Fallen (Stolen, Book Three) (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) by Ella London

point, and I swallow several times. After all, I don’t know yet what is going to happen. Maybe I’m just jumping to conclusions.
    With him, it’s easy to get caught up in a whirlwind of feelings.
    Dane gets out of his chair and steps to the front of his desk. Leans back against it, arms crossed and ankles locked, dark eyes bearing down on me. His body is one long line, and his face is unreadable, a perfect mask. In a way, I envy that talent.
    “Is there something I can do for you, Dane?” I ask quietly.
    He sighs, and the mask drops for a moment, allowing me to see the conflict in his eyes. Shit, this is about me and that stupid journal. I was right. “Emme,” he starts, then pauses, seeming to weigh his next words. “It’s not possible for me to ignore what you wrote in that book.” He sounds clipped and a little angry.
    My stomach sinks, and I fight back a sting of tears. I give a miserable nod and turn my attention to my feet. “I understand. I’ll go type up my resignation. I’m truly sorry for the discomfort I’ve caused you, and I want you to know that I appreciate—”
    Before I can finish my sentence, his hands are on my arms, tugging me to his hard body, and his mouth is touching mine. I’m so shocked that I can scarcely accept what’s happening. His warm scent wraps around me, and my arms instinctively curl around his neck, my mouth opening against his lips.
    His lips are like velvet.
    I am in shock, but my body isn’t—my body has been waiting for this moment, and it responds forcefully to his touch.
    “You must be trying to drive me fucking crazy,” he growls, right before he plunges his tongue into my mouth, tasting me.
    The words release a coiled tension in my chest. My fingers seem to move on their own, sliding up to his neckline and stroking his soft hair. I touch his tongue with mine, and his grip tightens, then his arms wrap around my waist. My breasts swell and tighten against Dane’s firm chest.
    I’m almost dizzy from the emotions and sensations battering through my body.
    I cling to him like he’s the only source of warmth on earth. He kisses the way I thought he would, expertly and deftly, plunging into me and taking everything I have. That only stokes my own fires, makes me hotter for him.
    This isn’t a controlled kiss. I’m seeing, tasting, touching, smelling, the real Dane. The one I only saw glimpses of before but crave with every fiber of my body.
    My sex is tight, throbbing, sending out a rush of ripples to my limbs. Right now, all I can think about is how I want to strip his shirt off, lick him all over, rub my wet pussy against his masculine bare thigh and ride that friction close to orgasm. My need for him has made me hungrier than I’ve ever been in my life.
    One of his hands caresses up my back, stroking the sensitive flesh along my spine as it travels, and I shiver. The fingers settle against my scalp and he pulls my hair, oh so slightly, making my nipples strain against my bra and my scalp tingle. His mouth pops off mine and he pants, eyes pinned hard on mine, chest rising and falling.
    “What do you want, Emme?” he asks me in a guttural tone.
    At first I’m confused by the question. Isn’t it clear what I want? Despite the fact that we just crossed a deadly line here, I can’t seem to regret what happened, and my body is screaming at me for us to continue kissing…and to do more. My fingers move down to his shoulders to grip him.
    “Um,” I say, blinking the haze away. Sudden shyness has me stuttering. “I’m not sure… I…” The things I feel right now are blocked in my throat and won’t come out.
    His brow becomes a deep groove, and I can feel the disappointment pouring off him. It dampens my arousal, makes my skin itch with embarrassment. I feel like I’ve let him down. I pull away from his embrace and step back, smoothing my clothes, my hair. Trying to gather my composure.
    We’re in the office in the middle of the morning. Reality floods me