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I’m gasping for air, poised on the edge of release, but I can’t let myself fall. I don’t know what’s on the other side.
Like he can read my mind, Arsen grips my hips and slams me against him, forcing a cry out of me. “Don’t overthink it. Come for me.”
I fall apart like I was just waiting for his permission.
The orgasm tears through me, and I collapse against his chest, clinging to him as he pumps into me. His breathing grows heavier and heavier until his hands slow on my body.
Arsen squeezes his eyes closed and then he kisses me. His usual grace is gone as he groans into my mouth, chasing his own release.
We lean against each other, sweaty and breathless, and I barely remember why I came here.
Then I hear Nina’s excited squeal from outside, and I stiffen.
“Shit!” I shove against Arsen’s chest. He slides out of me, drawing another involuntary breath from my lips. I hop off his desk and find my skirt.
Arsen slides his pants up and leans back against his desk, arms crossed over his bare chest. I don’t even remember him taking his shirt off.
“Where are my shoes?” I bend down to look under his desk.
“You weren’t wearing shoes.” I hate the smirk in his voice. I hate even more that he’s right.
“We shouldn’t have done this. What were we thinking?”
One damned sex dream, and I lose my mind.
“I know whatIwas thinking,” he says. “But I’ll spare you the gory details.”
“That—” I can’t help staring at his messy desk, the scene of the crime, “—shouldn’t have happened. It makes everything so much more complicated.”
“I happen to think it’s simple.”
“Simple?” I gawk. “How? On what planet?”
He crosses the room and grabs my chin, pressing a kiss to my lips. “We’re husband and wife,roza. What could be simpler than that?”
29
LAILA
“So—let’s talk revenge.” Guilia wags her brows over her drink, and I have to actually look around the restaurant to remind myself where I am.
I know where I’m not.
Not in Arsen’s office. Not wrapped around his waist while he drives into me.
To say I’ve been distracted since last night would be an understatement. Guilia’s plate is almost empty, and I’ve barely even touched my salad. How long have we been sitting here?
Things may be simple for Arsen, but my head has been a mess.
I focus on Guilia. “Who are we getting revenge on?”
“Your husband!” Guilia raises a brow. “Please tell me he didn’t take your credit cards after just one little shopping trip? If so, not to worry—you can get lines of credit through the store. This plan can still work.”
“Oh.” I take a sip of my cherry lemonade. “He didn’t take my cards. I actually think he’s glad to see me finally using them.”
Guilia sighs dreamily, cupping her chin in her palms. “A man after my own heart. Remind me why you’re on the outs with him? Because he’s looking pretty dreamy from where I’m sitting.”
I snort. “Does Enzo know all it takes to put hearts in your eyes is an unlimited shopping spree?”
