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“Why am I suddenly the one responsible for your entertainment?”

“Because I’m divorced. The only entertainment I’m going to get now is from my girlfriends.”

“Why would you say that? You can have a life, too, you know. Isn’t that why you got a divorce?” My laptop is open on my desk. I just saw a client, and I don’t have another one for an hour, so while I’m catching up on emails and daily numbers research that my assistant brought to me, I decided to let Brandy off the hook, and give her the goods on this morning’s field trip to the local police station.

“Quit changing the subject. How did you almost kiss him?”

I pretend like it wasn’t as hot as it was. “Don’t make me gag.”

“Did you slap him?”

“No, but I told him to fuck off and called him an asshole, before storming out of there.”

“What gave him the idea that you might want to kiss him?” She asks, either confused, or digging, not sure which. If she were here, I could tell by her face.

“I have no idea.” I lie. It was my face. I wanted it. I wanted to kiss him. It’s an odd feeling, when you can’t stand someone, but they’re so goddamn gorgeous, sexy, and you have so much in common with them, that the magnetism can’t be ignored. “But I didn’t let him have it.”

“Did you want to?”

“Like I said. Don’t make me gag.” I’m a good liar. I lie for lots of reasons. It’s mostly for good. I’ve won several contracts because of my inherited trait. We McAdams’s are great actors. Da is no exception. In fact, if I didn’t know him better, I’d say he already knew that Caleb was going to approach me with his da’s strategy to have us wed. He’s just going to use reverse psychology to make me think that it’s a horrible idea, knowing full well that I love a challenge. We know the Harris family well. People in this business tend to mingle a lot at different functions and events, so over the years, we’ve grown to learn that they have risen to the cream of the crop, being the largest investment company in the state, and the second largest in the United States.

If Harris Brothers Investments were to take us over, that would make them the largest in the U.S., giving Dougall Harris all the more reason to force his most eligible bachelor son to marry the heir to the McAdams throne. “He smelled like beer and old baloney. He hadn’t even showered from last night.” I add, knowing that truthfully, it was more of a turn-on than I care to admit. What I also won’t admit to is how my mind has been juggling the idea of taking Caleb like he was today, or cleanly showered, in a fresh suit, and I haven’t decided which scenario makes me hotter.

“Ew. I’m surprised you let him get that close to you.”

“I didn’t. The ditz at the front desk knocked on the door.”

She gasps, chuckling. “Oh, so you’re saying you were interrupted?”

My voice is flat. Unimpressed. “Fuckoff. That’s not what I said.”

I get a message on my screen, saying that I have a visitor, and I know that my next client isn’t due for an hour, so I wait for Mandy to tell me who it is, but before she can, my door opens abruptly, and Caleb Harris himself storms in. “Shit. I gotta go.” I say quickly, hanging up on her, readying myself to fly at him for walking in like that, when he has no business doing so.

Mandy trots in behind him. “I tried to stop him!” She cries, but he slams the door in her face.

“Do you want me to call security?” Mandy asks. Her voice is muffled from behind the door.

Caleb stands there in a fresh suit, freshly showered, smelling as fucking good as he looks. His jaw muscles are working. His eyes are wild. He looks as sexy as hell as he stands there, waiting for me to respond to Mandy, as if asking permission, or daring me to tell her to call security. It takes me a beat, but I finally answer. “No, Mandy. It’s fine. Thank you.”

It's like we’re at a stalemate. He’s not moving. I’m not moving. But both of our chests are heaving. He takes a step back and engages the lock on my door, making me half nervous, half thrilled. As he swallows, I watch his Adam’s Apple bob up and down, and his eyes are on mine. The look in his gaze is so intense it makes me shiver. I’ve never seen a look in a man’s eyes like that before. Is he pissed? Is he ready to give me a piece of his mind? Or is he ready to take me up against the wall? It’s tough to tell if it’s the latter, since he's wearing a double-breasted jacket, which covers his zippered area, but I’d be willing to bet money that he is as hard as he was for me last night. I took him down first last night, then he tried to take me down this morning, and my best guess is that he’s ready to finish his try, since we were interrupted during his attempt.

…but will I let him?

Chapter 6

Laney

At first, the step he takes towards me, I freeze. But when he lifts a hand and cups my face with it, bringing his nose to mine, I fold like a deck of fucking cards. I expect his lips to crush mine, for him to take me aggressively, and the thought is both intoxicating and intimidating, but when he slides his immensely soft and full lips over mine, the moan that comes out of me can’t be avoided. The kiss is tender, but thorough, as his tongue meets mine, and he sucks my bottom lip, making me melt, making my panties instantly damp. He lifts off my mouth and plants his forehead on mine, staring into my eyes, as if asking for permission to do more.

His hands, palm down, skate up my thighs, pulling my skirt up, and I don’t stop him. No, instead, I’m opening his blazer, pulling it off his shoulders, so it drops to the floor. The buttons on his shirt are easily opened as he reciprocates, lips on mine, kissing me so deeply, so erotically, I could come just from that. Fingers on the elastic, he slides my panties down, as I quickly undo his pants, listening to the sweet sound of his zipper coming down, and my hand is inside, touching his beautiful, endowed, fully erect cock, that’s throbbing for me. He lifts my bra, freeing my breasts, and God, I’ve never felt so hot for a man before, and it feels like I’m outside of my own mind, like I don’t own my rightful thoughts.

His cock sticks out of his pants, as he cups my rear in his hands, plants his head into my chest, sucking, nipping and licking my nipples, and then he lifts me onto him, penetrating me in an instant, as my back hits the wall gently. He thrusts slow and deep, matching his kisses, as his moans and choppy breathing match my own. My head rears against the wall, as my mouth opens wide, moaning aloud, and he fucks me so good it hurts. Caleb hits every hungry cell inside me, every inch that’s been ignored for so long, and I hate him for it. I hate it that he’s so good. I hate it that I love it so much.

His pelvis pumps perfectly against my clit, hitting it deliciously, making me come so fast I’m panting, crying out, until he starts making love to my mouth to stifle the noise. That’s when I feel him shudder against me, as his body quivers with mine, and I feel his seed shoot out of him, into me, filling me completely, as his kissing changes rhythm, absorbing the pleasure of his release. As I come down, I feel my fingers relax, as I was unaware that they were digging into his back. Our chests heave, our breaths coming fast, as he removes himself from me, and takes a step back, zipping up. His breath is still choppy as he does his shirt back up and says. “There. I think that evened the score.”

I pull my panties up and fasten my bra. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Tit for tat, Laney. You wanted it as much as I did.”

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