“Yes, I am. Tell me you want it, Hazel.” Shuddering, I moaned. We couldn’t. We were at work. And I couldn’t give in. Not to him. But it was late. We were alone. And this felt so good. “Say it.” His fist tightened in my hair and he sucked on my neck. “I have to hear you say yes.” I did want it. I wanted it more than I wanted to be right. More than I wanted to win. “Yes.”
