Raven woke up from a deep, deep sleep, the luxury sheets bundled around her sticky, naked body like a cloud. She felt last night in every inch of her. Her muscles had the loose, pleasant sense of exhaustion, and the faint weight of a hangover hung suspended in her skull.Beside her in the massive bed was… empty space. Kade was gone.She couldn’t say she was very surprised; Kade hadn’t struck her as a breakfast-and-conversation type. Still, there was a vague sort of sadness about waking up alone, in the aftermath of all that… that…What could she even call it? Her college boyfriends had been either gentle and exploratory or eager and energetic. But Kade—he was something else entirely. Something she didn’t know quite how to think about. The unspoken dominance he communicated through his touch, the powerful flex of his muscles that left no space for argument, for challenge. She felt the shadow of that force, pressed against her skin, on her hips.As she rolled out of bed, she f
It was a good thing Leo was such a bad con man—or at least a messy one, in terms of hiding the evidence—because Raven’s head was not in the game for the rest of the day at work. Kade had gotten Raven access to Leo’s company email account, and she spent hours absently matching up promises about “legitimate” investments and preferential treatment Leo made with when that money landed in his bank accounts. (Seriously, who conducted their fraud through undeleted emails on their proprietary company account? A genius Leo Braugh was not.) She knew this was her moment of victory, a major bust that was doing its part in keeping the company watertight. But her mind just kept wandering hours ahead, to nine o’clock. Sharp.She kept having to be reminded what they were talking about when Andre and Sharon tried to loop her into the conversation at lunch.“You are seriously out of it today, Senior Risk Analyst,” said Sharon, framing it as a joke but Raven heard the note of real concern un
Raven found herself singing to herself—actually singing—as she moved around her kitchen making dinner for one. When she realized what she was doing, she laughed aloud. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d found herself singing just for the pure, stupid joy of it. And granted, she wasn’t great at singing.Making dinner for one used to depress her, especially after she’d moved to the city alone for the job at Sinclair and Associates.And she had a pretty good idea of what changed things around. She still felt the shadow of Kade’s hands pressed to her hips, still felt the thrill of cold stone against her stomach as he pressed her into the marble wall of the penthouse bathroom. She could still taste him, the depth of his kiss opening her wide as he split her with each powerful thrust.The pasta water was boiling over. She came back to herself, turning down the heat. She felt the blood rushing to her face and her groin. All this delicious bliss… She wished he wasn’t busy tonight.
The bar Andre chose turned out to be one of those slick-but-still-homey sorts of places that Raven didn’t think still existed in the financial district. With a worn wooden bar and scuffed floors, it had the sense of someplace people had been coming to drink and unwind after high-pressure days in high-stakes businesses. There was a sense of comfort here, of settled energy. Raven felt herself exhaling deeply, letting the tension of the day out of her body.It had been a long time since she’d been in a space like this: where pints were being poured and conversations were climbing to a shouting pitch. There was a football game on the big TV above the bar, and people kept cheering wildly after each play.Andre ordered cosmos for all three of them and raised them in a cheers. “Happy after-hours!”“Cheers!” Raven and Sharon chorused, laughing.The radio was playing a vapid pop song, and the bartender slid a cup of pretzels toward the three of them. Besides, Raven had hours to kill bef
The next morning, Raven gulped down painkillers and a strong cup of coffee before heading into work. The day was a thin, hazy kind of summer heat that felt as if it clung to her skin as she walked. She cursed the heat and the early hour for the weight of the hangover pounding in her head. That was partly what the painkillers were for. The rest of the reason was the deep, distracting ache on her inner thighs where she knew bruises were forming.It wasn’t the first time, and it wasn’t necessarily the discomfort she was trying to dull. No, it was the fact that each step she took, the soreness reminded her of the sweet, brutal pain of the night before, as Kade bent her over the back of the sofa and tore every thought from her head with each ramming thrust.Andre and Sharon were at the elevator as usual. Sharon had a very welcome cup of coffee in hand that Raven accepted gratefully.“Bless you,” she said, sipping at it greedily.“Careful, it’s hot,” Sharon cautioned.“As hot as th
On Monday morning, along with a folder with the day’s assignment, Megan delivered Raven a summons.“Mr. Sinclair would like to see you upstairs, at your earliest convenience.”Raven could translate that into plain English: right away. Kade didn’t give a shit about anyone’s convenience, including hers.She resisted the urge to crack a joke during the awkwardly silent elevator ride with Megan to the C-suite. Megan didn’t seem the type for casual office humor.But there was something in how Megan looked at her, as the secretary took her place behind her desk and watched Raven head for the CEO’s door, that gave Raven pause. Behind her iron facade, Megan’s face gave just a hint of… What? Nervousness? Concern? She couldn’t read Megan at all, as usual. She was probably just imagining things.Stepping into the office, though, Raven felt the atmosphere change in a heartbeat. Kade was standing in front of his desk, arms folded, his cold, handsome face set in an expression of unmistaka
The long, dark limo glided up in front of her, and Raven swore silently to herself. There was absolutely no doubt in her mind who this would be. He’d been sitting here, watching, waiting for her to be on her own. He’d definitely seen the kiss—the warm, tender kiss she could still taste lingering on her lips.The bottle of wine she’d split with Brandon was making her head fuzzier than it should be at this moment. She should be walking away, pretending she somehow didn’t see the massive limo in front of her. Instead, she stood rooted, hoping against hope her rideshare would magically materialise and whisk her away before…The back door of the limo opened. Inside the cool blue glow of the running lights illuminated the coldly beautiful face of her CEO.Kade Sinclair had that same, icy anger in his eyes that she’d seen that morning. That had cornered her against the door, thrilled her as she knew she should be resisting…“Get in,” he said sharply. A command with the weight of glaci
Raven was shocked at herself. She didn’t want to admit to herself that she knew what she’d just said, and she knew it was true. She imagined herself at graduation, getting her diploma, suddenly being able to see all those months down the line when she’d be sitting in this limo, with her shirt torn open, with the kind of bargain she was agreeing to fresh on her lips. An “asset.” College Raven would know what that meant, just as well as the Raven of the present moment. Coldly defined, laid out in the open. She was confused. With the situation, with herself, with this enigma of a man in front of her.The man who was still talking to her, saying these vastly important things she’d forgotten to listen to.She tuned back in with an effort, dragging her mind back into gear.“As long as you retain your value for me, in both categories—as an analyst and as a lover—you will have whatever you want. As long as, per your conditions, those two categories don’t impact each other.”“W