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Don’t you come after me.

Holly

You’re right. This is about Kinsley hiding her three sexy bosses from us. I will need details along with photographs at our next book club. Don’t disappoint us.

Kinsley

Wouldn’t dream of it. #Iwoulddoanythingforlovebutiwon’tdothat

SIXTEEN

Maverick

It’s beenthe longest two and a half days of my life, and I have nothing to report. I’ve spent the entire fucking weekend on Cherry Bid and haven’t once seen Miss Rhodes. Kinsley. I should be happy she isn’t selling herself to the highest bidder, but I’m not.

Not in the slightest.

But she still has another six and a half hours to create her profile if she’s going to be in this thing.

And I’m going to be waiting.

Not so patiently, I might add.

Sure, I should maintain a professional distance from my employee. I absolutely shouldn’t be thinking about all the ways I can make her come undone by my hand. Under no circumstance should I be imagining how tightly her untouched pussy will clench around my cock.

Yet, here we are.

Although, truth be told, I was interested in her from day one. Not her first day on the top floor, but the moment I saw her with those damned cookies. Her beautiful blue eyes, the color of the Caribbean Sea on a sunny day, were open wide with surprise,not recognition. She hadn’t the slightest idea who I was when she insulted us, and then when she realized what she said, the pink hue that colored her cheeks was utter perfection. Almost as perfect as her sinful curves.

I am used to women using me for my family money. For the power my name holds. Fuck, I’ve had them use me to get to Wyatt or Brantley. Her ignorance was a breath of fresh air, air I didn’t know I needed.

She is a goddess and she doesn’t have a clue.

I’m not like Brantley; I can’t pretend I’m a robot. I can’t repress myself so much, I’m barely living.

I’ve been thinking about Kinsley all weekend. All fucking weekend I’ve been torturing myself.

Virgins never held any kind of appeal for me before, it never mattered, but knowing I could be the first man to claimherdoes something to me. It wakes up this primal side I didn’t know existed, and I’m not sure I know how to put him back in his cage.

“You getting any work done?” Wyatt sticks his head into my office, his hair sticking up in multiple directions, likely because he can’t keep his hands out of it.

With a laugh, I push away from my computer, putting my hands behind my head and lacing them together. “Not a fucking thing.”

Not when there’s a chained beast inside me fighting to get loose, to claim our woman.

He hangs his head, loosening his tie. “I can’t concentrate. I keep finding excuses to walk by her office.”

“Same.”

The thought of sharing her with Wyatt should bother me. Should, but doesn’t. I want her firsts, but I want him to have them too.

He’s my best friend, my brother by choice. He knows me better than anyone and hell, it wouldn’t be the first time we’vehad a woman between us. To be fair, it was years ago, right after we graduated law school, but I don’t feel a shred of jealousy. He deserves this as much as I do.

He may try to deny it, but I see his attraction for her all over his face. Especially, when he struggles not to look at her.

“She’s wearing that white button-up blouse, and all I want to do is rip it open like a damn animal. I shouldn't be picturing that while we’re reviewing my weekly schedule.” He sighs like the weight of the world is pushing down on his shoulders and runs his hands through his hair, sending more strands awry. “Something is wrong with me.”

“Yeah, you’re not working.” Brantley pushes him in my office, closing the door behind him, and glares at the both of us. “What the hell is wrong with the two of you? You’re practically prancing around the hallway like the peacocks she has plastered all over her wall.”

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