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“You’re . . .” He chuckled as he moved over to me, naked, placing his arms on either side of me to align our faces. “About to get ravished. And I assure you, Drake. I’m very real. I proved that to you years ago and I will again.”I swallowed, attempting to take in a breath. “You’re also perfect.”“You can’t use my words.”“But you are. In every way. And I mean every way.”His eyes narrowed, an intensity moving through them. “Drop your feet to the floor.”I hadn’t realized my knees were bent. That my toes were clinging to the end of the bed, like it was going to hold me up.“You’re blocking my view of you, and after all these years, Drake, I just want to look at you.”As my feet landed on the floor, his words simmered in my chest, his gaze reminding me of how I’d felt back then, in the stairwell, and how those emotions were even stronger now.I nipped his thumb as it passed my front teeth and kissed it to soothe the hurt.The grin grew across his lips, and it was so beautiful it made m
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Bumping my entrance.Teasing me.“You know what I love about this position?” The desire on his face increased. It darkened, even. “I get to watch you. I get to see how my dick makes you feel while I’m fucking you with it.” His thumb returned to my clit. “And I get to use both of my hands to touch you.”He went slow, steady, allowing me to adjust after each bit he gave me.“You’re so tight.”Hearing those words, seeing them move through his mouth, knowing I was squeezing him from the inside, was the most incredible feeling.So was the way he looked at me while he worked his way in.“The deeper I go, the tighter you get.”How could the truth be so sexy?But it was. Every syllable. Every rise of his hips. Every flex of his abs as he continued to gently slide in.Until his movements came to a stop and I heard, “You have all of me, Drake.” His voice was deeper now. Almost animalistic. “I’m not going to move until you get used to me.”He cared.That feeling, that raw tenderness. There was n
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“You have no idea how gorgeous you are.” He kept our mouths close, his hand on my cheek. “Or how good you feel in my arms.” He gave me a small kiss. “How I never want to let you go.”“Then don’t,” I whispered.It was my turn to own the movements, the speed. And while I managed both, his fingers roamed. They added more satisfaction to the fullness that was already settling in.“Someone likes the power.” He kissed me. Hard this time. “I knew you would.”I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, using his muscles to bounce. To gyrate over him.He kissed down my throat and over my collarbone and held me even tighter when his lips pressed against mine. “You better slow down, Drake, or you’re going to make me come.”I rocked over him. “That’s what I want.” I was an endless pit of pleasure tonight; it was only fair that I shared some with him.“If I’m going to come, then you are too.”I arched my hips, rotating, swaying in both directions. “I’m close.”“I can tell.”There was nothing sexier in
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“Good, then you understand why I want to take things slow. I want to figure this out together. I want what’s best for us and Hooked and for both of us to feel comfortable with what that looks like. I’m not pausing, I’m not rushing, I’m just taking the steps that feel right for us.” She clasped her hands, looking so genuine when she said, “I really care about you, and I want this to work.”I softened my voice. “I do too.”And because of that, I had zero issues with her being employed here.With her working beneath me.But I understood there were levels of authority, and that affected her job and, quite possibly, her performance.I could handle slow only because that would eventually lead to Drake Madden becoming all mine.“I don’t want to say anything to the guys,” I told her. “For now, this will be our secret. When we have a better understanding of what we are and how this is going to look at the office, then I’ll talk to them about it.”“You have no idea how much I appreciate that.”
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This office certainly didn’t lack for options when it came to food or drinks, an amenity I appreciated, among so many others. The moment I spotted the blue carton, I grabbed it off the shelf, and as I turned around, I collided with something.Something as hard and dense as brick.Something that smelled incredibly spicy.My gasp silenced as I met Easton’s stare, and I peeled my face off his shirt, a material that was the same color as his eyes.“I didn’t even hear you come in,” I said softly.He rubbed his short beard against my cheek before he kissed it. “I know. I can tell.”“You’re lucky I didn’t scream.”“Baby . . .” His fingertips nipped my waist. “Maybe that’s what I wanted.”I gently hit his arm, shoving him away. “We’re at work . . . remember?”He laughed as he backed up to the other side of the kitchen, leaning his butt into the edge of the counter as he looked at me.Why did he have to be so handsome?His hair was still wet from the shower we had shared this morning, a routin
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I tapped a pen against my desk. “Is that not the case?”“She was merely the messenger. That last day, those plans that have been made, they’re all me.”A flutter moved into my stomach, its long tendrils rising to my chest. “All you, huh?”“My assistant doesn’t know the things you’re into or the places you’d like to see.”I scanned each of the spots we were visiting.“For example,” he continued, “when we were at your place the other day and you were in your room, packing up your overnight bag to take to my condo, I checked out your bookshelf. There were a few titles about World War II—both fiction and nonfiction on there. So I booked us a tour of the Jewish Museum, thinking you would enjoy that as much as me.”My eyes closed, my head shaking.This man.My God.“Mr. Boston, you’re quite the thoughtful one.”“I accept all forms of appreciation as long as they involve your mouth.”“You’re too much,” I said, laughing, and I hung up.The moment I set my phone down, I reached for my cell.Me
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“Give me a job, Drake. I’m just standing here, useless.”I laughed at his description and nodded toward the beer section. “Pilsner. Find us a good one. And stick with cans, so we don’t have to fuss with a bottle opener.”He disappeared down the aisle, and I meandered over to the bread, finding what looked like a rye-wheat, the aroma telling me it was freshly baked. And last, for dessert, I picked up a slice of Black Forest cake.I met Easton at the counter, where we set all the food and beer.“Don’t even think about it,” he said as I began to take out my wallet.“But this was my idea. Please let me pay.”“This entire trip, including the dinner, is on Hooked.” He kissed the side of my forehead. “I’m paying.” He handed his corporate card to the older woman and put his arm around my waist.She silently ran his card through the machine once I selected the appropriate number of plastic bags we would need to buy, and I bagged our food, adding napkins and wooden forks and knives. “Beautiful
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I glanced toward the water. “But the happiness extends far beyond my employment. I feel it every second while I’m with you. Just know that.”His fingers slid into my hair, his palm staying on my cheek. “You know what I’ve noticed about the professional side of you?” He paused, but he wasn’t looking for a response. “You have this quality that I’ve never seen in another leader. It’s the way you encourage, motivate. It’s almost like you put the listener in a trance and suddenly they’re eating cherry cake and they don’t even realize it until they swallow.”I laughed. “I’m a pusher.”“But you do it silently.” His stare deepened. “And you’re so down-to-earth, so humble, it comes across effortlessly. Like some of the times I’ve seen you with the coders and David. Rather than pull up a chair to their desk, you kneel next to them on the floor. Not squat—your knees are literally resting on the carpet. Or the meetings you conduct on the beanbags with your shoes off and your laptop on your lap. P
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