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  “Oh, ignore him. He's miffed because he and his boys have been a nasty shade of blue since this afternoon. He's under wraps. We can take this as slow as you want.”

  With him, she felt sexy. Confident. Not the fake confidence she projected, but the real deal, radiant from the inside kind of confidence. And she liked it. She wanted more.

  He pulled back, pinning his gaze on hers. When he still looked unsure, Kyra took matters into her own hands. After all, what was Megan always telling her? When a girl wants a man, put on the sex-me vibe and go get him.

  Reaching up, Kyra wound her arms around Bryan’s neck and tangled her fingers into the hair at his nape. Gently, she tugged him down and molded her lips to his. He hissed an intake of breath just before sliding his hands down to her ass, drawing himself closer to her.

  Kyra took control of the kiss. This time, it was she who drew his tongue into her mouth. She sucked on it and slid hers over his. Telling him what she wanted with her tongue. The deep tugging at her center started as a sweet, dull ache that deepened with every kiss. His hands slid under her silky kimono and caressed her bare back. Her nipples rubbed against the soft silk fabric and hardened to pinpoints, the pleasure so intense it burned. When Bryan captured her breast in his hand, she moaned into his mouth.

  “Jesus, Kyra. You make me want to lose control.”

  “Control is overrated.” She wanted him. For once, she was going to do the reckless thing and have what she wanted.

  Gently, he circled the tip of her nipple with his thumb making her nipple tighten and pebble. She fought for breath.

  “God, I love how responsive you are.”

  His thick erection pressed insistently into her belly as he devoured her lips and stroked her breast. Reaching between them, she tugged on his belt. Fumbling with his button and grunted with satisfaction when it gave. Sliding her hands into his jeans, she closed her fingers around him. His low growl and muttered curse gave her a boost of confidence.

  “Mm, baby, maybe that’s not the best idea right now. I’ve been ready to explode since this afternoon. Hell, since I met you.”

  She didn’t listen. Instead, she rubbed her thumb over his crown. His fingers dug into the flesh of her ass, and he muttered curses through clenched teeth.

  “You’re so big.” She stroked his thickness, her thumb and middle finger barely touching. Wow.

  “Now you’re just adding flattery to sooth the torture.” His hips bucked, pushing him further into her palm. A drop of precum oozed out of the wide tip, giving her palm some lubrication.

  “You got to taste me. I think it’s only fair that I taste you too.”

  “Fuck, Kyra.” He licked his lips.

  “Yeah?”

  “You’re killing me.”

  Kneeling in front of him, Kyra held onto the full length of him with both hands and pumped in slow, fluid movements. His legs shook as he watched her with intense, hooded eyes. When she added her mouth, circling the tip of him, he groaned her name and dug his fingers into her hair, tugging gently.

  He tasted spicy and salty. And he was hers.

  Using her tongue to help lubricate him, she slid her mouth over the entire length of him, then ever-so-slowly inched back. Every time he hit the back of her throat, she deliberately relaxed her throat muscles, taking him even deeper. She repeated the motion, and time stood still as he cursed her name.

  With one hand, she cupped his balls, gently massaging them. When she began to work the ridge directly under the tip with her tongue, he jerked her away.

  “Baby, fuck, you have to stop, otherwise, I’m coming in your mouth.”

  She pulled back and gave him a devilish smile. “Isn’t that the point?”

  “Not when I want to make love to you.”

  “There you go, ruining my fun again,” she muttered.

  “I promise, you can spend as much time as you want torturing me—later. Right now, I have other plans.”

  She stood and swayed a little.

  “Let me help you.” He turned her around and settled her over her desk. “I’ve been thinking of doing this since this afternoon.”

  As he lay her belly-down on her desk, he caressed her ass. “Your skin is so gorgeous. The color of cinnamon. One day, when I have more time, I’m going to spend a day playing with you.” He gave her a quick tap on the ass, and she squealed.

  He did it again with his left hand, and she squirmed. The heat of the sting mingled with the tug of desire.

  Kyra shook. The anticipation ripping through her as she heard him removing the rest of his clothes behind her. Finally, he stood behind her with both hands on her ass. “Widen your legs for me, sweetheart.”

  Legs shaking, she complied. When he leaned forward, he licked at her lips again. She let out a low keening sound she didn’t even know she knew how to make.

  “Let me take care of you, Kyra.”

  She sighed and forced her body to relax, allowing her thighs to fall open some more. As he feasted on her again, his thumb traced a path from the opening of her cleft, over the stretched skin between her pussy and her anus, spreading her juices over her unexplored hole. She stilled and tensed. That was new.

  “It's okay, baby, I'm only playing with you today. I won’t take this beautiful ass of yours just yet.”

  As he continued his ministrations of licking her slit, she rocked her hips back against him. She was already so close. “Bryan, hurry, please.”

  * * *

  She wanted him to hurry? Not likely. But he was past his desperate point. With a final lick, he stood behind her and guided the tip of his cock to her slick entrance. Just feeling her heat against him was enough to shoot him right to the edge. Fuck. He wanted to be inside her before he came. But as badly as he wanted to feel her slick walls milking him with nothing separating them, he wasn’t a fool. He sheathed himself in a condom before aligning his cock against her slippery wet lips. And then, inch by inch, with a measured control that made his eyes narrow, he slid into her.

  He took it as slow as he dared. His dick felt like it was expanding. He could feel the panting of her breath as she took each inch of him. He watched her grip on the edge of the desk. When she clenched it tight, he retreated, just a little. Enough to give her a little friction and release some pressure. When her fingers loosened again, he slid in further.

  They continued this dance until he was fully seated inside her stretched, soft channel. Sweat popped on his brow as he slowly retreated a few inches and slid back again.

  He wanted to do nothing but fuck her for hours and hours and hours. The tight glove of her silken walls milked his cock, and he tried in vain to ward off the orgasm.

  Kyra arched her back and moaned.

  Anxious to have her come with him, he secured her hips to him and reached under her to pluck the tips of her nipples. She shuddered, and clamped down around him. Jesus. He pinched one of her nipples again, and she swore.

  He kissed her shoulder blade and whispered, “Touch yourself for me, baby. Help yourself along. Show me what to do to make you come.”

  She reached underneath herself, and he could feel her pussy quiver around him the moment she started circling her clit. He bit into her shoulder hard enough to leave a mark, and she called out his name. “Oh, God, Bryan…Yes, God, there. Please there.”

  He drove into her with that same measured pace. He wanted to ride her hard, but he didn't want to hurt her. Gritting his teeth, with his free hand, he wet his thumb with more of her slick juices and circled it about her tight brown pucker once more. He watched in wonder as the rosette quivered under his touch. He performed the action again and again, and each time, her whole body convulsed and she pushed back against his invading cock.

  Bringing his thumb to his mouth, he worked saliva onto it before bringing it back to her tight rosette. Gently, he pushed, and she went perfectly still beneath him. He withdrew his thumb again before reinserting to the first knuckle.

  Beneath him, she gasped his name.

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bsp; “That's it, baby. Take it. Feel how tight you are. Focus on the sensations. I can make you feel good, if you let me. I’ve been dreaming of your ass since I first laid eyes on you.”

  “Bryan, I…I don't…”

  He withdrew his thumb again, in time with his cock. Then penetrated her once more in both tight holes. She moaned and pushed her hips back against him.

  As her breathing grew more rapid, the leash on his control waned. He increased his pace, and she met him thrust for thrust. Her walls glided over every ridge of him as he drove into her, and her ass trying to hold onto his thumb. He felt the spasms of the walls in her slick channel, and knew she would come around him at any moment. Releasing her breast, he reached up and caressed her lower lip.

  “Come on, Kyra. Let go for me. I’ll catch you.”

  With a scream, she bucked and shook. Her violent orgasm trapped both his cock and his thumb inside her body. Her groan of ecstasy reverberated around them, bouncing off the walls.

  A gray haze filtered on the periphery of his vision as his balls tightened. His orgasm started in his toes, then worked up around his spine. Tingles snaked through his body until he was driving with no other thought except emptying himself inside her. Through the haze, he heard her whimpered moan of his name and he fell straight into oblivion.

  Twenty-Four

  The good news was ... she'd just had the best three orgasms of her goddamned life. Like every single part of her body hummed and buzzed. She couldn't tense a single muscle if she tried. The bad news was, the rumors were right. He was every single thing everyone had ever said. Which equated to excellent in the sack. But just how many women had come before her? Something told her she didn't want to know.

  “You're freaking out on me right now aren't you?” Bryan shifted his big body, nearly dwarfing her. He wrapped an arm around her and tucked her close so she had no real option but to look at him.

  “Not freaking out exactly. Just … not sure of what to do now. I don't really sleep around or one night stand it or whatever.”

  His dark brows drew down. “One night stand it?”

  Tread carefully here. “I—mean. I'm just not, like, savvy or whatever. I've seen the women you date. Or rather have on call or what not. And clearly I'm not one of them so I'm not hyper-sophisticated enough to know what to do or say and so yeah I'm freaking out a little. I just slept with my boss. Something I swore I'd never do … again. So yeah, freaking out … ” Right about now would be a hell of a time to shut her freaking mouth. But somehow the command never made it to her mouth. “I mean, this was fun and all, but I don't know if you're like trying to figure out your escape plan or—”

  He dipped his head and kissed her deep, swallowing every objection and every fear and shorting every brain cell that was on hyper alert. Her inner sex kitten stretched, practically purring as she was all … Again? Hell yeah, I can be convinced.

  And she could be convinced. Bryan was good. Really good with his hands. Those fingers. Wow. The way he could tease her into begging him to slide them into her.

  He moaned against her lips. When he drew back, she was hard pressed not to follow automatically. Her body wanted more of what he promised. More of the humming, more of the mind numbing pleasure.

  He shifted down her body so he could nuzzle her neck. His nose slid along the column of her throat and she leaned her head back to accommodate him. When his cock nudged her, she knew what he was feeling. She was wet, ready for him ... again.

  “Kyra,” he groaned.

  She sucked in a ragged breath before she could think enough to respond. “Y-yeah?”

  “I don't want hyper-sophisticated. I don't want someone who cares more about the newest it restaurant than she cares about me. Those women are about the image. The appearance. You’re different.”

  He kissed the hollow of her throat. “I don't do this. I haven't had a lot of dating experience either. At least not with someone I like and want to see for more than just sex. As much fun as what we just did was, I want to talk to you too. I want to know how to elicit one of those amazing smiles from you. So maybe we see what happens. I have no idea what we're doing here. I thought I could stay away from you. But clearly that was a problem. It's a little complicated. But maybe we see what happens before we freak out.”

  He wanted to see what happened? With them? “So, like, we're trying this?”

  His cock nudged her cleft. She moaned and he hissed against the swell of her breast. “As you can tell, someone would very much like to try this again. But I think we only have one condom left.”

  Seriously? How many had they used already? “Oh uh … Did we use that many?”

  He laughed and crawled back up her body, his erection nudging once more, and then slid along her cleft, the smooth velvety tip pressing against her pleasure button. His breath caught and he muttered a low guttural curse under his breath. “You feel fucking incredible.” She thought he was going to reach for their last condom, but instead he wrapped her in his arms again and kissed her forehead. “I think I'll end up buying stock in Trojan, if this keeps up.”

  Kyra licked her bottom lip. She had to ask, “So, if we're doing this, seeing where it goes, how does that work exactly? X2 is your brain child. Your company. I'm probably more aware of how this looks than you are.”

  He studied her carefully. “Oh, you have no idea.”

  “Right now everyone is already taking bets to see if we kill each other. Or when I'll get fired. There is actually a pot. Did you know? Megan told me it's almost $500. Imagine what’s going to happen if they find out we slept together.”

  “Are sleeping together. Present tense.”

  “Fine. But you know what I mean. For you, I'm just one in a long line of women. For me, this is my whole career. Something like that follows you when you're a woman.” She knew that from experience. How hard she'd had to fight to keep her career.

  “Kyra, trust me when I say I know. This thing with us was unexpected to say the least. And it looks bad for me too. Just for different reasons. But you're the first person in years I've been able to actually be myself with, bullshit aside, and I've come to depend on that. That, and I like you. I can talk to you. I want to keep doing that. Oh, and I can't seem to control my hormones around you, so there's that.”

  A giggle escaped. “So eloquent.”

  He shrugged. “Truth.”

  “I'm serious. We need like ground rules or something.”

  “You mean like that love contract we have at work? I suppose we could sign that, but the moment we do, everyone will know.”

  She shook her head. “God no. I trust the HR department, but the moment anyone sees us in there together, the gossip mill starts to run.”

  He nuzzled her neck. “So what are you thinking?”

  “You know basics like, no sleepovers or whatever.”

  He frowned and breathed deep. “I can’t agree to that. I'm going to need a sleepover. Especially when I wake up. If the sheets smell like you, I guarantee, I'm going to need some special ... attention.”

  His erection nudged her thigh as if seconding that notion.

  Kyra laughed. “You drive a hard bargain.”

  His fingers slid down her belly. “Oh you have no idea.”

  When he cupped a hand over her sex, Kyra momentarily forgot to breathe. “Bryan, I—”

  “Yes, Kyra, what other deal would you like to strike?”

  “Can't think when you're doing that.”

  “What? This?” He slid a finger into her.

  “Bryan!”

  “Okay, I'll behave.” He withdrew his finger. “Just as long as no sleepovers is off the table.”

  Kyra dragged in a shuddering breath. They probably shouldn't be negotiating with their clothes off. “No sleepovers during the week.”

  He frowned but conceded. “Fine.” It was silly, but it would help her maintain some distance.

  “Do you have a condition?” she asked.

  “Yes, actually I do. Nothing at the
office. Today was too damn risky. That’s a must. I need to figure out control.”

  She nodded. “Agreed.”

  “Not so fast. But I want more emails from you. Texts too.”

  A slow smile tugged at her lips. He enjoyed that as much as she did. “Done.”

  “Any other conditions for you?” he asked.

  Kyra bit her lip. “I—uh, I'd like to, you know, go out and do other things. I mean the sex is, wow—well, you were here but I don't want—”

  He nodded understanding. “You don't want to be a booty call.”

  “Yeah. If that's okay.”

  “Hey, I'm the one who wants to try. So that's fine by me.”

  I’ll believe that when I see it. She cleared her throat. “Also, I’d appreciate if no one knows. Megan knows and that can't be helped, but I don't want gossip.”

  “Okay, Kyra. We'll do it your way.”

  * * *

  Bryan wanted her. Badly enough to agree to her terms. Don't be a prick; it's better for you if no one knows too. But that one stipulation pulled at all the shit that ate away at him. Well, there's no way that she could know about Heather. Don't make your shit her shit. This was better. Meredith was on his ass and he had a company to protect. And as long as they kept their situation out of the office and not on work emails or work devices, then they were both covered, right?

  Except it looks shady as hell and Meredith would have ammunition. Fuck. But then Kyra kissed his chin and his cock took over the thinking for him. Besides, staying away from her hadn't worked. Finding a substitution for her hadn't worked. The only thing that had seemed to work to calm the clawing need in the center of his chest was touching her, being with her. So this was a better bet. Because being an asshole wasn't really what he was looking for.

  It was better for everyone.

  “One more thing.”

  She kissed him again. “Yeah?”

  “As long as this lasts I need two things actually. The truth, no matter how brutal and I need to know I'm the only one touching you. I'm not looking for that kind of mind fuck right now.”