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My girl looks like a mess. A black trail of mascara runs down each cheek, her mouth is swollen, and her eyes glisten with tears. She leans back and smiles up at me, her tongue darting out to clean up the drops of cum from her bottom lip.

I frame her face with my hands and swipe under her eyes with my thumbs. Kinsley Rhodes might be a mess, but she’s mine, and I’m selfish enough to never let her go.

I’d like to say I’m falling for this woman, but I’m positive I already have.

Her blue eyes shimmer as she blinks a few times and winds her arms around my neck, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Was that okay?”

With a curse, I gather her in my arms, and stroke my fingers through her red waves. “Sweetheart, I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven. Give me a few more seconds to hold you, and then I’ll fuck you into tomorrow.” I take a deep breath, letting her strawberry scent wash over me.

“You’ll stay?” She pulls back just enough for me to see her eyes soften.

“Of course. You’re going to have to kick me out of your bed.”

She huffs a laugh and nuzzles into my neck. She has no idea how true those words are. I’m fifteen years older and her boss, but I fucking love this woman with my entire being. I just hope we can all find a way to make this work.

FORTY-NINE

Brantley

This has beena hell of a week, and it’s only Monday. That doesn’t bode well for me.

Colin is having surgery on Friday, so Kinsley will be out that day and the next two weeks. I’ve become so dependent on seeing her in the office everyday I’m not sure I’ll be able to cope. My work will get done like it always does, but I won’t be happy about it. Or whoever they send up as a replacement.

I also had to work all weekend, putting out fires left and right because apparently we have a leak somewhere in the office and I don’t mean a problem with the plumbing. Somehow Mr. Gray’s marital status, his list of assets, and finances ended up in the press. The guys don’t know yet, but I wanted to have something more concrete before I brought it up. We suspect it came from within the firm, but unless IT finds something, I can’t be sure.

As soon as I fire off an email to the head of their department, detailing what occurred and what I need done this week, I put my computer to sleep and shrug out of my jacket.

If I plan on kidnapping my secretary for a few hours, I might as well enjoy a little of the warm spring sunshine.

Yeah, that sounds like me.

Have I ever enjoyed a stroll in the sun? Not in this fucking lifetime… Yet, I’m a little excited about doing it with Kinsley. Clearly, her pussy has put some kind of spell on me.

“Mr. Ellis, glad I caught you.” Tom, one of the senior partners, walks into my office like he owns the damn place. His chest is puffed out as he flicks his suit jacket open and flaps it behind him. The only thing he’s missing is a top hat and cane.

But there’s one thing he forgot—I own this firm, the building, and that damn corner office on the other side of the floor he likes so much.

“What is it?” I bark out, loving the way he halts in his tracks, his eyes widening as he looks me over. The air wizzes out of him as he visibly deflates, all his false swagger immediately disappearing.

Nope. Still sharp.

“I uh…I wanted to talk to you about the incident that happened last Thursday.” He’s smoothing down his tie, fiddling with the buttons on his pale pink shirt, anything to avoid making direct eye contact.

Good.

It’s a bad idea to stare down a grizzly and an even worse one to try to intimidate me with the same prolonged eye contact. One of us will simply kill you while the other will systematically eviscerate your entire life.

Tom is already on thin ice, strutting in here like a stuffed peacock, encroaching on my afternoon date.

I walk around the desk, perch my hip against the corner, and smooth a hand down my fucking tie in one fluid motion. “You’re going to need to be more specific, Tom. Thursday was four days ago. A lot’s happened since then.”

He swallows and shifts on his feet. “The meeting.”

I’m not sure if he’s referring to the meeting we were all late to or one of the client meetings I had that day. Again, he’s going toneed to be more specific, but I’m not going to waste my breath; he’ll figure it out sooner or later.

I cross my arms, my eyes narrowing and when he finally meets my gaze, he takes a step backward.

“Did you cut Mr. Madison’s tie in half before the meeting started?”

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