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want to grab her ass and pull her flat against him so he could invade her mouth and distract her with his tongue.
    “I don’t know what you’re up to, Liam, so all I can do here is my job, okay?”
    His breathing stopped when she called him by his name. Glad she’d dropped the Mr. Ashforth crap, he let the sound of her husky voice as she said Liam wrap around his nerve endings. She was lucky she had no idea what hearing her say his name again meant to him and figured she’d be mortified to learn how desperately he longed to hear her say it again and again as she writhed frantically under his heaving body while he fucked her into next week.
    But she was right. This was business, and he didn’t want her to realize what a complete bastard he really was. He couldn’t pretend for a second that he wouldn’t have had her naked and sprawled on his desk in record time if she hadn’t called him out.
    He stood up and, in doing so, invaded her body space—looming over her as he heard the faint intake of a gasp. She’d told him once that his big chest made her feel safe. Liam had been little more than a boy then—barely twenty-four—and when she’d said it, he almost changed the path he was on. That whole summer when they met and for long months after when as reckless college students they indulged in a passionate secret relationship, he’d come damn close to denying the heavy emotional forces that drove him. Because of her and what she made him feel.
    The little gasp took him right back to that time. Even after what he’d done, he still affected her.
    With the triumph surging through his veins, he tried a smile on for size as he gazed down at her. For the first time in forever, it didn’t feel forced or fake. The look she returned was wary and guarded.
    “You’re right, of course,” he answered, reluctant to move away. What he said next surprised them both.
    “I, uh . . . apologize if it seemed like I was stepping over the line.” He shrugged—yet another uncharacteristic response. “Chalk it up to being glad to see you again after all this time.” He almost said the words, my sweetness; he’d lavished that endearment on her when they’d both been young and stupid.
    Okay, he thought. That’s enough. He was doubling down so fast he’d be on his knees at her feet in the next instant if he didn’t get a fucking grip.
    “Come here,” he growled—grabbing one of her clenched fists. Pulling her unyielding body along, he moved them beyond his huge desk and guided them onto a wide leather sofa, practically pushing her down until she sat awkwardly so he could slide next to her.
    Eyeing her discomfort, he told her rather curtly to, “Relax,” as he leaned back and stretched his arms wide against the back of the seating.

    Rhiann was consciously trying not to rub at her wrist where Liam had held tight before depositing her stumbling ass on a sofa she’d neglected to notice in the corner of his massive office.
    Relax? Whatever! She had about as much chance of relaxing as she had of winning the Master’s Tournament. And since she didn’t golf, well . . .
    “I’m looking forward to the year-end review from your department, Rhiann. From everything that’s come across my desk so far, I’d say it’s clear you run your team with a results-oriented approach that’s been highly effective.”
    That sounded a lot like a compliment—one that had her beaming a happy smile.
    “I have great people,” she assured him. Hell. If they were going to talk business and keep it to that, she was home free.
    He nodded fractionally, acknowledging the mention of the others in her pod who worked so damn hard.
    “The spring covers and marketing campaign were quite successful.”
    “Is that why you bought the magazine?” she blurted out. “Because of our success?”
    Rhiann held her breath and waited for his answer. The signals he was giving off were confusing. One minute, he looked to be eyeing her up for the first course of