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disgusted sneer. Don t even try to convince yourself you ve got
something going for that white man.
But I think I do. Eden looked up to capture his eyes with hers.
She shook her head and let out a low strangled moan. It was just
supposed to be some fun. Something happened& I don t know&
It s your decision to make. Go to jail because of a single phone
call from me or let this guy s business collapse around him. He
stood, pulled out his wallet, and then dropped a twenty dollar bill on
the table. He didn t look at her as he started to walk away. Up to
you.
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Chapter Eight
I went back to your house, but you weren t there.
Stupid, stupid, stupid. Of course he wasn t there. He was here. In
his office. Where she was standing now. Duh.
He looked up from the newspaper spread over his desk and stared
back at her blandly. As she stood transfixed at the doorway, her mind
raced for something else to say.
Why did you leave? He sounded tired. Almost defeated.
He could have asked her how she broke into his offices again. He
might have even asked her how she spent the hours since she last saw
him. She would have even settled for him asking how she was.
Oh no. He had to get straight to the million dollar question. The
one she didn t want to answer yet.
I I& , she stuttered.
His eyes narrowed and then the rage radiating from them struck
her like a fist. Jesse stood rapidly, and she winced as his chair
slammed into the wall. Like a hunter stalking his prey, he crossed the
room and left a trail of menace in his wake.
His hands spread beside her shoulders, almost pinning her in
place. He repeated his question. The smallest hint of huskiness raked
over his words as his short-lived anger faded. Why did you leave?
Gavin had said to come up with something. No matter what she
tried though, she couldn t think of a way out of the damage she left
behind. She just knew she had to fix it. She just couldn t let him think
he hadn t touched her.
She shut her eyes. I needed to think. I need to talk to you&
Look at me.
A subtle hint of coffee aroma washed over her as he spoke. She
didn t need to open her eyes to know how close he was. No doubt, if
either of them moved a fraction, their mouths would graze. She
opened her eyes, but kept her gaze down.
Jesse, I need to tell you&
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His mouth slanted over hers. His thumb tilted her chin up and she
gave in to him. When he pulled away, flecks of gold sparkled in his
eyes.
Tell me you re not leaving my side today, he said. He captured
her mouth again. Tell me you re coming back to my bed, he
continued before brushing her mouth with his. His hand slipped under
the hem of her dress to cup her heated sex.
Tell me that you ll never leave me like that again. Not without
talking to me first. Tell me that whatever is wrong, we ll fix it
together&
The protest almost made it past her lips. She almost kept her
resolve intact and confessed her sins to him. But then, his fingers
pushed impatiently into her panties and slid over her clit.
Electric jolts sped through her as he tormented her body. His
fingers curled inside of her and worked magic until she could no
longer feel her legs. She remained upright only because she leaned
heavily against him, crying out as the pleasure ebbed and flowed.
Somewhat stunned, she barely noticed when he walked her to his
desk, his hand never leaving her body as he guided her. Eden draped
forward and ignored the hard wood pressing against her abdomen and
breasts. Jesse stopped manipulating her long enough to pull down her
panties and push the dress over her hips. When he plunged his cock
into her, she screamed.
Jesse rode through her sudden orgasm, his fingers gripping tightly
to her hips. With long, sure strokes he pounded into her depths until
his body tensed. With a final grunt of triumph, he released his essence
into the woman who had managed to send his emotions on a dizzying
tumult he d never experienced before.
His thundering heart rate eased down, and the blinding lust backed
down with it. Eden pulsed around him as she also struggled to
regulate her breathing. The initial relief of seeing her standing there
had given way to such disappointment and maybe, anger, over the
way she d left that morning. Looking down on the way he d taken
her, knocking aside the items on his desk, his pants pooled around his
ankles, her dress hiked haphazardly over her waist, a flush of shame
washed over him.
He pulled out, wincing at his insensitivity. I m sorry, he
mumbled.
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For what? Eden flipped onto her back to watch him. Her eyes
still blazed with molten passion. For being a little rough? Babe, that
was hot.
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