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Oh, his grin was infuriating. And the tone of his voice… O'Hara felt a surge of adrenaline and arousal rush through her when he finally connected their lips. She let out a moan when he bit his lip and whined softly as he pulled away.
Though it was wise to lock her door again, O'Hara wanted him back in front of her. She watched him intently as he moved the items on her desk and cleared a space that was already tempting her lust.
Damn, she was glad when he came around her desk again. Every step of his was clearly planned, and she shivered with enticement. When he guided her to stand and kissed her again, O'Hara moved her mouth feverishly against his, reaching to run her hands down his chest until she got to the hem of his shirt. Slowly, she slipped her soft hands underneath the fabric and rested them against the bare skin of his abdomen.