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Chapter 35

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His lips were soft against mine, but his hands gripped me like I could disappear at any second.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, running my hands through his hair and bringing him impossibly closer.

"You're fired, you're fired, you're so fired," he murmured against my lips.

"Okay," I nodded vigorously and pulled his mouth back to mine. "The tips were shit anyway."

He grinned against my lips and pulled me closer.

We grabbed each other and kissed like wild animals, fighting to be the one that dominated the kiss, fighting to touch every inch of each other.

His hands suddenly gripped my face, his mouth over mine, physically slowing down the kiss, restraining me.

Slowly he kissed me, pulled back, then dipped down again for a kiss, then pulled back.

I whined, he was teasing me.

"Patience," he murmured. "I've been waiting for this, for a long time, I'm going to savor it."

And he did. He savored what felt like every last drop of me. I was so dizzy that my vision was going blurry, but all I saw was him. This was even more intimate than the crazed kissing from a moment ago.

"Please," I begged, needing to feel the full force of him again.

"We're going to work on your patience," he panted, grinning, before gripping me around the waist and hoisting me up on the kitchen island.

My body flushed with heat as he pressed against me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he began a slow assault on my neck.

"Anything you say," I breathed.

"This is all it takes?" He gave me a devilish grin.

"No," I said stubbornly. "Yes. Maybe."

He kept kissing up my neck until he reached my lips again and we continued exploring each other's mouths slowly.

Maybe slow was better. Every few moments he pulled back and looked at me with eyes heavy with pleasure. It was as if he had to make sure it was me, that it was real.

The thought set me on fire. Could he have been waiting for this as much as I had?

"I thought you were disgusted after what I did last night. When I was, on- on the floor," I said breathlessly, unable to stop myself from asking the pathetic question.

He stopped abruptly, his hands were gripped in my hair and he pulled me back to look me in the eye.

"Disgusted? Disgusted by you? Lydia, if you only knew the thoughts running in my head at that moment, you would be disgusted by me," he chuckled darkly. "The things I wanted to do to you..."

My insides were molten.

"What did you want to do to me?" I looked at him through my lashes, innocently, feeling anything but.

"That, that fucking look," he said and crashed his lips against mine, and once again were lips tongues, and teeth. He pulled back again, hunger in his eyes. "Let me show you?"

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The next morning I woke up in Anthonys bed. It was empty. My cheeks burned at the memory of what I did last night. For once I wasn't embarrassed.

I brushed my teeth and padded to the kitchen where Anthony was whizzing around making breakfast.

"Good morning," I said, my voice thick with sleep.