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Our bodies move with a primal rhythm, syncing perfectly in our pursuit of release. There is no space between us, just pure and unadulterated passion. Time ceases to exist as we lose ourselves in the midst of this intoxicating dance.

I can feel Tarek's muscles tense beneath my touch, a sure sign that he is nearing his own climax. The knowledge fuels my own desire, driving me further towards an exquisite peak once more.

I lock eyes with him, our gazes filled with a shared longing for ultimate pleasure.

“You take me so well,” he whispers, causing a shiver to rush up my spine. “So, so good.”

We continue our tumultuous dance of desire and passion. The room fills with the sound of skin slapping against skin and our ragged breaths intermingling.

As the climax approaches, we share a moment of perfect connection, bodies and souls entwined.

And then it hits me like a tidal wave. Pleasure washes over me in waves of ecstasy. My body convulses beneath him as I cry out his name, lost in the throes of orgasm. Tarek's thrusts become erratic as his own release is imminent.

With a final powerful thrust, he finds his climax, too, groaning my name as he spills himself inside me. Our bodies shudder together as we ride out the aftershocks of pleasure, basking in the moment we've shared.

CHAPTER 14

Sloane

Sunlight gently kisses my face as I groan awake, stretching my pleasantly sore body as a small smile plays on my lips.

My whole body feels so relaxed, and for once I don’t feel the need to spring out of bed or work over the problems of the day in my head. Unbothered, I’m filled with an almost lazy feeling that makes me want to go back to sleep.

A small voice in the back of my head reminds me that Angel is still a very real person who would disagree with that decision. I wave it away, though. Just a few more minutes of bliss.

“Angel does not exist,” I murmur to myself and hope Tarek is still asleep so he doesn’t hear me talking crazy.

I’m still a little surprised with myself for being so spontaneous. I don’t usually decide on a whim to hook up with someone. But damned if I’m not glad I did. Last night was better than anything I could have imagined.

However, that does raise the question of what happens now. Tarek is my boss. Not only my boss but also the person who knows my real identity. Oddly enough, that doesn’t scare me like it probably should.

It’s nice to be seen. And Tarek doesn’t just see me for what I am, either, he sees who I am too. So no matter what happens, I’m not going to let myself regret it.

Deciding it’s time to bring myself back to the real world, I slowly open my eyes and roll over to face Tarek. Except he’s not there.

I blink in surprise and prop myself up on an elbow. I didn’t expect him to be gone already.

Something a little like bitterness wells up inside my chest. It’s not as if I expected to be covered in roses or anything when I woke up. I just thought he’d at least have the decency to say goodbye. Being treated as a casual one-night stand and sneaking out just makes it all feel so cheap.

I blush as I realize I don’t really know what to call last night. Was it a one-night stand? Did I want it to be something more? Did he? We didn’t exactly establish what we were before we jumped each other.

Flopping back onto the pillows, I try to sort out what it is I want out of this. Tarek has a wit that can match my own and he understands me better than anyone. He’s also the person holding my fate in his hands, so not the best circumstances for a relationship.

Just the word relationship makes me a little queasy. Relationship means commitment, and commitment probably means sticking around. I’m without a doubt attracted to him, but that doesn't mean it has to be something more. Besides, once this job is over, we’ll go our separate ways and that will be that.

The door clicks, and I shoot up in bed. I’m just about to reach for something to throw at the intruder when Tarek walks in carrying a tray. He smiles at me. “You’re awake.”

Then his eyes trail over my body, and I realize he’s seeing me half naked right now. And maybe I’d feel an ounce of shame if he hadn’t become very familiar with my body last night. So I don’t bother to reach for the covers to pull them over me as I grin at him.

“Believe me, I meant to sleep much longer, but my boss went missing and I was all prepared to go rescue him from whatever peril he was in.”

The quip was better than admitting that he’d actually managed to slip out of the room without me noticing. I must have been really relaxed.

He rolls his eyes and comes over to the bed with the tray. That’s when I catch a glimpse of what’s on it. Breakfast.

My heart stutters a little when I realize that he actually brought me breakfast in bed. I don’t think anyone has ever done that for me, let alone a guy.

He sits down on the bed and puts the tray between us. “For us to share, so don’t hog all of it.”

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