Chapter 9

“Sorry. Mal, are you sure? What about—” He used the desk as leverage and pulled me out of my chair and into his arms. I grabbed onto his shoulders for balance and looked up at him with wide eyes.

“You think too much, you know? That brain that’s so good with numbers and finding brilliant solutions doesn’t know when to quit outside those parameters, does it?” He used one hand to brush the hair from my forehead. The brief touch of his fingers soothed me.

“Take a leap of faith, Tobie. Don’t be afraid.” My heart was pounding. I wanted to, but—“Say ‘Yes, Mal, I think it’s worth the risk.’“ I remembered the last time we’d done this. I couldn’t help but grin at him.

“Yes, Mal. It’s worth the risk.”

“Good boy,” he said. “Now let me taste those lips, baby. I’ve had wet dreams about your mouth and I didn’t get nearly enough last night.”

I slid my arms around Mal’s neck, pressing in close. “But we’re at work.” I moved to almost a hair’s breadth from his lips.