Chapter 90

She smiled weakly at him, now eye level again as he frowned in mild mock outrage and scooped her out of the chair in an easy swipe, sending the items on his desk flying and the chair spinning uncontrollably. Rose squealed at the suddenness of it, caught up in a bundle high in his arms.

“I know how to make it up to you, though.” He kissed her firmly again on the mouth, moving her back to the desk and sliding her butt onto the smooth surface. Swiping the rest of the stuff from behind her off the edge with one arm, straight to the floor in a clattering mess. He didn’t break free until he had pushed her down to lie across the smooth wooden expanse. “I have thought of nothing else for days.”

“Really? Even while hating me?” Her voice was heavy with anticipation, breathless at his passionate kiss.

“There’s nothing like make-up sex. All that pent-up anger and frustration. Even pissed, I would never hate you, baby. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” That dirty twinkle in