Free Betrayed by Melody Anne

a front. Instead, her hands came up to rest on his arms as she opened her sweet mouth to him and he thrust his tongue inside, claiming her in a way he’d been dreaming of doing since that first kiss five months earlier. And even more so now, since his dream.
    A sigh escaped her mouth, but he caught it. His blood raged as his fingers dipped over the curve of her derrière and he tugged her hips against his pulsing erection. He wanted there to be no doubts at all in her mind about what she was doing to him. He hadn’t had sex in a long, long time, and it was showing.
    Yes, they would be incredible together. Still, as much as he needed a woman, this woman wasn’t the one he should feel any desire for. He should just be playing a game with her, not giving her power over him.
    Anger at her — at him…hell, he didn’t know — gave him the strength to break contact. He took a step back, then another, just to force himself not to drag her into his arms again.
    Power.
    This woman had it in spades. He didn’t know whether she truly comprehended her power or not. She was beautiful, sensual, and the most fascinating woman he’d ever met, and yet there was something behind her eyes, something that scared him. But it beckoned to him, too.
    “Some things just shouldn’t happen,” he drawled.
    “I fully agree,” she said, her lips slightly trembling.
    Finally, a smile spread over his lips. He was rethinking everything. “The kiss wasn’t what I meant shouldn’t have happened, McKenzie,” he whispered as he moved across the room and leaned against his desk. He was enjoying her obvious confusion.
    Yes, the only way to exorcise this female demon was to deal with the sexual tension. They were consenting adults, and they both wanted this. So why not see it through? He’d been tempted long enough with those thoughts.
    “I don’t understand you,” she said, and she took the smallest step backward, a sign of fear and weakness. She seemed to notice the gesture, and she stopped, her shoulders firming once again, her eyes narrowing.
    “There’s something going on here, and it’s not going away. The logical conclusion is to relieve the ache.” His tone and his eyes revealed nothing — he was very careful about that.
    “Is this what you mean, Byron? Should we just climb on your desk and screw like bunnies?”
    “A little crude, McKenzie, but that could be arranged. Still, I’d prefer to be outside the family headquarters when I…never mind.” If he hadn’t been rock hard before, he was now as he pictured doing what he’d stopped short of telling her.
    “So what if we consider each other desirable? So what if you turn me on…on occasion? I still think you’re an asshole. Just because my body might say I want you doesn’t mean the rest of me will go along.”
    He wasn’t fooled. “I will enjoy taming you, McKenzie,” he said.
    She was silent for a moment before she raised her hand to her hip and looked around the room. “How long do you need, Byron? Five minutes? Ten? Surely not more than that. With you acting like a hormonal teenager, I’m sure if I just bend over your desk, you could be done before the second hand reaches one minute.”
    Her spate of words only intrigued him more. She was obviously used to getting her way, used to dominating men and making them pant at her feet. That went along with her territory. She played football, so to speak, so she must use offense as a quick defense to get out of tight situations. Tight.
    She’d never dealt with him before.
    “That’s a start,” he told her. “But I’d need a lot more time, Trust me on that. Have you ever heard the phrase ‘the best sex you ever had’? I’ll be that and more. I guarantee it.”
    She took a deep breath, and then her eyes glazed over, shutting him out. He knew they were done with this for now.
    “I will gather all the reports you needed,” she said, and she turned to walk away.
    Before he realized what he was doing, he stepped