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I’m smitten, and this is going to be a real issue.
“Fine,” I say. I try to sound gruff. It works because she looks up at me sharply.
“Is everything okay? Do you need any other support for this?”
“I’ve got everything I need,” I tell her, and I turn to head down the hallway. Both of my brothers are going to be here today. This is a rare occurrence around Shadowvale Industries, so I’m ready to knock a few things out and get down to business. Before I start walking, though, I feel her hand on my arm. I pause, and I turn.
“Ryan?” Alex’s voice is soft, gentle. It just does something to me.
“What is it, Alexandra?” I want her on her knees. She has to know this. The kissing wasn’t enough. I need more. I want more.
“I really can come to the meeting and help,” she says, but her eyes are focused on my lips, and I know she’s not thinking about the meeting.
I reach for her cheek, stroking her. This is a dangerous move to be making out in public. Anyone could see. Anyone could find out and realize that the two of us are more than just an employee and an employer.
They could know.
“I can’t stop thinking about the other day,” I say.
“Me neither.”
“I want to see you after the meeting.” I decide this quickly. Before I can talk myself out of it, I say the words. There’s a certain power that comes from being a Shadowvale. Being able to command someone to just come to my office for sex or fooling around is certainly one of them.
“Done,” she says. Then she turns and slowly leaves. I stay where I am and watch her. A second later, I feel Phoenix’s hand on my shoulder.
“Brother,” he says. “It’s time.”
I’m being whisked away for business again, but all I want is her.
THERE’S A LOT I DON’T know about Alexandra Sparrow.
I don’t know where she came from. I don’t know what her childhood was like. I don’t know what her favorite color is, and I don’t know the first movie she saw in theaters.
What I do know is that she moans a little when I kiss her.
What I do know is that she fits perfectly on my lap.
An hour after the meeting ends, and she’s sitting sideways on me. I’m holding her close, and there’s no doubt that she can feel my cock harden beneath her. She kisses me like she’s been dreaming about me, and I kiss her just as fiercely.
“You like this,” I murmur.
“Of course, I do.”
“You taste like honey.”
“Good,” she says. “I heard you like sweet things.”
She kisses me again, and this time, she’s the one cupping my cheeks. This is too sweet. Too tame. I’m used to bending women over my desk and fucking them until they can’t walk straight. I’m not exactly good at the whole “making out with my assistant in my office” thing. It feels different. More intimate.
Eventually, we slow down instead of speed up, and she ends up just sitting in my lap with her arms around my neck.
“This is weird,” she says.
“In what way?”
“I’m not supposed to be kissing my boss.”
“Says who?”
