“Stop this,” Elias growled, the word low almost like he didn't want to say it. His palm felt hot against Nora’s skin, even though not in a painful way but, as if letting go would doom them both.Nora’s heart beat wildly. She had leaned over his desk moments ago, her fitted black sweater dipping low to reveal the soft curve of her breasts and the edge of her black lace bra. Now she's standing trapped in that charged space between them, close enough to catch the warm scent of his perfume mixed with the faint salt of restrained desire.She didn’t pull away. Instead, she lifted her chin, her hair curls brushing her cheek, she looked up meeting his eyes. “Why?” she whispered in low, soft but bold voice. “Because you want to touch me more than you want to stop this?”Elias’s jaw tightened visibly. At the age of forty three, he was the perfect picture of a disciplined authority. Bright eyes nice looks and a sharp well built features that commanded respect in every lecture hall. But right n
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