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base of her neck, and over her jaw to hover at the corners of her lips. Scratch didn’t want to take the kiss. He wanted her to want it too.
    “Hmmm?” She hummed in response. His hands were now buried in the depths of her reddish brown spirals, and she shivered as his fingertips grazed her scalp. It took great restraint, all he had, to remain gentle with her.
     
    “Kiss me,” he commanded.
     
    She didn’t do anything, so he pressed his lips to the warm skin of her cheek. He flicked out his tongue and teased the corner of her mouth. Her lips parted in surprise, and she took her time as she angled her mouth to meet his. With a hungry moan, she kissed him, taking his tongue into her mouth as she did.
     
    If either of them were concerned about crazy, that’s exactly what came next. The second their tongues touched, all restraint was lost for both of them. Scratch managed to pull his hands away from her soft locks, and began to touch and grope her all over. Monica was returning the favor, and her small hands glided up and down his back, only stopping to grip and pull his hair.
     
    She pulled away to catch her breath, leaving Scratch’s lips chasing hers. He settled on kissing his way down her neck, towards the tops of the golden globes that had been teasing him since she entered his office. Her half-hearted murmurs that they should stop meant nothing when she was mashing his face into her breasts. His fingers where swift, and eased open enough buttons to expose her pink lace bra. Scratch groaned at the site of her hardened nipple poking through the thin lace. He began to tease it with his lips and tongue before he even knew what he was doing. Monica wasn’t helping matters by rubbing her palm over his tented erection. They had both lost their minds to the intense energy that flowed between them. Scratch was about to slip a hand under her skirt when a shrill ringing startled them both to a stop.
     
    “Oh my God,” she cried out, now that her trance had been broken. “That’s my phone. I’m supposed to meet Agent Axe.”
     
    Scratch scowled at the mention of the other man’s name. He liked him even less for interrupting what he considered a magical moment. He couldn’t think of any other explanation as he watched as Monica straightened herself and rushed out of his office without a backward glance. That annoyed him even more, until he looked at the papers strewn all over his desk. A win was a win, and he couldn’t be mad at that.

 
    Chapter 6
     
    Coglione! That about summed up how Scratch felt at the moment. He was an idiot. He hadn’t expected anything that went down in his office earlier that day to happen. Yeah, he was supposed to make Monica all hot and bothered. He was supposed to find a weak point in her prickly exterior, and find an opening to get inside of her head. What he wasn’t supposed to do was get trapped in his own damn web.
     
    “Son of a bitch,” he hissed out loud, for good measure. She tasted sweeter than heaven, and felt hotter than silk sheets and sex. The feel of her hands caressing his cock? Unparalleled. He’d never had a woman set him off so damn quick. He couldn’t quite get the taste of her out of his mouth. Something he shouldn’t have been thinking of when he realized that she was on to him. He needed to get focused and keep her clear of the TopSec accounts. He needed to keep Jack clear, but all he could fucking think about was how great it would be to spread her over his desk and take her until both their heads exploded.
     
    “That little pink lace bra has to be illegal on every continent,” he grumbled as he slammed his apartment door and pulled at his tie. Great thing about having the whole floor to himself was that he could make as much noise as he pleased and no one would give a damn. Well, not exactly true. If he made too much noise, Jack would bust down his doors, guns blazing, with Glitch hacking into every electrical link-up he had in the house until he