*Miranda’s POV*
I pulled my hair back into a pony, fixing my appearance, or at least trying to. George was wearing a smile as bright as the sun as he ran his thumb over his bottom lip. It was infectious. I tried to look serious, but instead I smiled back at him, feeling the heat of a blush warming my cheeks. He was infuriating, and he was mine. I reached out and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me to him.
“Hmmmm... you smell like me,” his voice ran down my body in sensual waves. His nose grazed his mark on my neck and I felt a tingle between my thighs.
“George!” I said, pushing away from him. “Seriously, we are in the office! I have turned you into a s*x fiend!”
“I’m just trying to keep up with you, baby,” he chuckled. I loved the sound of his voice. He could talk to me all da
