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She shakes her head, so I tip her chin up to look at me.

“We said we’d tell the truth. Well…this is the truth. Dot, I’ve wanted to take you on my desk since I first saw you that day. I’ve held back until now because I didn’t think it was a good idea to cross that line. But then you sent me those photos and what little self control I had disappeared. And I don’t think it’s coming back. Not where you’re concerned. It’s selfish, but I want you. I don’t want to let you go. I love you.”

She blinks at me with a bewildered expression on her face.

“You love me?”

“I do.”

“How? This just began. You can’t love me,” she argues. “It’s too soon.”

“Too bad,” I reply simply. “Because I do love you. I don’t care if it makes sense, Dot. The things I want with you, I’ve wanted for two years. It seems soon to you because you’re just finding out. But I’ve dreamed of making you my wife ever since you stumbled into my office for that interview.”

She looks down.

“What?” I ask her.

“How do I know you won’t get bored of me?” she asks.

“Bored?”

“If there’s one thing I’ve learned from my parents’ marriage, it’s that men get bored. They want variety. They want new things.”

Anger boils inside of me, but not at Dot. I’m angry at her father, for giving her such a bad example of what she could expect from men.

“That’s not what men do,” I say. “That’s what cowards do. Dot, I haven’t gone on a single date since you came to work for me. I had opportunities but why would I want to go on some shallow date with a woman who doesn’t compare to the one my heart actually wants?”

She bites her lip.

“You’ve held my attention nonstop for two years, before I ever laid my hands on your body. Does that sound like I’m a man who would get ‘bored’ of you?”

She shakes her head slowly.

“I guess not,” she says softly.

“I’m going to prove it to you,” I say solidly. “Starting now. And I’ll prove it for the rest of my life, if that’s what you need me to do.”

I drop to my knees on the kitchen floor. Dot’s eyes widen as I hike her skirt up over her hips and dive between her legs. I’ve thought of doing exactly this for so long. Having her thighs pressed against my ears, her scent in my face, is everything.

Her underwear are still in my desk drawer at the office. I can see she never bothered to replace them after she came home. Maybe because, like me, she wanted a physical reminder of what happened between us.

“William!” her hands rake through my hair, trying to pull me back. I won’t budge, though. I need her to know that I’ll never get tired of her body, of her mind, of everything about her.

My tongue presses into her folds, finding her little clit just like my fingers did before. She tastes sweet and salty and like I’m never going to be able to stop.

My cock is begging for a release but it’ll have to wait. This is about her. Showing her that even if I don’t “get off”, gettingheroff is enough for me. I need to give her pleasure just as much as I need my own. Need to watch her fall apart at my own doing, again and again.

I’ve already given her one orgasm. Now, with her thighs pressed against my ears, I give her another. Her hands go from pulling me away…to pushing me inward, closer. I suck and lick her harder, fingers digging into her hips as I pull her to the edge of the chair. She bucks her hips, screams my name.

I don’t care if anyone hears. In fact, part of me hopes someonedoeshear. From this day onward, Dot belongs to me. Soon enough, everyone in Wild Bronco will know that.

This woman is mine.

CHAPTER 9

DOT

I rise from the chair,kneeling in front of William like he did for me. He puts a hand on my shoulder, stopping me.

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