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Lincoln glances up as I approach his cubicle. “Good morning, Ms. Iverson.”

“Good morning.” I tap my watch. “You’re early.”

“I have goals to meet today.”

“Did you clock in?”

He shakes his head, his dark hair still damp from his shower. “You didn’t authorize overtime, so I’ll punch in at nine.”

I point to the time clock across the room. “Go clock in. You’re my employee—not my servant. I don’t expect you to work for free. Also, you’re not obligated to come in early or stay late.”

“I know,” he replies, rising. “But I wanted to.”

God, he’s tall. I’m five foot eight with heels and the man towers over me. He’s so broad and solid. Muscular, but not bulky. He skipped the suit today, instead opting to wear a teal dress shirt and patterned tie. The greenish hue makes his irises appear a deeper blue—like a lagoon or the depths of the ocean—and I fight the urge to remove his glasses so I can lose myself in his eyes.

I shake my head to focus. “Working extra is not necessary—”

“I want to make this more than a temporary position.” His gaze burns into me, laced with a desperate undercurrent that hits me in my stomach. “Understand that I’ll do whatever it takes to make that happen.”

Position. All it takes is that one word to leave his plush lips, and I’m out of my mind with lust, imagining all the ways our bodies could come together. His eyes . . . they warm me in places that haven’t felt warmth in years. His stubbled jawline and dimples make my heart race. My mouth waters each time he moves those full, sculpted lips. His deep voice shouldn’t send tingles down my spine. My breath shouldn’t catch when he smiles, either. I shouldn’t want him. I’m a decade older—and oh yeah—his boss.

Despite all the reasons I shouldn’t be attracted to Lincoln Kennedy, we share an undeniable chemistry. It crackles in the air between us like a live wire. Its current pulses through my veins, fluttering in my chest, heating my insides. I know its voltage will destroy me, but my body aches for the shock. For the passion. I need to feel something besides emptiness. It’s a position I want Lincoln to fill.

Even though I shouldn’t.

“You’re off to a strong start,” I whisper, quickly retreating to my office. I close the door behind me and plop into my chair. Wrapping my arms around myself, I rub at the sudden chill that simultaneously feels like a hot flash.

What the hell has gotten into me?

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Aria Wyatt is a pharmacist mom who spends the inhumane predawn hours with a cup of coffee and her laptop, gleefully indulging in her passion for romance. Her novels range in heat from steamy to scorching, and she doesn’t shy away from writing flawed characters with real life issues.

She resides with her husband and two children in New York’s picturesque Hudson Valley, near the Catskills and iconic Woodstock. The avid reader balances marriage, motherhood, her pharmacist career, and her romance author dream. When not writing, she dabbles in photography, using the natural beauty of the region to her advantage. She’s a self-proclaimed cat lady who cannot live without coffee, chocolate, music, and books.

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