He groaned softly into my mouth, the sound vibrating through me. His hand on my hip tightened, pulling me even closer. The kiss turned hungrier, his tongue stroking mine in a way that made heat pool low in my belly. I could feel myself getting wet, my nipples tightening against the fabric of my dress.

When he finally pulled back, we were both breathing hard. His forehead rested against mine, his hand still cupping my neck.

“I’ve been thinking about that kiss since the conference room,” he said, voice rough. “About how you tasted. How you sounded when you moaned into my mouth.”

I shivered. “Viktor…”

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