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as tears bri mmed my eyes and I’d counted out the twentieth, he brought his hand to my back, caressing it. "You can stand."
    It was easier said than done because my whole body seemed like a blob of gelatin. I tried to stand up right but my knees buckled. Jacob had me in his arms before I could even bat an eye.
    He kissed my forehead and I nuzzled him, locking my arms around his neck. “Jacob.”
    His blue eyes were bright with concern. "You should have used your color, Leila."
    I shook my head. "I didn't want to stop." I peered up at him, on fire with need. "And I still don't."
    Jacob was all hands and desire as I straddled him and sank onto him. He let out a sigh as he fell backward into the chair, locking his arms around my waist. I knew I was seeping into him; swallowing him in my depths and going to a place where there was nothing but our two bodies.
    He took my mouth with a fevered urgency, like he was a dying man and my mouth his only salvation. I met his tongue, dancing and swirling in time as everything faded except for his body and my body and the maddening pulsing inside me. We found our fevered pace as I rocked my hips and pulled him in before slowly drawing him back out, watching the ticks and furrowed pleasure ripple across his face.
    His fingers ran down my spine, pausing on the round curve of my buttocks w hile he whispered that he loved every inch of me, how I made him come alive. It was an exhilarating contradiction; him gripping my waist, digging his fingertips into my heated flesh and the sweet nothings that tugged at my heartstrings, The competing lash of controlled dominance and the powerlessness at the overwhelming love that I felt for him.
    I could feel the tension, turning the air electric around us. Even with him deep inside the velvet contours of me, I pulled him deeper, closer, my nail clawing at his back. I got lost in him, mixing and swirling and morphing and changing as we climbed to the peak together.
    His fingers threaded in my curls as he rained kisses up and down my neck. “Now what did you want to talk about again?”
    I went rigid. How could a guy who’d just been so full of passion be so cold and dismissive? Without another word I stepped around him and snatched my skirt from the rumpled pile, turning my back to him as tears of shame burned in my eyes.
    "Leila-"
    "’Now what did I want to talk about again?’" I snapped, zipping my skirt in one vicious stroke. "Could you be anymore patronizing?"
    I was mad at him, mad as hell even, but I was just as mad at myself. How could he take me seriously if I just melted eve ry time he came within five feet? I couldn’t even look at him. I couldn’t even look at myself.
    He put one hand on my shoulder, silently trying to get me to face him.  When I didn’t turn voluntarily, both hands pivoted me 180 degrees. Still, I kept my eyes on the floor.
    "Look at me, Leila."
    When I made no moves to obey, he caught my chin and tilted it upward. I rolled my eyes but when they were done with their rotation, I finally settled on his piercing gaze.
    "I don't mean to be patronizing," he said, releasing me with a sigh. "Or to disrespect your wis esh. Hell, I thought I was granting your wish."
    "But I told you no more favors. " I caught the accusatory edge in my voice along with the tightening of his jaw. The wary expression he wore said the obvious—I could give an inch. Jacob was trying to say he was sorry, even if he was acting like saying the actual words were akin to water boarding. "Last night I thought I was being clear. I said I didn't want you to promote me because we were dating. When I get a promotion, I want to have worked for it."
    "And you have worked for it," he said, folding a curl behind my ear. “You did a great job with Rachel.”
    I gave him the most incredulous look I could muster . "I bumped heads with Rachel at every turn. I could barely be in the same room as her, let alone work with her best interests at heart."
    "I don't know if