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“I think it’s what’s best, Eli. There’s no denying that.”
“I don’t know why you say it like that,” I snapped, suddenly irritated. “You act like there’s something major going on that you need to get away from.”
“Um, that’s because there is.” The volume of her voice raised as her body tensed. “You.”
“Really?” I countered, spitting it out like I wasn’t slighted by it at all. “Is that because you can’t stand to be around me without mentally fucking me in your head?”
Her lips parted an inch or so, letting out a sharp breath, and I knew that I’d gotten under her skin. She shook her head. “I don’t know, Eli.”
I grabbed her hand again, pulling her into my chest. “You know there’s fire between us.”
Her eyes widened but she didn’t pull away, biting down on her lip as my nose brushed hers. “Eli…”
“Olivia…” I murmured, my lips pressing to her soft skin as I drank in the scent of her. Fuck, she drove me wild.
She let out a soft, light moan, rubbing against my erection that was pressed to her lower stomach. My kiss deepened, my tongue running along her bottom lip, taking my sweet time. Olivia sucked me into her mouth and my cock raged in my pants, wishing that her hot, wet mouth was around it rather than kissing me.
My fingers ran along her sides, reveling in the way that she trembled at my touch. I wanted to get her black sweater off, but I didn’t want to rush her. I wanted her to want me. My lips trailed from hers, making their way along her jaw, the one that I had been admiring from afar.
Olivia caught her breath as I made my way to her earlobe, pausing to nibble on it. She rubbed against me and I groaned softly into her ear.
“You want me, don’t you?”
“Mmm…” was all she said in response as my kisses landed on the nape of her neck, sucking and licking her skin. “Eli…” There was something in her tone that caused me to freeze, pulling away to meet her ocean-blue eyes.
“What is it?” I barely asked the question before the weight of rejection slammed right into my chest.
“I just don’t think that we should be doing this anymore.” Her tone was firm, and almost could’ve been confused with being unbothered—but her eyes gave her away. Her pupils were still dilated with lust as she held my gaze, and there was emotion there. I mean, I was no body language whisperer or something, but I knew she was fighting herself. However…
The rejection was still a bitch—one that I couldn’t fucking handle.
“You catching feelings or something?” I raised a brow, dropping my hands from her body and ignoring the disappointment that came with the loss of contact.
“Um…I honestly just think that we shouldn’t be messing around anymore. I’m leaving for Los Angeles after the premiere anyway.”
“That’s even more of a fucking reason to mess around.” I gave her a shrug, keeping my tone light and as unbothered as I wished that I was. “But hey, you know, you’re probably right. I’d hate for Owen or someone here in the office to find out right before you leave. It’d really fuck things up for you.”
Olivia gave me a much-deserved glare. “Whatever, Eli. I’m tired of playing your game. I deserve better than just some secret office hookup.”
My mouth dropped, but I didn’t say anything more—I didn’t get a chance to. She spun on her heels and hightailed out of the conference room, letting the heavy door slam behind her.
What the fuck?
This woman had grown some balls overnight. Sure, she had always gotten to me, but this move had entirely knocked me off my feet. And for the first time in my entire life…
I felt fucking heartbroken.
I stared at the solid wooden door for a few moments longer, pondering the tight, uncomfortable, and just downright sad emotions that were overtaking my insides. Women had burned me before, but it was as though Olivia had ripped my heart right out of me and then stomped all over it.
All because she doesn’t wanna fuck anymore?
My face contorted from confusion at my own thoughts. It was a head-scratcher, really. Well, unless I had real feelings for her.
“Nah, no way,” I muttered to myself, ripping open the door and heading to grab my shit so I could leave for the day. Even if what I was feeling was real love—or whatever it was—I would get over it.
Maybe.
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