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“Okay?” Leo was shaking his head, shrugging his shoulders, looking hopelessly confused.

“But you,” I finally squared my shoulders, pointing at him accusingly, “Youruinedme.”

“Iruinedyou?” Leo sounded appalled, and by the way his eyebrows shot up, I knew he was still lost.

“You ruined sex for me,” I whisper-hissed at him, widening my eyes because please, for the love of god, get it already.

His brows immediately lowered, a harsh frown taking over his face as his eyes darted in between mine, “…It was bad for you?”

“It waslife-alteringfor me!” I slammed myself down into my desk chair, turning so that I was facing him on the opposite side of my desk now, more space was needed for this horrifying admission, “I never knew that sex could feel—thatIcould even…” I grumbled and dropped my face in my hands, my shoulders heaving as I struggled to calm my heart rate, “You made mewant, Leo.” I released a heavy exhale, making myself breathe in and out slowly once more before adding, “…Every time I look at you, I just…want…”

Silenced filled my calm little office.

I could feel him standing there, quiet as a mouse as he let the room absorb my words. I could barely, barely hear his uneven breathing. After a few unbearably silent moments, I finally lifted my head from my hands to look him in the eye.

His brow had the smallest crease in it, not from irritation. From the way his eyes studied me, I knew he wasn’t angry or frustrated with me anymore. Instead, I felt a new emotion from him, one that made my heart skip a beat and embarrassment stain my cheeks.

Understanding.

Maybe, even a dash of pity.

And I didnotwant his pity.

I shook my head and sat up in my chair, pushing myself away from the desk so that I could stand, “Now you know,” I refused to look him in the eye as I bent down to grab my purse, “So if you’ll just—”

“What do you want, Jacqueline?” Leo asked, his voice soft.

The question made me freeze while I was grabbing my phone to drop it into my purse. I turned and looked up at him. He had one hand braced on my desk; his eyes locked on me.

“What do you mean?” I asked, trying to ignore how my skin started to hum under his look.

“You said that looking at me makes you want…” Leo took a step around the desk, slow, cautious, waiting for some sort of reaction from me. When I stood still, he took another, and another, until he rounded my desk and stood no more than six inches from me. I had to crane my neck to look up at him, “What, exactly, do I make you want?”

I wheezed.

My muscles locked in anticipation, my hands fisting my phone and purse tighter than I thought was possible.

“I…It doesn’t matter—”

“The fuck it does,” Leo took a step closer and yanked my purse out of my hands, dropping it to the floor. I gaped at the motion, prepared to tell him off when he crowded my space. I considered holding my ground, but I couldn’t stop myself from backing up and stumbling into my chair, “You don’t get to be rude to me, rip into me in front of my team,” he braced each of his hands on both armrests of my chair, caging me in. I thought my heart was going to explode out of my chest. I felt my entire vagina pulse at the visual of him towering over me again, “When you’re telling me that there is a simple solution to our problems.”

I shook my head, swallowing around a dry lump in my throat, trying not to lean in closer becausegood godhis scent was intoxicating, “There isn’t.”

“No,” Leo’s voice was authoritative and demanding, one I had only ever heard him usethatnight. “You said that I make you want, so you need to tell mewhatyou want. Because I swear to god Jacqueline…” When I tried to look away, he used his grip on my chair to turn me back into his line of sight, and blood rushed in my ears from the excitement of it, “If you’re telling me that the solution to our problems is for me to bend you over this desk right now, I’ll do it.”

Oh my god, I squeezed my thighs together at his crude words, a movement he tracked as he glanced down. A flush of arousal coated my skin, and suddenly, the bra I wore today was very sensitive against my breasts. This was wrong,sowrong. So many violations were happening just being in this position with him. We were atwork. It was still technically the workday because we were both here after hours, working.

Except we weren’t working.

Leo was crowding me in my desk chair in a way that made me want to melt into his touch. His cologne was making me dizzy in the most pleasing way, and I was so, so desperate for connection again that I was considering it.

“…You’re bluffing,” I murmured, trying to blink confidently, not that slow horny blink I did when I was overwhelmed with lust.

A slow, lazy grin spread across Leo’s lips as he held my eyes, and he released one armrest to gently brush his index finger down my cheek, “I wish I was, Jacqueline,” I was clutching either side of my seat for dear life, “But I won’t offer it again. If you say no, I’ll walk right out your door,” he used his finger to point at the closed door, making me widen my eyes, “And you and I will never speak of this again.”

I licked my lips, my chest heaving, desperate for oxygen to clear my mind, but only the clean, earthy scent of Leo suffocated my senses, “We…shouldn’t…”

“That isn’t what I’m asking,” Leo shook his head once before leaning in, using his hand to gently cup my jaw, “Look me in the eye,” his gaze dropped to my parted lips for a beat before he continued, “And tell me you don’t want me to touch you. That you don’t want me to relieve all this…tensionyou’re holding in.” His gaze dropped to my chest, and his hot exhale brushed over my skin at the sight of what was poking through my bra and shirt, “Otherwise, I’d be happy to be of service.”