. Courtney sat perched on the desk, skirt rucked high, breath coming in ragged waves. Hunter’s forehead pressed to hers, his body rigid with control he no longer had.

“This was never supposed to happen,” he rasped again, but his voice cracked on the word never.

Courtney’s lips brushed his. “Then stop.”

He froze, inches from her mouth, the challenge hanging heavy between them.

But she knew he wouldn’t.

His mouth crushed hers, fiercer than before, his hands gripping her hips ...