“I just—I don’t want Grant to go after Caelyn.” I let out a sound of frustration. “I’m so sick of this. Worrying about what his next move might be. Trying to prepare for an attack when it could come from any direction. It’s exhausting being on high alert all the time.”

“Come here.”

Crosby gave me a gentle tug into his lap. I went easily, curling myself around him. His warmth and energy engulfed me. I couldn’t help the thought that it felt like home. When we were together like this, I never wanted to move. Because here, I was safe. Protected. Cherished. Here, everything would always be all right. “Can we just block out the rest of the world?”

Crosby smiled against my hair. “I don’t think that’s a bad plan.”

“Maybe we could make a fort in here and never leave.”

“I’ve got a better idea for a little escapism.”

I lifted my head to meet his eyes. “And what’s that?”

That familiar devilish grin stretched across Crosby’s face. But instead of speaking, he took my mouth in a scorching kiss, one that spoke of an insatiable hunger. I met him in a duel of lips and tongues. With a nip of my bottom lip, he pulled back. “Let me have you.”

The desperation in his expression had me searching his eyes. For what, I wasn’t sure. “You have me.”

“Let me take you, then.”

I wanted to give him everything. Every last bit of my heart and soul. My mind and body. But a flicker of doubt plagued me. I was so used to playing it safe, and sex in an office where anyone could walk in at any moment wasn’t exactly in character.

“Please.”

It was the beseeching tone in his voice that broke my resolve. “Yes.”

Crosby moved in a flash. Hands on my waist, lifting me to stand. Fingers deftly unbuttoned my jeans. I shivered as he pulled them down my legs along with my thong. His gaze became intently focused on my center. “Heaven.”

I squirmed in place, the dampness between my thighs from his kisses intensifying at his words. He trailed a finger through my core, sending sparks of sensation throughout my body. “Turn around and grab the desk.” His tone was one I’d never heard from him before. Carefully measured and demanding.

I turned and gripped the edge of the glossy wood. I stared ahead, my breaths coming faster. The sound of a zipper filled the quiet room. The tear of a foil packet.

Crosby’s heat was at my back, his fingers sliding through my center. Teasing, toying, making sure I was ready for him. I pressed my hips back against him, silently asking for more. He slid inside me in one fluid glide, seating himself fully.