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“Trey,” she whispered.
If he had a weakness, he was quickly learning it was Dahlia’s voice saying his name. He loosened his hold, and she immediately fell forward. Her mouth came down on his, giving no ease or seduction. Her tongue speared past his lips, and he wrapped his arm over her waist, pulling her flat against his chest. Her breathy moan only heightened his need as he grabbed her ass, urging her against his cock.
He’d resisted this woman far too long. Her hands dropped down to the buckle of his pants, leaving no question of her intentions.
“We can lock the door,” she whispered against his lips.
Fuck!
It was the reminder he needed but didn’t want to hear. With the door wide open, it was a reckless position to be in and went against all his control and responsibility. Dahlia was testing all his boundaries. When she pulled away, he knew exactly what her intentions were. She’d get up, lock the door, and within twenty seconds flat, he’d be deep inside her. It was what they both wanted.
But…
Trey wouldn’t let it happen. Not now and not here. He tightened his hold over her back, sliding his lips over hers and finally pulling away. When Dahlia lunged closer, he dug his hands into her ass, giving a strict warning to stop. Some women wouldn’t have heeded his warning. They wouldn’t understand it. Dahlia did, and she stilled, glancing up through her lashes.
Trey gritted his teeth, prepared to make the right decision even if it wasn’t the one he wanted to make. He eased his hold, ignored the painful stretch in his pants, and guided her off his lap. Dahlia stood beside his chair, waiting. Fuck! Trey stood, placed his hand on her back, and walked her across the room.
“You’re done for the night.”
Dahlia spun around, which put them a breath away with her breasts against his chest. Her eyes widened, and he saw a slight shake of her head.
“What?”
“Get your things and head home.”
She knitted her brows. “I still have two hours left on my shift.”
“No. You’re done for the night. Go home.”
She clutched onto his jacket, pulling him closer. “Come with me.”
Oh fuck!
“Dahlia.” He narrowed his gaze. “Go home.”
“Are you sure?”
No.
Trey drew in a breath. “Go home, Dahlia.”
The stern command seemed to gain her attention, and not in a good way. She flattened her lips and turned her head, her hair falling over her shoulder, masking her face. “Goodnight, Trey.”
Trey grasped his hips and dropped his chin to his chest. He was in a massive tug-o-war with what he knew was right and honorable to the code and the promise he’d made to Rogue and Oz, which conflicted with wanting Dahlia. He could have given in to temptation, but Trey knew better than to think one or two nights with her would get her out of his system.
What the fuck is happening to me?
Dahlia was different from any other woman he’d been with. He felt something, a pull, a desire, and an unrelenting need to possess and protect. This was dangerous not only to Trey and his lifestyle and choices but, more importantly, for Dahlia. Taking Dahlia wasn’t the problem. It would be letting her go.
Trey stared at the empty doorway, then walked back to his desk. He stopped at the window overlooking the parking lot. He ignored all the brake lights of cars leaving and the headlights of those arriving. He was waiting for one figure only, and a few minutes later, she appeared. She walked the length of the wall.
“Jared!” Trey shouted.
Within seconds, he heard the heavy boots stop a few feet away, but he kept his gaze locked on her small silhouette.
“Make sure she gets on the bus safely.”
“Yes, sir.”
