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He pressed a kiss to her bottom and stood. “So greedy,” he teased. But he was dying to be inside her sweet cunt just as badly. He stripped out of his clothes and rolled on a condom from his wallet and lined himself up with her entrance.

It took all of his willpower not to blow his load into her in the first ten seconds. The way she quivered around him and gripped his cock as he sank into her had his eyes rolling back in his head.

“Fuck, baby. You gotta stop squeezing me like that, or this will be over too fast.”

“Just fuck me, please. Move.”

He loved that she wasn’t shy about begging for what she wanted. But it only made his dick throb more, so he gripped her hips and fucked her hard and fast until he was on the edge.

Darci cried out when he stopped moving and he chuckled.

“You like the way my cock feels fucking you that hard, baby?”

“Yes, please. Don’t stop. I want you to come.”

He let out a low growl and sank his fingers into her hips once more and continued his relentless pace until he was crying her name and shuddering through an orgasm.

16

DARCI had trouble concentrating at work the next day. She spent most of the morning sorting through her box of files. So far, the only thing missing was a folder of her own personal records. It was a good thing that none of her clients appeared to have been compromised, but she was still disturbed by the items that were taken.

Then there was Bradley. Last night had been just as incredible as their other nights together, but it felt different. Maybe because she’d agreed to stop running from him and give him a chance. Maybe because of the danger that faced her. Either way, they needed to talk about some things. Set boundaries. Even though they’d explored some kink, she wasn’t sure she was ready to bring BDSM into the relationship.

Relationship. She shook her head. Was that what this was? Was she in a relationship with Bradley Givens? How would that work if the media got a hold of it? There were already speculations on a number of gossip blogs.

She moved files from one stack to another, trying to make sense of everything as she considered what life with Bradley would be like—with or without the power exchange.

The thoughts had her so consumed that she didn’t hear her office door open. When she looked up, Bradley was standing in the doorway in a dark blue suit, grinning at her. With a vase of Gerber daisies in his hand. “Bradley! What are you doing here?”

He stepped farther into the room and held out the flowers. “I missed you and thought I would see what you were doing for lunch today. I have a couple hours free because the senator is out of town and doesn’t need babysitting.”

The sight of him had her heart racing, and all she could offer him was a shy smile as she took the flowers. Why did he make her so nervous? “These are beautiful. How did you know they were my favorite?”

He winked and sat in one of her visitor chairs. “I read your blog. On one hand, I get where Michael is coming from about how much of yourself you put out there. On the other hand, I’m grateful because it lets me get to know you a little better. Lunch?”

She blushed and set the vase aside. “Let me see what’s on my calendar this afternoon.” There was a twinged of disappointment when she clicked on the calendar app. A lunch meeting was already scheduled. “I’m sorry. I’m supposed to be having lunch with my boss. I was supposed to go to New York next week, but he’s going to take my place, so I need to brief him. Michael thinks it’s better if I stick close to home.”

“He’s probably right. An early dinner then?” he asked hopefully.

“Sounds perfect.” She grinned, less nervous now.

“Good girl.” He smirked, and she shook her head. They had to talk about so much if they were going to make a relationship work.

“Go away, Bradley. I need to work.” With a laugh, he headed for the door.

“Bradley,” she said, stopping him. He turned around expectantly. “I had a good day yesterday. Thanks for the flowers.”

“I had a good time, too. I’m looking forward to a repeat.” He winked and then he was gone. She sighed. This might be a tough day to get through. Not long after Bradley left, her phone rang. It was Michael.

“Hey, Darci. Did you get everything you needed from your apartment yesterday?”

“I think so. I could use my laptop. That’s where I keep my file cabinet inventory. It will be the easiest way to tell if anything is missing.” She didn’t tell him about the potential breech of privacy for Exposure members. Gage was already handling it. Thankfully, all the actual applications stayed locked up in Gage’s office, but Darci had lists of names and contact information for when she sent out invitations to special events. Gage trusted her with that information, and she felt sick that it may have been compromised. The files were still in her box, so they didn’t get taken, but that didn’t mean whoever went through things didn’t take pictures or somehow record the data.

“I’ll get your computer back to you as soon as possible.”

“Do you know anything yet?”

“Not yet. We’re looking at the guest log at your apartment. You’ll need to look at it too. You’re sure you don’t remember seeing anyone at any of the spots you hit while you were out?”

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