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lighting is much brighter in here. I can see all of you. I enjoy that, too.”
    She chuckled. “Yeah, well... Fluorescents aren’t exactly the most flattering—”
    Ash pulled her arm, hard and fast, until their bodies fused together. The kiss was swift, firm, and blistering. “You’re beautiful. I like to look at you. Do you like it when I look at you?”
    God help her, she did. “I... Yes.” Glory hallelujah, he’d left her speechless. No man had mastered kissing so expertly. Ash knew how deep to probe, how much pressure to use, and what rhythm to use for each stroke. And that was only his tongue.
    “What about when I do this?” Two fingers trailed over her collarbone. Two became four when he stroked the top of her breast. He added a thumb when he reached her nipple, rolling it back and forth between his fingers.
    “Oh, hell. Yes.” She grabbed his wrist. The maddening, unrelenting touch sent tingles straight to her core. “This isn’t fair.” She gestured up and down at herself, and then at him. “You should take off your pants.”
    “You’re right. I should.” Another kiss, a series of them. Light and quick, then deep. Hard. “First though...” He reached for the clip in her hair and pulled it out, tossing it with a loud clink on the metal desk. Fingers combed through, pulling the strands over her shoulders. “You’re gorgeous this way. With your hair down. Wild.”
    Sherri laughed to cover her rise in body temperature. She found herself wondering if she’d fallen into an alternate dimension. His erection pressed insistently against her hip, and she went back and forth between frustration and elation so fast her head spun. Turning on a man like Ash was exhilarating stuff. Yet, the question remained, “So are you going to then? The pants thing? Removing them?”
    He laughed. “Turn around and put your hands on the desk. Then I’ll take off my pants.”
    She turned to take a good look at the heavy, metal object of his instruction before looking over her shoulder with a raised eyebrow. “The desk? Seriously?”
    The hand on her hip sent tingles up her back, tightening her nipples and stealing her breath. “There’s the floor if you prefer. Or the door. Or we can always stop if you’d rather not play.”
    Not play. She shivered again. Looking down at her shoes, she asked herself when in history that particular clothing item had been the only thing she’d worn. When a desk and a wolfish hunk of a guy would ever again be something she could refer to as “play.” Never. “No,” she said. “I like the desk.”
    “And I like you .” The husky whisper filled her ear as he pressed behind her, teasing her with his fingers, urging her legs wide.
    Sherri held on, pressing her fingers into the desk to keep steady. She closed her eyes and let the sensations take over. The fur of his chest hair against her back, and the way he nipped her shoulder as he entered her set her nerves on high alert. The easy slide and gentle ache when he filled her shouldn’t have satisfied as much as it did.
    He paused when he thrust inside, kissing the back of her neck and breathing against her skin. His hands cupped her breasts, gently but firmly. Everything throbbed. Everything burned. The good girl in the back of her brain shouted that she needed to shove Ash away, to forget about him and everything he stood for, before she put her career and her moral code in jeopardy. She needed to get on with her quiet vacation of shopping for knickknacks and reading trashy novels.
    Instead she said, “I like... you, too.” Sherri reached back, willing Ash to move. “Please.”
    He withdrew and pushed in again with a fierce growl. “Good. I want you to say my name when you come all over this office.”
    Oh, Lord. “Ash...” Screw knickknacks and romance novels. Who needed vampire billionaires and the human virgins who loved them when she had this guy, live in the flesh?
    Not that she had him exactly. Whatever. Minor