Finnegan
"Finish that sentence. I dare you."
Corn flower blue eyes flashed at me in the flickering lights of the elevator, burning with a fire that made my cock throb against my zipper.
She tilted her chin up, meeting my gaze without flinching. "Intolerable bastard,"
Fuck.
My hands flexed against the elevator wall on either side of her head. The urge to kiss that smart mouth, to swallow whatever other insults she had lined up, hit me square in the damned chest.
Her hair was different today. The dark strands were swept up in some kind of twist that exposed the elegant line of her neck. A few strands had come loose during the day, curling against her pale throat. My fingers itched to pull out whatever pins held it in place, to watch it tumble down around her shoulders, to fist my hands in it while those eyes rolled in her sockets and I made her scream.
Christ. That was not a thought to have about my employee.
