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“Channing.” I try to make his name sound like a warning, but it comes out too breathy.
“I like my real name on your lips, even though Charming was close,” he murmurs and fixates his attention to my mouth.
Heat travels through my body, igniting every nerve to beg for his touch.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Because I haven’t been able to get you off my mind. Not since I woke up and found myself alone. Fu©k, not since the moment I saw you in the ballroom.”
“It was only one night.”
“Are you telling me that’s all you want? You’ve been able to forget me so easily?” The fire in his eyes as they search mine burns through the lie resting on my tongue.
“I…”
“You haven’t stopped thinking about it either. Have you, Elle?”
I sink my teeth into my lip to stem the words, but my body betrays me with a shake of my head.
“Do you think about me when you touch yourself? Pretend it’s my hands on your body the same way I remember your hands on mine?”
I whimper at the images he conjures.
“Tell me,” he demands.
“Yes.” I meet his gaze and trail my hands up to link my hands behind his neck.
The move presses my breasts more against his chest, and the friction drives my need for him higher.
“Kiss me,” I tell him.
I don’t wait for his response and pull him down even as he lowers his head. Our mouths meet in a fiery explosion of fireworks and sensation with a direct line to my core. Channing’s tongue traces along my lips, and I open to allow him to take complete control of our kiss as my pu$$y throbs under the onslaught.
His arm tightens around my waist and arches me farther against him. I’m only vaguely aware of the thud of the mug hitting the thick desk before his other hand grips my a$$ and squeezes.
I break the kiss on a mewl, my head tipping back on my shoulders. He takes advantage and drops his lips to my neck, finding the sensitive spot just below my earlobe. Shifting my hands to his hair, I hold him in place. He nips at my earlobe, and my knees buckle with pleasure.
Without missing a beat, he boosts me into his arms until my legs wrap around his waist. He pulses his hips, rubbing his erection against the center seam of my pants.
He groans and his fingers flex against my thighs.
“Let me,” he growls.
His lips continue their assault on my jaw, neck, and ear.
The rational part of me knows what I should say.
That side of you wouldn’t be kissing your stepbrother.
Touché.
“Elle.” My name is a vibration against my skin and travels through my body to obliterate rational thought.
I don’t even know what he wants me to agree to.
Do you care?
Memories of our night together flash through my body and leave nothing but heat in their wake.
“Yes.”
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