Page 94 of Empire State Enemies

I press her against the elevator wall, kissing her hard and rough.

But abruptly, she pulls away. “Wait,” she says sharply, her grip on my shirt now more angry than aroused. “This doesn’t change anything between us. It’s just a one-time thing to get this tension out of our systems.”

She clenches her fists around my shirt as if daring me to argue. “We finish what we started the first night. That’s it. We never speak of this again or even acknowledge it happened.”

“Works for me. Glad we’re on the same page.”

But she’s still not done laying down the law apparently. “And just so we’re clear—this has zero impact on my job or the campaign.”

I can’t help but let out a low, mocking laugh. “You really don’t think too highly of me, do you?”

Her eyes flash. “I have a hell of a lot more to lose here than you, Quinn.”

“Fair enough,” I reply, lifting both hands in surrender.

My eyebrow shoots up, waiting to see if she has any other stipulations for me. But apparently she’s said her piece, because she wraps her arms around my neck and rises up on tiptoes, mouth seeking mine again.

“You sure about this?” I ask, pulling back just a fraction, giving her another out.

“Yeah,” she pants, chest heaving with every breath. Those mesmerizing eyes of hers lock on to mine with a challenge.

I tangle my fingers in her hair, tilting her head back as I kiss her again.

Fuck, her lips feel like pure sin—just like that first explosive night. And the way she matches my every move with a ferocity that borders on feral . . . It’s like a shot of pure adrenaline straight to my veins.

For the first time in longer than I care to admit, I feel a glimmer of my old self resurfacing.

And it’s all thanks to this infuriating, intoxicating woman I’ve got wrapped up in my arms.

My hand roams up her thigh, hitching her leg over my hip. I grip her hips tightly as I press my hard length against her.

Fuck. I need to feel her skin against mine, to hear her heart pounding against my chest. I’ve been craving this since she ran out on me that first night at the hotel.

I have to have her. Right fucking now. I have to see those kaleidoscope eyes roll back in pleasure and hear my name spill from those plump, kissable lips as I bury my big angry cock punishingly inside of her.

Take it easy, man. Don’t scare the girl.

I pull back just enough to get a good look at her. Lips all puffy and swollen, thanks to me.

I try to speak, but all that comes out is a hoarse “Lexi.”

“Fuck me,” she groans. “I need you inside me. Now.” She looks up at me, her eyes burning with raw need. There’s nothing sexier than a woman looking at me like she can’t fucking live without me.

“I’ll give you everything you need, baby,” I murmur as I lift her up. She wraps her legs around my waist, her body fitting perfectly against mine. She’s so small compared to me that I barely feel her weight. “I’m gonna make you scream so loud the whole damn building will know who’s giving it to you.”

She moans in response, already trembling under my touch. “Yeah . . . oh god.”

I stroll us out of the elevator with Lexi tightly in my grip. I kick open the office door, long strides carrying us to my desk.

I’m way too desperate to take this slow—I need to be buried inside her five minutes ago. I’ve imagined this every fucking angle and position there is available.

I set her on top of the desk, hiking up her dress to reveal those smooth thighs that could make a monk rethink his celibacy.

Trying to be as slow as I can, I lower her lace panties down her thighs and let out a low groan at the sight of her perfectly smooth pussy. Been craving it since our first fight.

“Fuck, you’re stunning,” I growl, my need driving me almost feral. “You need me, baby? Tell me you fucking need me.”

She moans in response, arching her back. “Yes.”