Page 76 of The Truths We Find

And God help me, I need to be the one with restraint right now.

“You really think I brought you in here to talk about work?” I murmur, still close enough to feel her breath hitch. “I needed you.” My hands slide up her arms. “To touch you.”

I kiss her neck in the spot I know drives her crazy. She throws her head back, giving me more room. Her body responding before her mind can catch up.

My head goes fuzzy knowing I can do this to her. I trail my mouth up to her ear, nipping her lobe. She lets out a soft giggle that goes straight to my cock.

“Shhh,” I whisper, half teasing. “You don’t want us getting caught in here, do you?”

“If you keep doing that,” she whispers back, “I can’t promise I’ll stay quiet.”

That’s exactly the problem.

I pull away before I lose what little control I have left and move around to my chair. The moment I create distance, I see it. The way her expression drops, disappointment flickering across her face. It hits harder than it should.

“I didn’t say we had to stop.” She pouts.

“As adorable as you are, we can’t risk someone hearing you in here. I’ll make it up to you later.” I wink.

She huffs, but there’s a smile fighting through. “True. It’s not like you can keep quiet either.”

I raise an eyebrow, amused, because she’s not wrong. And because no matter how hard I try to keep things professional when we’re at work, she still gets under my skin in ways no one else ever has.

Dani stands, stepping into my space and tilts her head, eyes dark.

“You think it’s that easy?” she asks.

Before I can answer, she swings a leg over my lap and settles on top of me, close enough I can feel her warmth through our clothes. My breath stutters as her hands brace on my shoulders.

“Ms. Russell.” I grin. “Are you trying to seduce me?”

Her smile turns wicked.

She drags her hand down my chest, fingers tracing every muscle. When her palm finally closes around my hard cock, she gives it a firm squeeze, and my entire body jolts.

Oh. Fuck.

She leans in, lips brushing my ear. “Is it really seduction,” she whispers, “if you’re already this turned on?”

Her arms slide around my neck, holding my gaze with hers.

“I want to make a deal with you,” she says.

I swallow hard, my hands gripping the arms of the chair.

“A deal.” I chuckle, low and rough. “That sounds dangerous.”

Her smile grows. “That’s kind of the point.”

Right now, I will give her anything she fucking wants. “What are you thinking?”

“I bet you can’t stay quiet while we fool around in here.” She leans closer, voice dropping. “If I’m right, you binge-watch the cheesiest thing I can find on Netflix with me this weekend. No complaining.”

“And if you’re wrong?”

Her eyes flicker with promise. “Then we do that thing you’ve been asking for in bed.”

“Deal.” The word flies out of me way too fast, giving away just how badly I want this.