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  I screw up my face as if I’m pretending to think about it. “Fair enough. That’s understandable.”

  “I’m serious,” she presses me. “No hand holding, no hugging, no kissing – no nothing at the office.”

  “Quickies in the supply closet?”

  She arches her eyebrow at me. “Seriously?”

  “What? You didn’t explicitly list it,” I object. “I just want to make sure the ground rules are clear.”

  Berlin laughs, and it’s a beautiful sound, like crystal windchimes clinking in the breeze. Her smile lights up the room in ways no fire in the fireplace or lamp ever could. It’s warm, inviting, and sexier than I can even say.

  “Just for the sake of clarity, there will be no quickies in the supply closet.”

  I sigh dramatically. “I’m starting to think maybe this isn’t going to work out after all.”

  She laughs again. “You are absolutely awful.”

  “Believe it or not, you’re not the first person to tell me that.”

  “Oh no, I believe it,” she replies. “I absolutely, one hundred percent believe it.”

  “Did you have any other demands, you damn extortionist?” I tease.

  She purses her lips and pretends to think about it. “Other than what you already promised me – free rein to come and go as I need to, you’ll double my salary and give me full bennies right away.”

  “Did I say double?” I feign confusion. “I don’t recall saying double.”

  “Oh, that’s right, you said triple,” she giggles. “But, you should know better than to negotiate with a lawyer.”

  I hold up one hand in protest. “Double it is.”

  We both fall silent for a moment, each of us taking a sip of our tea. The awkwardness has faded, but there’s a residual energy charging the air between us. It carries a sense of anticipation. I lick my lips to moisten them and drain the last of my tea to quench my suddenly dry throat as I take Berlin in from head to toe. God, she’s attractive. I have to adjust in my seat as my cock starts to thicken.

  She could have handled all of this with a phone call and didn’t need to put out the effort to not only track down my home address but come all the way over here tonight. I appreciate that she did – I’m glad to see her. And it shows me that perhaps she’s willing to put in some effort to help build this thing between us rather than let me do all the chasing. I like that thought and want to believe it.

  “Who’s watching your dad?” I ask.

  “My cousin Nadia is with him.”

  I stand up and walk around the coffee table, reaching down to take her hand. Berlin gives me a flirtatious smile as I pull her to her feet. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her to me, reveling in the feeling of her soft, firm body pressed tightly to mine.

  “What are you doing?” she asks.

  “I’m thinking that you didn’t actually come all the way over here just to deal with some trivialities that could have been handled in a phone call or an email.”

  She hooks her fingers through my belt loops and looks up at me, that flirty smile playing across her lips.

  “You seem pretty sure of yourself,” she counters. “Couldn’t it be that I came over because I believed it should be done face to face?”

  I shrug. “I suppose it’s possible,” I tell her. “But, I like my thought better.”

  “Mmm-hmmmm,” she smiles. “Of course you do.”

  I lean down and press my mouth to hers, our kiss soft and sweet as our tongues mingle slowly. She pulls back, her eyes closed, and a dreamy look on her face.

  “If you want to know the truth, I really did think this conversation was better done face to face,” she tells me.

  “Is that so?”

  “Mhm,” she nods. “But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like the thought of the fringe benefits of a face to face meeting.”

  I smile. “And hey, at least we’re not in the supply closet.”

  “I don’t know what you’ve done to me,” she says. “I went my whole life without sex, but now I can’t seem to go two minutes without thinking about it. What have you done to me?”

  I shrug. “I suppose I cast a magic spell on you.”

  “Apparently.”

  She laughs and then squeals when I pick her up. I cradle her in my arms and carry her into the bedroom, gently laying her down on the bed. She wiggles around for a minute, a wide, indulgent smile on her face.

  “This bed is amazing,” she marvels. “I may just go right to sleep.”

  I laugh as I quickly pull her to her feet again. “Don’t even think about it.”

  “Then convince me to stay awake.”

  A wolfish smile spreads across my lips. “Gladly.”

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Berlin

  Lost in the passion of the moment is my courage and conviction – not that I had a whole lot of either when I walked through the door. He’s right, of course. I could have handled what I needed to handle with him in an email. My real reason for coming over here tonight was to tell him that I’m pregnant, but the words vanished the first time he looked into my eyes.

  And now, as his tongue gently caresses mine, all thoughts other than what he’s making me feel in the moment flee from my head. He grinds his hips against me, and I feel that deliciously long, thick cock pressing against my stomach. The memory of having him inside of me sends a pleasant shudder rolling through me, along with a wave of anticipation.

  I pull back and look up at him, his dark brown eyes boring straight through me, laying me bare. His gaze is so intense; it ignites the fire inside of me. I feel myself growing hot.

  “You are so fucking beautiful,” he whispers.

  My face flushes, I press my lips to his, and when he slides his tongue into my mouth, it nearly takes my breath away. His hands are on my shirt in an instant. I gasp as he gently circles my stiff nipples through my shirt. Teasing me. Enticing me.

  He quickly and deftly unbuttons my shirt, and before I even know what’s happening, I’m watching it sail across the room. A moment after that, I feel my bra snap open and fall, my full breasts spilling into his waiting hands.

  I moan softly as his mouth finds my breasts, his tongue flicking the tender, sensitive nipples. I’m so consumed by the sensations coursing through me that I let out a surprised squeal when my skirt falls to the floor, pooling around my feet.

  “You really are a magician,” I grin.

  “Just wait until you see my magic wand.”

  I laugh out loud and slap his chest. “Careful with it. Don’t want to make me disappear.”

  He gives me a playful shrug. “I was thinking more of sawing you in half.”

  Our mouths find each other, and I part my lips, reveling in the feeling of his tongue doing a slow, seductive dance with mine. He pushes my panties down. As they slip down my legs, I step out of them. Sawyer lifts me like I weigh nothing and lays me down on the bed, stepping back to look at me fully naked for the first time.

  Despite the low, soft lighting in the room, I feel entirely exposed in ways I never have before. I’ve never been completely naked in front of somebody before, and my skin feels like it’s on fire with embarrassment. I move my arms to cover myself, but he shakes his head and steps forward, removing them.

  “Don’t. I want to look at you.” His voice rumbles and caresses me as warmly as his hands do.

  As if acting of their own accord, my arms move to cover myself again, but I fight the urge. Sawyer stands there, drinking me in from head to toe, a look of almost euphoria on his face. He looks at me like I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, and I shudder beneath his gaze. I’ve never been looked at the way he’s looking at me – by anybody. And it sends tendrils of warmth winding through me, wrapping me up, and stokes the fire burning out of control between my thighs.

  I wiggle and writhe beneath his scrutiny, growing wetter by the second. Desire floods my body. All I want – all I need – in that moment is to have him inside of
me.

  “Come here,” I purr, crooking my finger at him.

  Sawyer steps forward but stops short and slips to his knees before me. He gently pulls me to the edge of the bed, sets my thighs on his shoulders, and leans forward, his warm breath on my pulsing lips, sending a shiver of pleasure up my spine. I gasp, feeling the tip of his tongue flicking my clit. He laps at it slowly at first, then takes it into his mouth, rolling and sucking on it gently. My body clenches tightly, and I cry out as his tongue plunges deep into me.

  He moans softly, sending shockwaves up me, then laps at my pussy with increasing vigor. I grip his hair tightly, grinding myself against his mouth as he starts to lick me harder. I feel the pressure building low in my belly. I’m hurtling toward the edge of ecstasy, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it – not that I want to. I bite my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, and when I feel him take my clit back into his mouth as he plunges two fingers deep into me, I explode.

  My body bucks and thrashes as he continues to drive his fingers into me. I rattle and shake uncontrollably as he laps at my clit, and I come harder than I ever have before. A powerful wave of pleasure washes over me, making my body seize up and all coherent thought to flee my mind. I feel so out of control of my body that I clamp my thighs around Sawyer’s head and squeeze tight.

  Slowly, my body starts to relax, and I’m able to move my legs again, parting them and allowing Sawyer up for air. He looks at me with a wide, salacious smile on his face and my juices dripping from his chin.

  “Sorry,” I gasp as I try to catch my breath. “I wasn’t trying to kill you.”

  He shrugs. “I can think of worse ways to go.”

  I laugh as he gets to his feet, and I quickly sit up, grabbing hold of his thick cock through his pants. I squeeze and rub his thickness, drawing a small moan from him. He pulls his shirt over his head and throws it across the room in the general direction mine ended up in. Moving my hands up, I go to work on his belt, getting it undone, then pull his pants down his thighs with ease.

  “I see you’ve been practicing,” he chuckles.

  “Maybe I have.”

  “Naughty girl.”

  I nod and give him a sultry grin. “What can I say? You bring it out in me.”

  I slip his boxers down and allow his long, rigid cock to spring free. I take it in my hand, gripping him tight at the base, and lean forward, sliding my tongue down one side of his thick shaft and back up the other. I swirl it around the head of his dick, teasing the sensitive underside, then taste the precum pooling at the tip.

  Sawyer groans as I take him into my mouth, sliding him all the way in. I tighten my lips around his cock and suck him harder, moving my head up and down faster. I hear him growl as I hold him in my mouth and swirl my tongue around his staff. He grunts and takes a step back, then looks down at me with an expression of absolute desire and need etched into his features.

  He pushes me back down on the bed and makes me scoot back, away from the edge. He looks me up and down again, a look of primal hunger and desire on his face. Sawyer collapses down on top of me, bracing himself on his arms, so he’s looking down at me. I part my thighs and wrap them around his waist, feeling the head of his cock brushing softly against my wetness.

  Our gazes are locked, and I bite my bottom lip hard as I feel him slowly working his hard, thick staff into my tight, wet core. Sawyer slides into me inch by inch until he’s fully sheathed within me. A sharp pinch of pain tears through me as I adjust to having his length and girth filling me up so completely again.

  As he starts to roll his hips, plunging himself even deeper into me, the discomfort gives way to absolute pleasure, and I moan. His movements are slow and deliberate, and he never takes his eyes off mine. The pleasure he’s making me feel is like a bright, white light that fills every inch of my body.

  I grip his forearms, digging my nails into his flesh. He thrusts himself into me in a steady rhythm that sets off explosions of ecstasy within me. He leans down and kisses me, his tongue swirling with mine seeming to heighten the pleasure that’s rocking my entire body.

  Sawyer’s movements are slow and sensual, rather than being erotically frantic like our last couple of times together. He’s taking his time with me, doing his best to wring every ounce of pleasure from the moment and from each other. If I had to describe it one way, I’d say what we’re doing is more like making love rather than fucking. There’s an emotional energy crackling between us that hasn’t been present the last couple of times we’ve been together, and it feels like the connection between us is being built and strengthened.

  I gasp, then giggle as Sawyer grabs my hips and rolls me over so that I’m on top of him. I settle myself, so I’m sitting astride him, his cock still nestled within me. I look down and find him grinning at me with a sexy gleam in his eyes. His fingertips leave burning trails in their wake as he slides them up my thighs and then moves them even higher, sliding them up my stomach until he’s cupping my breasts. He gives my nipples a soft pinch, and I yelp.

  Throwing my head back, I close my eyes and moan as I absorb all the different sensations – from his hands on my breasts to his cock buried deep inside my pussy – gripping me tightly. Planting my hands on his chest for leverage, I start to roll my hips. I grind myself down on his cock, taking him as deep as I can, while he works at my clit with his fingers.

  I’m rocking on his staff firmly, and Sawyer is thrusting upward, matching my rhythm, our bodies moving toward the precipice of pleasure in unison.

  “You feel so amazing,” he gasps.

  I keep rolling my hips, watching triumphantly at the look of ecstasy sliding across his face. I feel his body tensing, and his cock swelling and know he’s not going to last much longer. He keeps working my clit with his fingers as I pick up my rhythm, impaling myself on his length even harder, savoring every second of it.

  My body tenses. I feel my orgasm rushing toward me like a tsunami. Sawyer moans as I grip his thick shaft with my inner muscles, squeezing him as tight as I can. His breathing is ragged and labored, and I can see him gritting his teeth. I roll my hips harder, working his cock with everything in me as I bring him to the brink.

  Sawyer raises his hips, piercing me deeper than he ever has, and hits a spot that touches off an explosion of sheer bliss I’ve never felt before. My body racks with sensation, and my every nerve ending feels like it’s on fire. I throw my head back and cry out, my voice filling the air around us. I dig my nails into his chest, making him draw in a sharp breath as my orgasm crashes down over me.

  A couple of moments later, I feel his cock pulse, and then with a growl that’s more animal than human, he explodes. The warm sensation of him filling me up with his come sends warm, delicious waves rolling through me, making me shiver with sheer delight.

  Still sitting astride Sawyer, we slowly come to a stop, our shared bliss deeper than anything I’ve ever felt in my life. Finally, I feel his rod growing soft inside of me, and I collapse on top of him, still trying to catch my breath. Sawyer runs his fingers through my hair and trails them down my back, making me smile.

  “You make me feel so incredible,” he murmurs in my ear.

  “Mmmmm… I think that goes both ways.”

  We lay coupled together like that for a while, neither of us speaking – neither of us feeling the need to ruin what feels to me like a perfect moment with needless chatter. We’re wrapped in a bubble of bliss, and because moments like these are so special and so rare, I want to enjoy it as long as I can.

  I lay with my head on his chest, listening to the hard, steady thump of his heart. The rhythm is soothing and relaxing. I close my eyes and smile, relishing the feel of his arms around me. I’ve never felt so cared for before. Nor have I ever felt so safe.

  Planting a soft kiss on his chest, I smile dreamily. Though I know I should tell him why I really came here tonight, I push it away, promising myself that I’ll tell him. Soon. Right now, I just want to enjoy this feeling that’s been so ra
re in my life.

  I try to fight it, but the warm, comforting darkness of sleep washes over me, pulling at me until I give in to its dark embrace.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Sawyer

  “You gave her a job,” he says. “I have to admit, that’s not something I saw coming.”

  I shrug. “Giving her flowers and chocolate just seemed to cliché.”

  Rider and I are sitting in Roosevelt’s, having a beer after finishing up at the office. He chuckles and takes a long pull of his beer.

  “But what are you going to have her do?” he asks. “I mean, you’ve already got an army of lawyers at your disposal.”

  “I’ll figure it out.”

  He frowns slightly. “You do realize she’s a criminal attorney, right?” Rider poses the question. “And you do realize there’s a difference between a criminal attorney and a corporate attorney like me, don’t you?”

  I give him an annoyed frown. “Do you think I’m an idiot?”

  “Do you really want me to answer that question?” he smirks.

  “Fuck off,” I say but grin.

  I look around the pub, watching the professional crowd filtering in. I have to admit if only to myself, that giving her the job was impulsive. Technically Rider is right – I don’t really have a pressing need or position for her at Compass. But it’s not like I can’t afford to keep her on staff, so what harm does it really do?

  Although, if I’m being brutally honest with myself, after having given it a bit of thought, it’s just another example of me doing what she said she didn’t want me to do – throwing on my cape and trying to save her. But what else could I do? I couldn’t just sit by and do nothing when I’m to blame for her losing her job in the first place – whether she thinks I am or not.

  I should have been more careful and not let myself be overwhelmed by my hormones. But she does something to me that I can’t explain. It’s not just the sex – although I do enjoy it a lot. Possibly more than I’ve enjoyed sex with anybody in my life. Which is really saying something – I’ve been with more than a few women who were willing to do anything and everything to please me.