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“I’ve had a few serious relationships, none lately. There was only one that I considered settling down with. Julia Owens. We were both in our early thirties, but it just didn’t seem to be in the cards for us. Life took a different turn for both of us.”
“The one that got away?” I tease and it makes him laugh.
“No, nothing like that. She wanted it all right then, and I was more focused on building my company so I made a decision and so did she. She’s married now. I know her husband; he’s actually a great guy. They have a couple kids and live in the suburbs. I’m happy for her.”
He looks out the window again, then leans back in his chair, settling his gaze on me.
“What?” I say nervously.
“What about you, Miss James? What do you want?”
I sigh. “That’s a loaded question. In life? In love? In general?”
“All of it.” He smiles.
“Well, after graduation in May, I would love to stay working at Wade. I still can’t believe I work there. I’d like to go full-time and just immerse myself in Lisa Wade’s world, learning every possible thing I can from her.”
“That sounds like an incredibly wise decision. Who knows, maybe you’ll be the top PR firm in Chicago someday. I can see that.”
I laugh. “That’s what Serenity says.”
He glances at his watch. “Ready to head back to the office? We can go over whatever details remain for today.”
We step outside, grabbing a cab to head back to the office. As we walk up the stairs to the front of his office, Cyrus rests his arm over my shoulders, dragging his hand down my back and pulling me into him by my waist.
“Umm…” I nervously squirm out of his embrace. “We’re in public,” I say through a smile as we approach the large doors of his high-rise.
“Maybe I don’t care.”
I roll my eyes as he holds the door open for me. “Yes, you do. Don’t be careless just because you had a good day.”
He ushers me toward an elevator I haven’t taken before. “What’s this?”
“My private elevator.” He winks, pulling out a fob that he waves over a sensor and the doors open. His hands are back against my waist as he ushers me inside, reaching around to hit the floor for his office.
He turns me around, his hands sliding up my body to my hair as his lips come down on mine. He walks me backward, kissing me as he pins me against the wall.
“Cameras,” I say through the kisses.
“I really don’t give a fuck.” His tongue is in my mouth, sweeping in and out, his hard length pressing into my thigh as he grinds against me.
“But wha?—”
“Nobody has access to this elevator or cameras but me, baby. Now, please…” He reaches over and hits the stop button, causing the car to come to a lurching halt. “Shut the fuck up and kiss me.”
My hands glide beneath his coat, up his chest as I tip my head to the side. He devours my mouth, sending flutters down my belly and between my thighs. I’m drowning in desire, completely oblivious to where we are as my hands drift down to his belt. I begin to release it, reaching for his zipper, when his hand darts down to stop my movements.
“What are you doing, sweetheart?”
“I—I need. I wanted more last night,” I admit.
“I didn’t want to hurt you, Presley.”
“I’m fine,” I insist.
“What do you need?” He tips my chin, looking down at me.
“You, inside me.”
