Free Ultimate Surrender: The Surrender Series, Book 2 by Jennifer Kacey Page A

This coming from the man who pretty much just told me to suck it up and deal. Is that giving a little?”
    “Yes.” He grabbed a couple more files and shoved his laptop into the bag with them.
    “Ugh! You’re infuriating. This isn’t what I signed up for.” She yanked her coat off the back of a chair, throwing it over her arm. Rolling her eyes at him, she headed for the door and yanked it open.
    “Stop,” he snapped and something beeped on his phone. “One more time is all it’s going to take. Just one more time.”
    With her hand on the door handle, she gripped it tight and refused to turn around. But she couldn’t move forward either. Moving away from him, no matter how mad she was, just felt wrong. “One more time, what?” Her breathless question was supposed to be harsh. Rude maybe. Though that’s not how it came out. She sounded needy, desperate even. And she needed to get away. She thought with the door open she wouldn’t feel as if she were one more breath away from begging him to kiss her again.
    She didn’t need anybody. Especially not a man who would do nothing but chew her up and spit her out at his feet when he was done with her.
    Vowing never to let that happen again, she relaxed her shoulders. She was strong. She could do anything.
    He moved closer. She didn’t know how close until he spoke again and it ruffled her hair. “Roll your eyes at me once more. That’s all it’s going to take for me to show you exactly what that gesture does to me. Just one more time.”
    Slow mo.
    That’s how she’d remember it later, though it probably happened in less than two seconds.
    Pivoting around to stare him down, she also took a couple small steps away. His nearness made her forget everything.
    His bag was on his shoulder as if he were ready to follow her.
    No. He was no follower. He’d take over and then she’d do something stupid like fall for him. Contemplating her options didn’t seem to take long. There wasn’t anything he could do to keep her there. She could hire another security company.
    Yes, that was her answer.
    The fact that the thought of not being with him anymore disappointed her actually surprised her. And not in a good way.
    Staring at him, she took one more step into the doorway to leave.
    And then rolled her eyes.
    A man that muscular shouldn’t be able to move as fast as he did. With a snarl he was on her, trapping her body right in the doorway of his office, his mouth on hers, her coat on the floor. His laptop bag…somewhere. Her purse? No clue.
    None of that mattered.
    His hands on her waist, holding her still, she kind of struggled. Not to get away though. No. To get his shirt up so she could touch his flesh. Fuck, he was so delicious.
    “I don’t like mouthy chicks.” He kissed her again, his tongue moving against hers until she moaned. His phone pinged and it set off a tiny bit of vibration in his front pocket, which happened to be very close to her clit.
    “But I’m quite mouthy.” She shivered, running her fingers along the tight muscles of his back.
    He lifted one of her legs, wrapping it around his hip, and rubbed against her. “Mouthy doesn’t even touch what you are. You’re opinionated. Hard-headed. Obstinate.”
    “Hi, Kettle. Nice to meet you.”
    He shrugged. His phone vibrated again and he grabbed a handful of her hair. “Fuck, I want you naked.”
    She nibbled his bottom lip and urged him back to her mouth while his free hand palmed her ass and pulled her tighter to the ridge of his erection trapped behind the fly of his pants.
    It had been so long since she’d really been kissed, and no matter his failings Campbell sure did know how to kiss. And his lips? Soft and hard somehow. Demanding. Depraved what they made her want to do with him.
    Campbell’s phone pinged again and he growled a bit. He ignored it and pulled her hair back, exposing her throat.
    The act of letting him have that kind of access to her made her feel vulnerable and sexy. His