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feet.
    “I’ve been thinking about those toes all day.”
    I gasp, my eyes flying open and Marcus is grinning down at me. Instantly, I stand up straight, just as a couple enters the elevator and presses the eleventh floor. Quickly, I slip my foot back into my shoe.
    “Don’t,” Marcus commands. I glance at the couple, but they are too engrossed in each other to notice us behind them. When I look at Marcus, I see challenge in his eyes and gratefully accept it, not wanting to squeeze my swollen toes back in those damn tight heels. I kick my shoes to the side, instantly feeling small barefooted as Marcus towers over me.
    “Working late, Ms. Caldwell?”
    I tilt my head up and in a flash, all resilience is gone. What is it about this man that makes me confident, powerful and yet weak with desire all at the same time? I want him naked and I want to press his body up against the wall and climb on top of him; wrapping my legs around his waist, all the while reminding myself he’s my boss.
    “I just can’t help it, Mr. Knight,” I say innocently. “When I see a job that needs doing, I don’t stop till it’s done.”
    His eyes are ablaze with molten desire. Shaking his head, he takes a step closer to me. “Your determination for a job well done is one of the things I admire most about you, Ms. Caldwell.”
    “I told you not to underestimate me,” I murmur.
    “Not for a second,” he whispers.
    I look up at the numbers on the control panel as we glide past the floors. Eight….nine…the woman in front of us giggles and leans into her male companion just as the elevator passes the tenth floor. I quiver at the anticipation of being alone with Marcus. I suck my bottom lip between my teeth, turning my attention back to the man standing so close to me I can taste the breaths he’s exhaling. His gaze drops to my mouth just as the elevator dings, welcoming us to the eleventh floor. Marcus draws in a lungful of air as the door opens and the couple stumbles their way out.
    He’s my boss . And I know being intimate with him could put my job at risk, or even worse, my reputation. But when I’m near him—when he looks at me with those ravenous eyes like he’s already undressed me—I somehow convince myself to take the chance.
    We are alone in the elevator, although the door hasn’t yet closed. His eyes don’t leave mine and he steps even closer, losing the space between us. His hard chest presses against my breasts and my erect nipples. He places his hands against the wall on either side of my head. It’s the same stance he took the day he brushed his lips against mine and told me if I wanted more I would have to be the one to make it happen.
    “I need you to fuck me,” I command.
    A slow, lustful smile lifts his perfect mouth. “Oh, that’s already been decided, Ms. Caldwell, when you fondled my cock at lunch.”
    With one hand outstretched, he swipes his key and presses the button to the penthouse. The door acknowledges his request and begins to close. Time slows to an agonizing pace as I wait for the privacy of this enclosed space. The second the door shuts his hands grip the sides of my face, lifting my lips to meet his with greedy lust. A whimpering moan escapes my throat as I wrap my arms around his back, welcoming the taste of him I’ve been craving. His tongue dives into my mouth, pressing against my own in heady haste. He can’t get enough of me.
    “Anna,” he whispers and it feels so good to hear him speak my real name, not the alias I used the last time we were entangled in each other.
    “Marcus,” I sigh against his lips, and he smiles before thrusting his tongue back into my mouth.
    His hands slips down to fondle the buttons of my blouse. The tightness of my collared shirt releases from my breasts, exposing my bra. “This is all I’ve thought about for weeks,” he says, his mouth grazing my jaw. “The taste of you on my tongue.”
    “I can think of a few other things that have crossed my