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I’m still not sure how I feel about him, and he’s been good to his word. Keeping a polite distance, and doing everything he can to help me with the move. He even hired a team of workers with trucks to pick up all the large printers and carry the boxes up the stairs.
What would have taken me days got done all before lunch. I’m not even running behind on any of my orders.
Before Dax found me this place, I’d mentally committed to weeks of lonely, late nights. Working by myself in a desperate attempt to keep the business afloat. But none of that was necessary. And the fact that I’m not even going to have to pay any rent for a whole year has made a huge difference.
Who knows, I might actually be able to afford a holiday this year.
Megan raises an eyebrow at me and grins. It’s obvious my avoidance of her questions isn’t fooling her, but when I hear the footsteps behind me, and turn to see Dax walking into the room, I know my cover has been blown.
“I think I’ll just leave you two alone,” Megan says, grabbing up her bag and scurrying towards the exit.
Before she leaves, she turns to Dax and says, “if you ever hurt her…”
“I won’t,” Dax replies solemnly, raising his hand in the air like a boy scout and clicking his heels together in true soldierly fashion. “I promise.”
Apparently, that’s good enough for Megan, because she just looks back at me and winks before leaving.
Suddenly, I’m all too aware it’s just me and Dax alone together.
A tingling between my thighs builds up with every step he takes towards me.
He looks extra handsome today. Just like the day I met him. Tight jeans. A plain black t-shirt, struggling to stretch over his huge arms and chest. He’s got a couple of days worth of stubble on his large, square chin, and his eyes blaze like molten chocolate as he looks me up and down.
“You look amazing,” he growls.
A blush spreads across my face and I have to avert my eyes. I’ve been trying to ignore the way he makes me feel, but right now, with nobody else around, it’s overwhelming.
I’ve spent a lot of time the last couple of days working out whether I can forgive him for his lies. So far the pros and cons list is pretty much even. But being near him makes all that seem very academic.
There’s no denying the way my body reacts when he’s near. The way my heart skips a beat, and my hands beg to reach out and feel his rock-hard muscles beneath my tender touch.
“If we’re going to give things another shot,” I hear myself saying, “then there has to be some ground rules.”
“Anything,” he says, stepping even closer until I can feel his hardness pressing against my hip and the gentle breeze from his breath tickles my neck.
“First,” I say, my voice a feeble quiver, “you have to promise never to lie to me again.”
“Done.”
“And I don’t want you throwing your money at me every time you want to apologize. I’m an independent, successful businesswoman in my own right, and I want to keep it that way.”
“Done.”
“But, that doesn’t mean you can’t spoil me from time to time. I mean… a bit of jewelry or a nice dress never went amiss.”
He reaches behind him and pulls a long black box from his pocket. “Something like this, you mean?”
The box pings open and I gaze down in wonder at a gorgeous diamond necklace. “Oh my god,” I gasp.
“It’s not an apology necklace.” He brushes the hair away from my neck and gently loops the necklace around my throat. His fingers brush against my skin as he fastens it. The cool metal feels like ice. My whole body clenches and vibrates as his teeth gently dig into my shoulder before he kisses the side of my neck and then the side of my face. “It’s a congratulations necklace. A new start necklace. It’s a present to an amazing woman who’s stolen my heart.”
I spin around and pull his head down. Kissing him frantically and passionately like we’ve just received notice of an incoming atomic bomb and there’s only thirty seconds left to live.
He rips open my blouse. Freeing my breasts. His mouth envelops my nipples. I can feel his tongue and his teeth biting and kissing me as I arch my head back and grind my mound into the hard, long lump in his pants.
“Dax.” I gasp his name as he kneels down and pulls my jeans all the way to the floor. He tears the thin material which used to be my panties and throws them, broken and discarded, onto a pile of cards.
Burying his face between my legs, his tongue runs over my opening. He kisses my thighs and my pussy and he pushes his fingers inside of me.
