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MARISSALayton B, the D, was pacing around outside my office. I saw him emerging from the side stairwell and it looked like he was headed to me until he stopped dead in his tracks. Why, I didn’t know.I had been quite sure he was looking for me, since he’d been walking purposefully in my direction, but now I wasn’t so sure. These were his offices, though. Surely he knew how to get to wherever he wanted to go, even if he did seem more than a little lost right now.Green eyes flickered across my work space. I could’ve sworn he stopped breathing when they did. Slowly, he seemed to be taking note of everything I had in here. Even from the distance I was at, I could practically see the tension rolling off him.Crap. Had I done something wrong? I couldn’t think of a single thing. I hadn’t had any interaction with him since I brought him the file with my plans and reports on the new project on Friday. Though he hadn’t wanted to discuss them with me, I knew they were solid.If I had done som
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MARISSAIf Layton were to ask me to locate absolutely anything he could name that I had in here, I would’ve been able to find it in less than thirty seconds. I would’ve bet on it.He didn’t ask me for anything, though. He merely leaned with his hip against the wall, looking like he genuinely believed something might slither out and bite him.Layton crossed his arms. If I had to guess, I would say he was supremely uncomfortable. For some reason, that thought kind of thrilled me a little bit. To have any kind of effect on a man as put together as him was a win in my book.“You said you had something to discuss with me?” I asked, drawing his gaze to mine and away from my stuff. “Are you sure you won’t have a seat?”He shook his head. “I’ll only be a minute.”“Sure,” I took my seat, crossing my legs primly and straightening my spine. I had no idea why I did it, only that it made me feel a little bit more comfortable and powerful in his intimidating presence.My office was the size of a ma
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LAYTONTearing my eyes away from the deep blue of hers, I looked pointedly down at the paper spread out in front of me. “Blueprints. What about you? Why are you here so late?”Marissa shrugged, the upward movement of her shoulders slightly lifting the hem of her bright purple dress. The temperature in the office was mild despite the bitter cold outside. She seemed intent on taking advantage of it, dressing in clothes that revealed more than any winter attire had the right to much less than I was partly hoping her summer attire would.“There was too much work just sitting there on my desk and staring at me when the others left,” she said. “I couldn’t leave it all until tomorrow. I’m here to do my job, so I couldn’t leave when there was so much left to do.”Something we had in common. It wasn’t a welcome realization that we might share the same work ethic or anything else, for that matter. It was bad enough that she was so physically appealing and appeared to be smart and dedicated. I d
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MARISSAI barely had time to make sense of what was happening. One second, I was looking over Layton’s design, acting on an impulse to move the balcony that he appeared to be struggling to position. The next, he began tapping again and my hand shot out on reflex to soothe him.All of a sudden, out of absolutely nowhere, the kind of heat I wouldn’t have imagined he had in him jumped to the surface of those green eyes. It burned with an intensity I couldn’t quite fathom in a man who was usually as cool as a cucumber.But I couldn’t deny it either. It was definitely there and it took my breath away. With one look, he got me wetter than I’d been in a very long time. A testament to my current sex life, or lack thereof, that a freaking look would get me hot, bothered and throbbing in an instant.The insistent need between my legs came on as suddenly as his lips moving toward mine. Before I could overthink the situation, before I could convince myself that this was a bad idea, Layton had sea
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MARISSA“Let them,” I breathed, my chest heaving as I practically panted with need. Holding him to me by resting one hand on the nape of his neck, I allowed the other to trail over the lean muscles in his back. Dirty talk wasn’t really my thing, but words just came rushing out of me under his skilled touch. “They’re all for you, Layton. Every moan, every gasp is because I can’t hold them back. Let me feel what they do to you.”Groaning loudly, he reached up to grab my hand on his neck. He brought it down roughly, his eyes wild with desire as they bore into mine. Without any shame or hesitation, he planted my hand firmly over his erection. “This is what you do to me.”I wasn’t used to a man being so assertive in the heat of the moment. There was no fumbling, no uncertainty. Every move he made was done with no doubt or reservation, yet somehow was gentle enough to let me know I could walk away if I wanted. That he would let me go even if it killed him, or more likely, doomed him to week
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LAYTONFor such a big guy, Craig was surprisingly in touch with his instincts. I considered coming clean to him, but this wasn’t an episode of some girly rom-com. He didn’t need to hear me recapping my night with the sexy new employee any more than I needed to know all about the last girl he fucked at the gym. Or wherever it was the big man went to get his rocks off.The sex wasn’t really what was on my mind anyway. What really was, he might actually be able to spitball possibilities with me about. I took a breath and fisted my hands in my pockets, eyes tracking on a bird about to take a shit on a delivery truck. I wondered if that bird was my dad, and if I was the delivery truck.“Why do you think he made me hire Marissa?” I asked Craig, hoping to all that was holy he would have a better answer than my truck under the bird scenario.A line appeared between his eyebrows before he threw his arms out to the side and shrugged. “I don’t know, man. She saved you a shit ton of money on her
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