My One And Only (Very Irresistible Bachelors 5)
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“And that was?”
“I needed to see you.”
Oh wow. Wow.
He looked around, zeroing in on the couch. “Is that our workplace?”
“No, as it happens, the office furniture was just delivered. Come on, I’ll show you.”
I was ridiculously happy that he was there. It meant he missed me!
I caught myself swinging my hips seductively while I led him to the back room. I hadn’t even meant to, but this sexy man had a strange influence on me. I tried to straighten up. Maybe he hadn’t noticed.
When we walked inside the room, I proudly pointed each arm toward a desk. He set his laptop on one, then unexpectedly wrapped an arm around my waist. His mouth was on my neck, his hand on my hip.
“Don’t swing that ass like that in front of me, or I’m going to do more than distract you. So. Much. More.”
I laughed softly. “Well, if it helps, I wasn’t doing it on purpose.”
“It doesn’t help.”
Turning around, I pinched his chest. “Well, then, sit in that chair and stop tempting me.”
“I’ve graduated from distracting you to tempting? I call this progress.”
“I call it a shameless tactic.”
He winked. “That too. So, which one is my desk?”
“That one. Now, let’s buckle down to work, mister. It’s only four o’clock.”
Completing any tasks when Liam was in the same room was not easy. I was so aware of his presence, of that seductive energy he emanated, that I could barely focus.
When I rewrote the last sentence of an email for the third time, I groaned.
“Someone’s having trouble concentrating with me around,” Liam teased.
“You think?”
“Definitely.” A smile played on his lips as he rose from his chair, stalking toward my desk. I swallowed, clasping my hands in my lap in anticipation. He sat on the edge of the desk, leaning in to me.
He cupped my face, pressing his fingers at the back of my head. That feral glint in his eyes gave him away—he was one second away from kissing me.
When our lips touched,
my whole body lit up. His mouth was hot and relentless, and the way he moved his lips and tongue was overpowering my senses.
“Tess, I have a confession to make,” he whispered against my mouth.
“Hmmm...”
“I don’t actually have anything left to do today. I just brought my laptop as a way to distract myself...and it’s not working.”
“You’re lucky, because I still have a ton of things to do.”
“I’ll wait however long you want. But only if you promise me one thing.”
“And what is that?”