©A.K. MacBride 2019
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The sound of my office door clicking shut had me looking up from the report I was reading over. Confusion pulled my brows together as Zoe strolled toward my desk, looking insanely sexy in a pair of black tights and white t-shirt. It wasn’t hard to miss the black bra hiding beneath the cotton either.
The closer she came, the louder my heart began to thud. What the hell was she doing here? I opened my mouth to ask her as much, but to my horror, no sound came. This was beyond ridiculous, I was a grown-ass man, I’d been with women before, so why did this one turn me into a gawking idiot?
“Morning, Sheriff.” The way my title rolled off her tongue had my body heating up and my blood rushing south.
Clearing my throat, I shifted in my seat. “Morning.”
One side of her sinfully luscious mouth lifted into a smile. My eyes zeroed in on her index finger trailing along the opposite side of my desk. “What brings you here?” If I heard the strain in my voice, she probably did too.
As she rounded my desk, my heart went into overdrive, its frantic rhythm thundering in my ears. Oblivious to the way she was affecting me, Zoe sauntered even closer. She was so tantalizing close, I could just reach forward, curl my fingers around her wrist and yank her on to my lap. Not acting on that impulse was almost impossible. Almost.
“You and I have unfinished business.” Her voice was as sweet as honey. I wonder if it will still sound as sweet when she cries out my name while I — Shit! I needed to get a grip on my thoughts.
In an attempt to seem relaxed, I rested my arms against the armrest and leaned back in my chair. “We do? I wasn’t aware.”
My eyes widened when Zoe parked her ass on the desk in front of me, she pulled her lips into a pout that had me thinking all sorts of things. “Ah, come now, Eli.”
She was close, too damn close. I needed space, I needed to breathe. Scooting my chair back, I pushed to my feet, but Zoe was faster. Before I even had time to react, we were toe-to-toe, the warmth of her palms pressed against my chest searing me through the fabric of my shirt.
With every bat of her lashes, she was stealing my sanity, so much so that I felt my resolve slip. I brought my hands up with the intent to push her away, instead, I shoved my fingers into her hair. Unable to stop myself, I slowly and purposefully lowered my mouth to hers.
When our lips were just a breath apart, Zoe reached up and held my face in her palms. “Eli,” my name fell from her lips in a whispered plea. My gaze snapped to hers, the same plea shining in her eyes. “Eli,” she said again, firmer this time. “You have to save me.”
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