I told myself I wasn't going to let him get to me. Not here. Not in his office, where the glass windows overlooked the entire city and his employees probably whispered about how their cold, untouchable CEO suddenly couldn't stop hovering around his wife.
But then Claude leaned across his desk, his lips brushing mine in a sudden, reckless kiss, and all my carefully built walls crumbled like sand.
"Claude—" I tried to push at his chest, but my hands betrayed me, curling into the crisp fabric of his shirt instead. My breath hitched when his mouth pressed harder against mine, demanding yet tender all at once.
When he pulled back just slightly, his smirk was infuriating. "You didn't push me away."
My face burned. "We're in your office, not our bedroom!"
"Mm," he hummed lazily, his dark eyes dancing with amusement as he leaned in again. "So you admit you'd let me kiss you endlessly at home?"
I gaped at him, words sticking in my throat. "That's not what I—"
