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My plan to drop off the food and leave is derailed the moment my mom sees me. She not only takes the food from me, but she grabs my hand and practically pulls me to the kitchen. She points at a wall in the corner while she sticks her food in one of the microwaves. I do my best to pretend to be interested in the pictures, but when I see the photo of all the employees, with Nick and Joe Bain in the middle, I can’t look any further. The quick glance doesn’t stop me from noticing how handsome he looks, and how it was just a day after that picture was taken that I was naked in his arms.

“Mom, I’m going to go.” She takes her food out, but before I get a chance to leave, Sherry runs into the kitchen to tell her she has an important call on hold.

“Shoot! Sorry, baby girl. I’ve got to go. I’ll see you at home.” She snatches her food and runs out of the kitchen before I can form a response. I turn and gaze at the picture of Nick one more time. Since the room is empty, I reach for the photo and trace my finger across his lips.

With a heavy sigh and a heavy heart, I walk toward the door only to collide with a muscular chest. I start to fall backward, but a pair of strong arms grab my hips, steadying me.

Even before I lose myself in his blue eyes, I know who those hands belong to. We’re both quiet, but when he rubs small circles on my hips with his fingers, I part my lips and inhale. I can feel the heat in my body rise as he looks down at my lips. When he removes his hands from my body, I feel empty, and when he walks back to the door, I become lost.

My heart hammers inside my chest when he sticks his head out the door and looks in both directions. He promptly closes the door, and with two purposeful strides, he’s in front of me, his hands cupping my face as his lips capture mine.

It’s like water after being lost in the desert. Lost completely with just one kiss, I open my mouth to him and welcome him home. I wrap my arms around his neck and stick my hands in his hair, moaning into his mouth as he deepens the kiss. He tastes of coffee and comfort.

He abruptly ends the kiss, leaving me stumbling and holding on to a table for support. I put both hands on my cheeks to erase the blush that I know has pinkened my skin. We’re both panting, desperate for breath as we stare at each other.

“I want you to go to my house and wait for me,” he says, his voice rushed and desperate. “Please, wait here for a second.” He practically runs out of the kitchen, leaving me time to calm my beating heart by drinking cold water.

He’s back in an instant, and I can do nothing but stare at him as he approaches. He grabs my hand and puts a key in it.

“Go. I have a meeting, but that won’t take more than an hour. I’ll leave right after. Please, Miranda. Say you’ll go home and wait for me.” He grabs my face again, leans down, and rests his forehead on mine. I let out one shaky breath, and with all the strength I can muster, I step away from him.

Still unable to speak, I nod. He exhales, his shoulders relaxing at my acquiescence. He walks back to the door, and instead of leaving like I expect, he looks outside the door, comes back, and kisses my forehead before finally walking away.

“I’ll text you the code for the alarm.”

CHAPTER 13

NICK

I hold my breath the entire ten-minute drive to my house, only exhaling when I see her car parked in my driveway. Instead of opening the garage and pulling my Range Rover inside, I decide to park behind Miranda, effectively blocking her in.

Not surprising, with the lack of furniture, the first floor is void of her presence. I toss my bag in the corner, and without even bothering to take my coat or my shoes off, I take the stairs two at a time and sprint to my bedroom only to find her fast asleep under my down comforter. As quietly as possible, I take off my coat and shoes, and slide in beside her. As soon as I put my arm around her, she nestles into my body, fitting me perfectly.

She stirs in my arms and turns. Our eyes lock the minutes she opens hers.

“Hey,” she says, smiling.

“Hey,” I say back as I stroke her cheek. I’ve thought of nothing but her since she left here, and since she ended things on Monday, all I’ve done is envision her in this bed. Finding her in the office today saved me a trip. It was only a matter of time before I tracked her down at her job. Unable to wait any longer, I kiss her again, pulling her closer.

We manage to undress each other, only breaking the kiss for a fraction of time. Once we’re naked, I climb on top of her, desperate for more, desperate for the contact of our skin. In one swift movement, I sink into her wet pussy.

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“You hungry?” I ask about an hour later, having my fill of her for the moment. She lays her head on my chest as I glide my fingertips across her hipbone. She lifts her head and wiggles her eyebrows at me.

“I can go for dessert,” she says as she grabs my dick. It went from soft to semi-hard in an instant, but I grab her hand and move it away. “Something thick and creamy. And sweet.”

“We need to talk first,” I tell her.

“First? I know what we did first, and it didn’t involve talking. Maybe some moaning.”

She reaches for me again, and this time, when her hand wraps around me, I turn to granite. I move her hand away and climb out of the bed and walk to my closet. After putting on some comfortable clothes, I grab a robe for her.

She’s still lying comfortably under the covers with her eyes closed, arms behind her head, and a smile on her lips.

“Let’s go downstairs. I’ll make us a late lunch while we talk.” She gets out of the bed and holds out her hand for my robe. I can’t help but admire her perfect breasts as she covers her body.

I hold my hand out to her, and when she takes it, I lead us down the stairs.

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