Chapter 8: Uncontrollable Cravings
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The next morning, Sophia woke up feeling restless, her body still aching from the intensity of last night's encounter. She could still feel Ethan's hands on her skin, the heat of his lips lingering like a spark she couldn't extinguish.
But today had to be different.
She was determined to keep things professional. No stolen kisses. No lingering touches. She had to be strong-at least, that's what she told herself as she walked into the office.
But then she saw him.
Ethan.
by the glass windows, speaking with a colleague, looking devastatingly handsome in his tailored black suit. His sharp jawline, the slight stubble, the way his sleeves hugged his muscular forearms-it was impossible not to notice.
And when his gaze met hers accross the room...
A slow, knowing smirk curled on his lips.
Sophia's stomach flipped, her pulse betraying her resolve. She quickly looked away, forcing herself to focus on the papers in her hand.
Stay professional. Stay calm.
But Ethan wasn't going to make it easy for her.
Later that afternoon, as she sat at her desk reviewing reports, her phone buzzed with a message.
Ethan: Meet me in the conference room. Now.
Her breath caught.
No. Not again.
Sophia: I'm working.
Ethan: You've been distracting me all day. Come here. Or I'll come to you.
Her pulse spiked. Damm him.
Taking a deep breath,she stood, her legs
trembling slightly as she made her way to the conference room.
It was empty.
The blinds were drawn, the room dimly lit.
And then he appeared.
Ethan shut the door behind her, locking it with a soft click.
"Sophia," he murmured, stepping closer, his voice like silk, wrapping around her.
"Ethan, we shouldn't-"
"I can't stop thinking about you," he interrupted, his hand sliding to her waist, pulling her flush against him.
Her heart hammered against her ribs.
"You have no idea what you do to me," he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of her ear, his body pressing her back against the cool glass wall.
"Ethan...someone could.
His lips captured hers in a kiss so intense it stole her breath.
This was madness.
But she didn't care.
The heat between them was electric, his hands exploring her curves as she melted under his touch. Her fingers tangled in his hair, nails dragging gently along his scalp as the kiss deepened, grew hungrier.
His lips left a scorching trail down her neck, nipping gently as she gasped, her body arching into his.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered, voice husky, rough with desire.
She was losing control.
Completely.
Suddenly, the sound of voices echoed from the hallway outside.
They both froze.
"Someone's coming," Sophia whispered, heart pounding.
Ethan's eyes darkened with a dangerous smirk.
"Let them hear," he growled softly, pressing a lingering kiss to her neck.
The faded.
But the fire between them didn't.
Sophia against his chest, breathless, struggling to think clearly.
"We can't keep doing this," she whispered.
Ethan's gaze softened, but the hunger didn't fade.
"You can lie to yourself, Sophia. But you can't lie to me. You want this as much as I do."
Her lips parted-but she had no words.
Because he was right.
And they both knew it.
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