My body craved her.

Palming her bare bottom, I heard her moan in approval as my fingers inched closer to her core. I made quick work of the condom, placing it on my shaft within seconds.

“So ready for me,” I whispered.

“Only you, Roman.”

Her words broke my control, shattered my focus, and within seconds, I was inside her. She cried out from the sudden intrusion and then instantly relaxed, pushing against me in longing.

The pads of my fingers dug into her hips as each thrust drove me deeper and deeper.

“You undo me, Cara,” I grunted, grabbing on to her hair, as my body wrapped around hers.

Her hands were still exactly where I wanted them as my hands moved everywhere. I found her clit and slowly started rubbing it to the rhythm of my dick as I moved inside her.

“Oh, shit!” she cried out.

It didn’t take long before I felt her legs start to shake, and her core tightened around me, squeezing my cock like a vise.

“I’m going to come.” Her voice was barely audible. She cried out, breathing heavily, as the orgasm found her.

Knowing we might not be the only ones left in the office and being quite familiar with my little vixen, I closed my hand around her mouth at the last second, catching her cries as the first waves hit her.

Feeling her body quake around mine was the best kind of torture I’d ever found. I picked up the pace, grabbing her hip with my free hand.

The only sounds in the room were soft moans as Cara came apart and the glorious sound of my body slamming into hers.

It was rough. It was primal.

It was goddamn beautiful.

My head fell back as I found my own release. A guttural deep groan tore from my mouth as my hands reached for hers on the desk. I could feel her breathing beneath me, tired and spent from our lovemaking.

Lovemaking.

I’d never called it that before.

But that was exactly what we’d just done because, in a week, I’d fallen.

Fallen hard.

I was in love with this woman.

I was in love with Cara Hamilton, and God help me if I knew what to do about it.

Chapter Twenty

“I can’t believe you’re doing the dirty with your boss!” Melissa shouted.

“I can hear you, you know. We might be half a country apart, but the technology of cellular devices is actually quite good.”

She laughed, muffling the loud music she had on in the background—a telltale sign of stress studying. Whenever finals were near, Melissa would crank up whatever happened to be her favorite band of the month and hole herself in her room to study for hours on end. Her dedication to her studies was always my biggest annoyance in our friendship.

That, and the harm it did to my eardrums.

“So, is it good?”