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of his chest. “Maybe it’s time to put the pictures we took yesterday out there. Make him think I’m dead. Distract him a little.”

Pierce quietly closed the door to his office, the automatic locks clicking into place. “I wasn’t asking about that.” He turned to her. “I mean what should we do now?” He let his eyes fall to her mouth. The one that tortured him so perfectly last night. “As in right now.”

Her lips lifted into a smile that was an unbearable temptation. “I guess that depends on whether or not you’re feeling less selfish than you were last night.”

CHAPTER 20

“SELFISH?”

He prowled her way.

“That’s what I said.” Mona stood a little taller. “You were being selfish.”

“I think I should show you what I’m like when I’m feeling selfish, Love.” Pierce closed in on her, moving around her in a slow circle. “So next time you’ll know the difference.”

She shivered, not out of fear.

Not because she was cold.

This was a shiver of anticipation.

This man who used to make her shake in her shoes still managed to have the same effect.

Just now it was for an entirely different reason. One that was much more tolerable.

Tolerable seemed like the wrong word.

Pierce stopped at her back, the closeness of his body making every nerve on her body stand at attention. “There’s nothing I want more than to be selfish with you.”

Mona tipped her head to peek at him over one shoulder. “What about what I want?”

“Is that not what you want?” One wide, warm hand skimmed across her hip, the touch barely there as it moved over her belly. “For me to be selfish with you?”

“Maybe I want to be selfish sometimes too.”

His lips brushed across the side of her neck, dragging down toward her shoulder as his fingers worked the button of her pants. “Then be selfish. Take all I offer and demand more.”

Some secret part of her had done exactly that last night. Crawled free of its hiding spot and asked for things she’d never dreamed of.

Demanded. Just like he said.

Pierce’s touch tucked into her pants, fingers immediately finding her clit as his other hand tugged down the cup of her bra, working the freed nipple as he stroked the most sensitive of spots with a perfect rhythm.

“I will make you come until you beg me to stop, Love.” His voice was husky and rough. “Until you can take no more.” The hand between her legs worked faster, taking her right to the edge of a climax. “And then you will take more.”

Mona’s legs went weak as she came, her head falling back against him.

“One.”

His hands gripped her pants, tugging them down till they tangled at her ankles. Pierce turned her, pulling her body to his as he walked around the desk. The backs of her knees hit the chair and she went down, naked ass meeting smooth leather.

Pierce went to his knees, his eyes dark. “I will never look at this chair the same way again.” He caught the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and off her arms, but leaving it looped around her neck. Mona reached for it, ready to toss it away, but he stopped her. “Everything stays within reach this time, Love.”

The reminder of all that was swirling around them should have dampened the desire still spiraling through her.

But she needed this.

She needed him.

And maybe he needed her right now too.

A moment of their own in the midst of chaos.

His fingers dragged down her arms, taking the straps of her bra with them, flipping it down to expose her breasts. A low growl rumbled through his chest as he leaned in, hot open mouth meeting her skin. His tongue rolled across her nipple as his wide body pushed between her legs, spreading them as far as was possible with her pants around her ankles. The roughness of his gear as it rubbed her skin was as arousing as the sight of his fully-dressed body against the near nakedness of hers.

Pierce’s mouth moved down her body, over her belly, and straight between her legs.

He gripped her thighs, pulling her toward the edge of the seat. The position left her spread wide for him and he took full advantage. He was ruthless as he lapped at her, tongue sliding against her clit as his fingers curved inside her, rocking in and out. This time he didn’t shove her to the edge, he carried her, bit by bit, until she was hanging by less than nothing.

And then he