KADENI wasn’t a fan of wearing much clothes when I was alone at home. I slept naked most nights, and when I wasn’t expecting company or planning on going out, I lounged around in my boxer briefs. But at least I showered before hitting the couch and watching the run up to the game. Ryan joined me sometimes, but he couldn’t make it today. When he did come, of course, I didn’t watch in my underwear, so I was looking forward to no-pants Sunday.It might have sounded immature, but if anyone asked any single guy in their twenties if they wore pants at home alone on Sundays and they said yes, they were lying. Or lived in an igloo.Sipping a beer, I almost thought I was imagining it when there was a soft knock on my door. I stilled because it was universal knowledge that one could hear better when you narrowed your eyes and didn’t move. Then I frowned when I determined that there definitely had been a knock.Glancing down at my current attire, I decided fuck it. I wasn’t expecting anyone. I
KadenBesides, she came here to seek comfort from me. It wasn’t a role I was used to fulfilling for people. If anything, I was usually the person they needed to be comforted about. Whether in my personal or professional life, I tended to be the harsh one. No one had ever accused me of being soft or comforting before, yet I found myself slipping easily into that role for my kitten.Tightening my grip on her shoulders, I pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Have you tried reaching out to Ryan? He did say he was going to try make more time for you.”I felt her head shaking on my shoulder. “I shouldn’t be the one who has to do everything. I took the job here to be close to him. I went to see him. I’ve texted a few times. If he wants to see me, he knows how to get in touch with me.”For the first time since I met him, I wanted to wring Ryan’s goddamn neck. It broke off little pieces of my heart to hear the hurt in her voice when she talked about him. And for a guy whose heart had turned
EMBERKaden did exactly what he promised me he would do, made me come so many times the rest of the day passed in what felt like one long orgasm. If he had been intent on taking my mind off things, he certainly succeeded in his mission. When his eyes devoured me as I shed my clothes, the heat in them burned away my worries, my fears, and my frustrations until all that remained was him.His briefs hit the floor, revealing his thick, long shaft already at attention. It didn’t take long for the tip to glisten, making my mouth water and my sex clench. He stalked toward me in his bathroom, grabbing my hips and walking us to the wall until my back smacked into the warm tiles.Once he had me where he wanted me, he brought his mouth down onto mine in a needy crash of lips and teeth and tongue. He swallowed my moans. Those talented fingers took me from a simmer to boiling in no more than a few minutes, and he teased my nipples until I was panting and arching into his hand. I groaned when he p
EmberA smirk touched his lips, but he released the loofah and let it float away. “You haven’t, but you can tell me now.”“How about I let you feel instead?” I reached for his hand and brought it between my legs, letting him feel my slickness under the water and graze my hard clit with the backs of his fingers.Kaden cursed, releasing another groan. “Fuck. You’re really trying to kill me, aren’t you?”“Why would I do that?” My eyes burned into his. I was shocked at the depth of the need I saw lurking in them. Suddenly aware of the fact that I was the only one who had found any kind of release yet, I scooted closer and wrapped my hand around his length. “I wouldn’t kill you before getting at least a few more orgasms out of you.”“Yeah,” he gritted out, but all traces of humor had vanished from his expression. His jaw was tight as I ran my thumb along his slit. He let me work him over in silence for a few more minutes before grabbing my wrist. “We need to talk.”“What?” I would have sti
KADEN“Thank fuck it’s almost the weekend,” a guy whose name I couldn’t remember said, dragging his hands down his pale face and over his patchy attempt at a beard. “This has been the longest week, and there’s still a day and a half to go.” I was standing in the bullpen outside my old office, a loose circle of younger investment bankers around me. Some of them, I knew better than others. They had all reported to me until a couple of weeks ago, except for the pale guy talking. I didn’t know when he started.It was a strange feeling, not having my finger on the pulse anymore. Strange and freeing. A rush of exhilaration that felt a hell of a lot like another tie to this place snapping hit me.I grinned at the new guy, happy to be just one of the guys now. I didn’t have to play by any rules but my own anymore. I didn’t have to keep any professional distance between employers versus employee. I could shoot the shit with them like I was doing now and not have to worry about a thing.“It’s
Kaden“What the fuck was that?” she asked in a scathing tone, planting her hands on her hips. It was so unexpected, it took me a few seconds to reel my mind back from where it had already gone: lifting that tight-ass pencil skirt, bending her over her desk, and fucking her from behind.Christ, being inside her with nothing between us? My dick started hardening behind my zipper, straining for a repeat. I came so hard, I— “Wait, what?”“Why would you badmouth the company like that?” she asked, indignant fire raging in her eyes.“You’re asking me what the fuck that was?” I retorted, all thoughts about fucking her flying from my mind. “What about you?”“What about me?” Her eyes became slits, her mouth pressed into a hard line. “I didn’t do anything. You, on the other hand, were talking smack about a company you no longer work for.”“Exactly,” I said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Which it was to me anyway.She tilted her head and surveyed me as though she was waiting fo
EMBERMr. Marx’s office door was open a crack. A terrible wracking, retching sound was coming from inside. I peered through the open sliver, knocking softly.He was sitting behind his desk, his hand clutching his chest as the other covered his mouth. The sound was coming from him, his coughing worse than before.“Can I come in?” I asked, not wanting to interrupt him. Sure, he had asked to see me, but it looked like now might not be a good time.He nodded through the coughs, lifting the hand from his chest to motion me in before reaching for a glass of water and draining it. He cleared his throat once he set the glass down, the coughing finally over. “Sit down, Ms. Jordan. I apologize about that. Some water went down the wrong way.”“I hate when that happens,” I said, taking the seat he offered and folding my hands primly in my lap. “You wanted to see me?”“Yes.” He sat back in his chair, transforming back into the all-powerful CEO he was from the sputtering man I walked in on. “I want
EmberWhich was where Kaden came in. Despite what Mr. Marx thought and his obvious bad mood when it came to his son, I had to stand up for myself. And for Kaden. “With all due respect, sir, I’m not moving forward until Kaden teaches me everything I need to know in order to be properly equipped to take the reins from him. We haven’t yet reached that point. I’m going to keep working with him, or not at all.”Mr. Marx raised a salt-and-pepper eyebrow, silenced by my words. I was taken aback by them myself. Had I really just given Hank Marx an ultimatum?I had. Oh my god. I wanted to bury my head in my hands or run around to find a remote and rewind to a couple of minutes ago when he told me how well I was doing. Fuck. What was I thinking?My words hit me with force of a freight train. I’m not going to keep working at all?Of course I was going to keep working! Even if I had to call Kaden behind Mr. Marx’s back every five minutes for help, I wasn’t walking away from this. No way. “I’m so