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"River," she says, rolling her eyes. "What about your assistant?"
"He has the afternoon off." I brush her hair away from her neck, and place a single burning kiss to her throat.
She shudders and slides her arms around my neck. "Can we at least move this to your office?" she asks, her voice growing husky.
I pick her up and she wraps her legs around my waist. "Your wish is my command, darlin’."
I kiss her firmly as I carry her into my office.
Twenty-Two
River
It takes less than a minute for me to carry Pearl inside my office and close the door behind us. I set her down by my desk. She skates her hands up my biceps and tilts her head back. I can feel my fingers tremble as I tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear,
"How do you always do this to me? I’m always so affected by you." My voice drops lower as I lean in, pressing a kiss to the soft curve of her shoulder. She smells like wildflowers and something richer, spicier.
Something so precious that it makes my mouth water.
A shiver runs through her. She puts her hand to my shirt and tugs me closer by the collar. I capture her lips with mine. The kiss acts as a spark that bursts into a full-blooded flame. I make a soft noise as I kiss her. She's all soft curves and warmth pressed against the hard lines of my body.
"River..." Her whisper is a mix of warning and invitation.
That's all I need to hear.
"Shh." I nudge her knees apart. My hands finding purchase on her waist as I draw her closer. She doesn't resist. Instead, her legs wrap around my waist, her white dress riding up to reveal more smooth skin than it conceals.
"Does this feel good?" I ask against her neck. Even as my hands roam with a mind of their own, I pray that her words urge me on.
Because I do not know if I can stop, now that I’ve started. She’s alluring and her skin’s so damn warm.
"God, y-yes." Her breath hitches as I pull her against me, eliciting a low groan from my throat.
God, I love when she looks at me like that. I feel like I'm the only man in the fucking universe.
My lips trail from hers, heading down the delicate line of her neck. I can feel the rapid pulse beneath my mouth. The taste of her skin is addictive, the scent of her skin intoxicating as I breathe it in.
She's an open goddamned flame. And I'm too close. I’m already being singed by her heat.
"River," she breathes out. She tilts her head to give me better access. Her fingers work deftly at my belt. In seconds, she has whipped it out of the belt loops of my pants. It clatters against the hardwood floor, discarded.
She wants me as badly as I want her. That knowledge drives me insane.
The zip of my slacks follows the clatter of the belt. It’s a whisper of sound in the charged silence between us.
"God, Pearl..." My voice is rough with desire. “Where have you been all my life?”
She laughs. I bend her gently backward, my hands sliding up her thighs, bunching that white dress around her waist. I’m peeling away layers, barriers.
"God I want you," I murmur. It's more of a confession than a statement. My fingers glide over her mahogany skin, marveling at the softness. "Every inch. You make me crazy."
My words are laced with hunger. A promise of worship and pleasure.
She shivers, her breath catching. For a moment, we're suspended in time. Then she places a hand on my chest. It’s a silent command. I freeze, anticipation coiling tight within me.
Surprise jolts through me when she stands, her movements graceful and sure. There's a fire in her eyes that matches my own.
What the hell is she doing?
