Striding forward, she tilted her head back as she came closer, invading his personal space. Not that he minded. His heart was already starting to race, his cock swelling slightly as she halted a few inches away from him, head tilting back slightly to keep her silver gaze locked with his.

“Don’t start something you’re already not sure you can finish,” she murmured, placing the sheet of paper against his chest. Luke snaked his hand up, covering the back of hers with his palm and holding her there.

“I might not be entirely ready, but I won’t know if I can finish until we get there. I know I want to. My end goal is still the same.”

Her. He wanted her.

He wanted to learn how to submit, wanted a bossy woman in the bedroom... but now he also wanted so much more. The heights of ecstasy she’d brought him to last night. The shocking intimacy. The way she’d played with him, teased him, and made him hyper aware of every inch of his body.

The opportunity to be with her again sent his doubts, his insecurities crawling away. Who cared if he enjoyed having his ass played with? She liked that he liked it. She wanted to do it some more. He wanted her to.

So fuck it, right?

When her hand snaked up around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss, saying ‘fuck it’ to the niggling, insecure thoughts in his head definitely seemed like the right move. He knew they might return once he left her presence again, the way they had before, but right now he didn’t care.

He wanted her.

He could search his feelings later.

Playing with fire.

That’s what this was.

But when Luke threw down the challenge, she’d met it. Wanted to meet it.

Very likely she was making poor choices but...

Damn the man could kiss. And taking control of him, kissing him here in the middle of her office, her space that was really his space... yeah there was something about that which got her motor running. Maybe because she still didn’t like that he was technically her boss, and exerting some dominance over him right here and now gave her a little thrill. After all, this was a place of his business and yet here he was letting her take control.

Olivia moved into him, their bodies pressing together, his hand still covering hers on his chest while the other moved around her waist. He groaned into the kiss, sending her own arousal soaring. Last night had not been enough. Not nearly enough.

The knock on the door made both of them jump, but when Michael opened it a second later—without waiting for her to say come in—it was pretty obvious what had been going on.