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by anyone, and I’ll deal with it,” I added, still seething with rage.
    She was immediately trying to diffuse the situation and my temper. “Please, Mr. James, you don’t need to worry. I don’t want to ruffle any feathers. I would rather you not bother.” Looking into her eyes, I wanted to kiss her lips and take away the stress I saw in her chocolate orbs.
    “It’s Caleb, and I won’t worry, I’ll plan. I’m going to listen and walk in on one of their conversations and straighten this out. I am a partner here, and my word is only superseded by Jackson’s. So, I won’t let these jackasses act like teenage boys.” I placed my hand on her slender, smooth hand that was outstretched on the table.
    The change in her expression communicated to me what I needed to know; she was nervous around me and interested. Jackson needed to go find something else to do. There were plenty of cases and his little woman to take care of.
    “I have to go, Sophia. You let me or Caleb know if you need anything, and welcome again. Caleb, I’ll see you this afternoon.” I nodded to him and turned back to her to squeeze her hand tighter, her eyes meeting mine in surprise and delight.
    Once he closed the door, I caressed her hand, rubbed it slowly. “Mr. James,” she whispered in admonishment, but I disregarded it. I reluctantly took my hand off hers and said, “It’s Caleb. How many times am I going to have to remind you?”
    “I’m sorry, sir,” she murmured, dipping her head in shame.
    My hand rose, gripped her chin softly and lifted it up so her eyes met mine. “Don’t be sorry, Sophia. I’m the one who should be sorry,” I admitted before I lifted both her hands to stand up with me. Moving my arm quickly around her waist, I tugged her to me and dropped my mouth just above hers. “For this,” I murmured before taking her sweet, full lips with mine. She mewled in my mouth as I slipped my tongue into hers. My hands slid up and down her back with a mind of their own. Actually, they were in cahoots with my dick who wanted to expand on the kissing. I gripped her ass and pressed her into my cock, letting her feel my thick ridge that needed to be inside her—soon.
    It took a moment for reality to hit her before she pushed herself angrily away from me. “What is wrong with you? You should be ashamed of yourself, kissing me like that,” she screeched.
    “Like what? What about the kiss didn’t you like? Did I do something wrong?”
    “Something wrong? You’re married!” she cried out in frustration. She walked away from me and started pacing before she yelled at herself. “I can’t believe I made out with a married man. Damn it!”
    I started to chuckle, and she turned to look at me with pure outrage and disgust on her face. I didn’t like that look, but I had a way to fix it. I knew she wanted me and she just proved it. Her fate was set in stone and nothing but our death would change it. Walking up to her with my agenda written on my face, she started shaking her head.
    “Don’t shake your head at me.” I continued to move in on her space as she continued to walk back away from me. My approach was faster than she expected, and now she was trapped. I had her backed against the far wall of the conference room, my hands on the sides of her lovely face. “I’m not married, and I don’t know where you got that from.”
    “You’re not married?” she asked softly.
    “I’m not married and have never been,” I declared sensually, hungry with the need to possess her in every way possible. I would be married soon and so would she.
    Relief colored her face, and that was my cue. My mouth returned to hers, kissing her deeper than before. I groaned when she started to sigh with desire. Our bodies were pressed against each other, feeling all we could with our clothes on. I wanted to fuck her against the wall, but I would prefer her all to myself without the chance of interruption.
    If I didn’t back away now, I’d be