?”
    “Jesus, Chloe.” How was it so hot to be grilled by her like this?
    She didn’t blink or fidget at all while waiting for me to answer. She simply stared me down. “Tell me.”
    I couldn’t fight my smile. Always such a ballbuster. “A couple of times. It wasn’t very pleasurable because you would come into my head and it was just as frustrating as it was relieving.”
    “For me, too,” she said. “I missed you so much it hurt. At work I missed you. At home, in my bed, I could barely stand it. The only time I could clear you from my head was when I was—”
    “Running,” I whispered. “I can tell. You lost too much weight.”
    Her eyebrow lifted. “So did you.”
    “I also drank too much,” I admitted, reminding her that this wasn’t a contest. She didn’t need to prove she’d fared better. I was actually pretty sure she had. “The first month we were apart is still kind of a blur.”
    “Sara told me how you looked. She told me I wasn’t being fair by staying away from you.”
    My eyebrows inched up in surprise. Really? Sara had said that? “You did what you needed to do.”
    Leaning back, she looked down the length of my torso, and then up to my eyes. I was curious to see that she looked a little surprised. Maybe even giddy. “You let me tie you up.”
    I stared up at her. “Of course I did.”
    “I just wasn’t sure you’d let me. I thought I’d tricked you—I thought you might say no.”
    “Chloe, you’ve owned me since the first second I saw you. I’d have let you tie me up back in the conference room if you’d asked.”
    A tiny smile pulled at one side of her mouth. “I wouldn’t have let you if you’d asked.”
    “Good.” I leaned in for a kiss. “You’re smarter than I am.”
    She stood, reaching behind her to unfasten her bra. It slid down her arms and fluttered to the floor. “I think we’ve both always known that’s true.”
    The way I wanted her was a kind of steady, heavy ache. I was so hard I could feel my every heartbeat through my cock, but I also felt like my vision