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“You really didn’t need to apologize for yesterday,” I continued. “I thought you were apologizing for playing me on Monday.”
He shook his head and let out a groan. “This again? I didn’t play you. Iwouldn’tplay you.” He scooted to the edge of his chair and leaned forward so that he was inches from my face. “But I’m sorry I made you feel played. I’m sorry I made you think I didn’t want to talk to you.”
My mouth twisted into a smile. “Thank you. I’m sorry I blocked you.”
“Now that I think about it, I feel played,” he teased. “You played me!”
Pushing his chest, I stifled a laugh. “Shut up.”
He caught my hand and brought it to his lips. “So, are we good?”
“Yeah, we’re good.”
The humor drained from his face as he held my gaze. “I hope you know I would never play you. I would never hurt you,” he said with earnestness. “You are my escape.”
“You’ve said that before, but what does that mean? I’m your escape from reality?” I guessed, searching his face.
“When we first met, I was cool with brushing it off as an escape from real life. But it was never that. You’re not an escape from real life. Youarereal life. And I escape from everything else to have real life with you.”
My breathing hitched.
“When I say you’re my escape, I mean you’re my freedom.” He cupped my face. “When I say you’re my escape, I mean I can be myself with you.” His mouth hovered over mine. “When I say you’re my escape, I mean that whenever and wherever we’re together, it’s the only place I want to be.”
Crashing my lips to his, I kissed him with the overwhelming emotion that was bubbling inside of me. Our mouths moved hungrily and in perfect sync as soft moans escaped us. Tugging me from my seat, he pulled me into his lap. I straddled him in the chair and my skirt rode high on my thighs. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I drew him closer and deepened the kiss.
Pulling away fractionally, he looked up at me. “I wish I would’ve handled things better. I would’ve made it work.”
“How?” I wondered. “The contract I signed was clear.”
“There won’t be too many reasons for you to have to come to the office, so I’ll figure it out. Because I can’t stay away from you. I don’twantto stay away from you.”
My breathing became shallow. “I don’t want to stay away from you either.”
“So, we’ll figure it out,” he decided. “We have to. These last few weeks, I realized a lot.”
“Like what?”
“Like I don’t want you sometimes. I want you all the time.”
“Because I’m irresistible,” I joked softly.
He didn’t laugh.
He grabbed my ass, squeezing as he situated me on his lap. “Yes. You’re irresistible.” He slid his hands to my hips. “And I don’t just mean your beauty or the sex.” He leaned forward, his face an inch from mine. “Youare irresistible. Your mind… your conversation… your company… your heart… All of you is fucking irresistible. And I’m tired of resisting you.”
My stomach did somersaults. “Then don’t resist…” I said in barely a whisper.
He held my gaze. “Then tell me how you feel.”
“I’ve never felt like this before,” I answered, breaking eye contact. “I…”
My sentence trailed off as I tried to figure out how to put my emotions into words that would make sense to him.
He moved his head, forcing our eyes to connect again. He didn’t say anything. He just stared at me, willing me to be transparent.
“I’ve never craved someone like I crave you. I’ve never wanted to be in a relationship before I said yes to you. You have burned your way into my heart, and these last couple of weeks…” I shook my head slightly and then rested my forehead against his. “I’ve never had someone’s absence feel as distinct as their presence.”
He grabbed my face with his hands. “I’m not letting you go. I’m going to figure this out for us.”
