I knew I was being a bastard and it got under her skin, but fuck, that turned me on even more.

She was pissed at me, and rightly so. She thought I was being a motherfucker by calling her in here for the hell of it. When I didn’t say anything more right away, she turned and faced me once again. I found myself standing and moving toward her, hating that I was being like this just because I liked getting her worked up.

I didn’t want her thinking I was this egotistical bastard, but I knew she did, as did everyone around me.

It was time for me to set all of this straight, let her know my intentions, and go from there. Hopefully she didn’t knee me in the balls, although I probably deserved it.

When I was right in front of her, could hear that her breathing picked up, I softened my features, pushing away that wall I kept in front of me. I made sure everyone around me was at a constant distance; it made it easier to get my shit done. I’d never wanted anything more than was necessary with anyone.

But whatever it was, something about Harley made me want so much more. Fuck, I wanted her in every way, not just in my bed but also in my life. I wanted to have her as my woman. I didn’t want anyone else. Ever.

I think she was aware of the change in me. This expression crossed her features, a little surprised, but she also relaxed a fraction.

Without thinking, this instinct and possessiveness moved through me. I lifted my hand and pushed the fall of her hair away from her shoulder. She sucked in a breath at the touch, but I liked that, loved that she was reacting. I wasn’t going to sugarcoat anything, wasn’t going to try and lie about any of it. Two months had passed, and I was ready to stake my claim, make her know I wanted her.

I could tell I affected her in more than one way, but whether she’d embrace that remained to be seen.

“Mr. Wright.” She whispered my name.

“You’ll call me Noah. I need you to call me that.”

I stared at her lips. I wasn’t the type of man that gave in to anyone or anything, but for Harley I’d gladly give her my entire world.

Insta-everything was going on with me where it concerned her, and I wasn’t about to ignore this, not when it was the first real thing I’d ever felt. I wasn’t going to pretend that this was a passing, superficial experience.

This was fucking real.

I saw the emotion flash across her face, the confusion, the war. She wanted me; I knew that by the way she acted toward me and by her body language. But she was trying to keep her composure, trying to keep this wall between us. I sensed that, felt it since I was trying to do that myself.

“I don’t think this is appropriate, Mr. Wright,” she said, but I kept my hand on her cheek and stroked my thumb along her jawline.

“Appropriate? Maybe not. But it feels pretty fucking right, Harley. It feels really damn good to me.”

“You’re my boss.” She tried to sound adamant, but I could hear the longing in her voice.

I didn’t stop touching her jawline. I wanted to touch more of her … all of her. She slipped her tongue out and ran it along the swell of her bottom lip. And I lost all semblance of the self-control I’d been holding on to. I lowered my head, moved slightly toward her, and knew if I allowed myself to kiss her, I wouldn’t be able to stop.

But I paused with our mouths only inches apart. “Tell me you want this, that you want me.” I stared right in her eyes. “We don’t have to fight this.”

She breathed hard, and the sweet scent of her breath, laced with cinnamon and sugar, moved along my mouth.

“I want you, and I know you want me, Harley. I can see it when you look at me, in the way you hold yourself in my presence.”

“We shouldn’t cross this line,” she whispered.

And that’s when I did what I’d wanted to do for the last two months.

I cupped the back of her head and placed my mouth right on hers. She gasped instantly, and I used that opportunity to lick at her lips before delving inside her mouth. I felt the moment she gave in, her resistance leaving and breaking away into desire. I pulled her closer, tilted my head to deepen the kiss, and groaned at how good she tasted. She must have had hot chocolate before coming into the office, because her flavor was incredible.

Harley panted against my mouth. I needed her so fucking badly. Her hair was loose around her face, and I gripped a chunk behind her head, pulled back, and broke the kiss. I immediately went to her throat and started sucking and licking at her soft, creamy skin.

“Oh. God,” she gasped, and I instantly went back to her mouth, delving my tongue inside.

A groan left me, my control right out the fucking window. All I could picture was tossing the shit off my desk and bending her over the glass and chrome. I took her mouth harder at the same time she had her hands on my biceps, digging her nails into my arms. The dress shirt was a barrier I wanted gone. I wanted that pain from her clutching at me.

“Tell me this is so fucking good for you, Harley.” I used my hand in her hair to angle her head farther back and to the side. That’s when I really mouth fucked her.

I was a man possessed, so consumed by her very presence I couldn’t even think rational thoughts.

“It’s good,” she finally whispered, and I thrust my tongue in and out of her mouth, doing between her lips what I wanted to do between her thighs.

“Since you walked into my office I have been unable to think about much else,” I admitted freely. “I haven’t been able to stop myself from wanting you, from obsessing about you.” Hell, I could have told her that I hadn’t been with a woman in a damn year, well before she’d come along. I had absolutely no desire for empty sex, and then she’d stepped into my office. Harley was my weakness, and as crazy as that might seem to the majority of the populace, I didn’t give a shit.

Fuck them if they thought what I wanted, how I felt for this woman, wasn’t real.

This was my life, and if she’d have me, I’d show her that I wasn’t this coldhearted bastard … at least not to her.

I’d treat her like a queen. My queen.

But then it felt as if cold water splashed on the fire consuming me. She placed her hands on my chest and pushed back.

“This isn’t right. This is getting into dangerous territory.”

I breathed in and out, trying to rein in my desire. Running my hand over my hair, I stared at her, knowing I might look feral. Hell, I felt fucking wild. Maybe we should stop, but she was so damned addictive.

Stopping seemed wrong, but what Harley might not know was that she had the power here.