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In a room full of lines, their chemistry wrote its own story.
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"Chloe..." he warned, his hand gripping her wrist.
"I can't stop myself," she breathed, leaning into him. "I want you... Michael."
"You can't want me," he said, low and dangerous.
"I do," she whispered, trembling, hands tangling in his shirt. "I've wanted you since the moment I saw you."
His breath hitched. Before she could think, he lifted her onto the desk, their lips crashing together in a scorching, desperate kiss. She moaned, lost in the heat of him, every inch of him pressed against hers.
For a heartbeat, he let himself forget rules, forget the world outside... then his eyes snapped open, dark and conflicted. He yanked back, sharp and sudden, causing her to gasp.
"You're twenty-two," he said, voice rough, almost pained. "I... I can't."
She pressed her hands to the desk, chest pounding, heart racing, realizing just how badly he wanted her-and how badly he was trying not to.
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