Pure energy.
I wanted more of it. I had a feeling I’d get addicted, but it would only be this one time.
I could handle one time.
The energy started to dissipate, and I hummed out my displeasure. I was losing him again.
“Preston, what’s the problem?” I sighed and opened my eyes, already knowing what I was going to see.
He was deliciously disheveled, with his hair sticking up in all directions and his mouth bruised from mine. But his dark eyes were full of turbulence. Not the fun kind.
The kind that said this was stopping.
“I can’t do this week without you. I have three depositions this afternoon and four more tomorrow.”
“Divorce is big business.”
He clenched his jaw. “I can’t dispute that statement.”
I sighed. “I already quit. You really don’t have a choice.”
“Please reconsider.” His gaze dropped to my mouth again, and he brushed his thumb along my lower lip.
“Is this supposed to be my perk?”
He frowned again and dragged his gaze up to mine. “What?”
“To work here?”
“What? No. Of course not. What sort of man do you take me for?”
“Oh, I don’t know. A man who was two minutes and a ready condom away from taking me on that desk?” I didn’t add that I’d be taking him too, since his mind was already blown enough.
I didn’t want to kill the guy. Not until I’d used him for my personal aims anyway.
“Two minutes? You give me little credit. I do know the word foreplay.”
I did not want to smile right now. Next thing I knew I’d like the guy, and that was not happening.
When I didn’t reply, he cursed under his breath and took a step back, immediately straightening his tie. “I forgot myself for a moment. It’s you. I don’t know what it is about you that makes me so nuts.”
“Sorry. I’ll get out of your hair.”
He moved in front of the door. “No. Ryan, please.” His gaze dropped to my breasts and then immediately rose to sync with mine. “We can be professional.”
I drew a lazy, winding line down his tie with my forefinger. “Not really interested in that. I was sorta hoping we could just bang this out of our systems and then go our separate ways.”
“Bang it out? That’s ridiculous,” he sputtered.
“You’ve never had a wild fling? It’s really good for you.”
“No. I don’t have those types of relationships anymore.”
My eyebrow winged up. “Anymore, hmm?” I purred.
Damn Luna and her hmm-ing.
His jaw tightened. “No. I don’t do that.”