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Lirael's POV

I backed her against the door, looming over her and bracing my hands on either side of her head.

She tilted her face toward mine, eyes flashing. “What do you want, Lirael?” “You know what I want.” She exhaled shakily. “Why?” “Why what?” “Why do you want that from me? You have your choice of women. Why risk our professional relationship for this?” I lowered my head, my nose grazing against her cheek until I reached her ear. “Because I want another taste. I want to see if you’ll come as sweetly for me now as you did then.” Her breath hitched, and I turned so my lips brushed against the soft skin of her cheek. “Just think. By now, Jovan will be up here, right outside this door. He’ll be sitting out there waiting patiently for me while I’m making you come. If that isn’t revenge, I don’t know what is.”

“I’m not having sex with you in your office.” There was far less conviction in that statement than she probably thought. My lips traveled down until they were hovering just o