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Knox dropped her onto a desk, making Emerald’s breath catch in her throat. “Tell me you don’t want me, Ems,” he whispered hoarsely in her ear as his fingers raked down her thighs, leaving angry red lines in their wake. When his hands reached the underside of her knees, he yanked her to the very edge, spreading her legs and stepping inside.
Emerald gasped, feeling his heat press against the thin fabric of her underwear… or was it just her own pooling there?
“Tell me you don’t want this.” His voice tickled the sensitive skin of her neck, making all the baby hair there stand on end.
He was right. She did want this. She wanted his treacherous touch all over her body, plying and bending her to his will. She wanted his lips—currently lavishing the tender column of her throat with hot kisses—wherever on her he could reach. She wanted to hear his voice, deep and possessive, telling her just how badly he craved her and what he planned to do with her if she gave in. She wanted it all.
But I shouldn’t, a tiny voice practically moaned in her head. It was very hard to do anything other than moan when Dameon Knox was gripping her hips to grind her core against him. Cunningham asked me to spy on him. Not fuck him, she tried reminding herself.
She supposed sleeping with the enemy could have its advantages. He was far more likely to tell her secrets in a post-orgasmic haze than at any other time. But would that be why she was sleeping with him? No. She’d be screwing him because he was fit, oddly charming, and bloody dangerous.
And she wanted him.
He’s a frigging bad guy, Emerald. What the fuck are you doing?! she tried admonishing herself for what felt like the nineteenth time this week. Nevertheless, she found her back arching into him as her head dropped back.
“Emerald…” he sang, his hands traveling up her shirt, dipping past her waist to cup her breasts.
He wanted an answer.
