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  “I like to be punctual.”

  He closes the door behind him, and a quiver moves down my spine as he sets the lock. Why the hell did he do that?

  “Privacy,” he says, like he can read my mind. “No one needs to know our business.” He moves with a confidence few men have as he lowers himself into the plush chair on the other side of my desk.

  “Is this your first time visiting with a counselor?” I ask.

  He pushes back in the seat, and kicks his legs out in front of himself, his long, hard body on full display. “Yup.”

  Concentrate, Rae. “Okay, just so you know, everything you tell me is confidential and private. Feel free to open up. Say whatever you like. It will never leave this room.”

  “Yeah? Anything I like?”

  “Of course.” I pick up a pen. “Your secrets are safe with me.”

  He leans forward and I catch a whiff of his scent. It trickles through my blood and awakens every erogenous zone in my body.

  “Okay, then,” he says. “The truth is, ever since I set eyes on you, all I’ve been able to think about is putting my mouth on your body.”

  My fingers shake. My pen falls. And my damn pulse jumps excitedly in my neck like a confession. Holy cripes, way to get right to the point. Then again, he always has been a straight shooter. When it comes to him there are no secrets—which could only mean he thought he slept with Saralynn, or he would have said something, right?

  As I look at him, his words from yesterday come back to me.

  I go after what I want.

  But he slept with my sister. Well…he didn’t. This is messed up. Way to go Raelynn!

  I yell at the inner voice to shut the hell up, because from the way his eyes are dimming with desire, it’s clear it’s me he wants right now. Shy, studious, workaholic bookworm Raelynn Walker, not Saralynn, music star.

  Why can’t I go after what I want, too? Have a little more fun with Nate before this job is over.

  Oh, probably because I really like this guy—always have. He’s smart, funny, spontaneous, and in the bedroom, well not only did he pay attention to my needs, he rocked my freaking world. I’m only on this job a little while longer. Soon I’ll be moving to a new corporation, new clients, and I likely won’t ever set eyes on him again.

  But with all things consider, how can I give in to this sexual tension between us?

  How can I not?

  “Nate…I don’t think…”

  “Jesus, Rae, when I close my eyes at night, all I can envision is you beneath me, your hands on my body, mine on yours. I don’t know about you, but I can’t think of a better way to balance work and life.”

  I gulp, but don’t miss the way my body is reacting, because yeah, I’ve been thinking the same thing.

  “So you’re saying sex is the answer for you?”

  “Not just for me, but for you, too. Last night you admitted that you were a workaholic. What better way to de-stress and forget life for a while?”

  “You think if we have sex, it will help us both?”

  He gives a causal shrug. “Two birds, one stone.”

  I try not to let my gaze drop to his very big stone.

  I clear my throat. “And I’ll be able to forget about work for a while?”

  His dimples materialize as he grins with me. “I can guarantee work will be the last thing on your mind once I get you naked.”

  OMFG. I totally want that. I work to keep a measure of calm when I say, “You’re pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?”

  “Yeah,” he says, and reaches across the desk to take my hand in his. He rubs the rough pad of his thumb over my wrist and I damn near melt to the floor. “I am. So what do you say?”

  Don’t say yes. Don’t say yes.

  Going into professional mode again, I say, “You’re straight-up telling me what you need, and I appreciate your candor…”

  “And…”

  “And I guess, considering it’s my job to help employees, if I failed to provide you with what you needed to balance your life, I’d be doing you a great disservice, a great disservice to the people in my profession who work tirelessly to help others.”

  Now that’s some top-notch justifying right there.

  Before I can even answer that question, Nate circles the desk like a predator stalking its prey, and I swear to God, I’m about to orgasm from the mere sight of him. He steps behind me, gathers my hair in his hands and gives an easy tug. My chin lifts, and he brushes his hand along my exposed neck. His fingers feel like fire on my skin, abrading my flesh with each light stroke.

  A soft moan catches in my throat. Jesus, I love the way he touches me. He bends, puts his mouth to my ear.

  “On your feet,” he whispers, his warm breath caressing the outer shell of my ear. I stand, and he shoves my chair out of the way. I give a little gulp when intense eyes full of need—for me—run the length of my body.

  “You are so fucking beautiful,” he says. The heat in his eyes lick over me, and settles deep between my legs. I open my mouth, but have no idea what it is I want to say. “These lips,” he says, cutting off the words trying to form in my brain as he brushes his thumb over my bottom lip. “So pretty. I’ve been thinking about them wrapped around my cock.”

  I whimper, and he dips his head, leans forward and brushes his tongue over my lip like he’s tasting me, savoring the flavor. I sag against him, wanting him to strip me naked and own me completely.

  “You want that, Rae? You want my cock in here?”

  Oh, God.

  “Yes,” I say, and then in a move so fast it takes me by surprise, he grips my shoulders, turns me, and bends me over my desk. Oh hell yes! His hands close over my ass, and he gives a gentle squeeze. My breath is ragged now, shallow little pants as he leans over me, running his hands along my curves, his breath hot on the back of my neck.

  “I bet you’re not thinking about work now, are you, Rae?”

  “What?” I ask, my thoughts racing a million miles an hour as I wait to feel his hands on my body—again.

  He chuckles, puts his knee between my legs and spreads them. I quiver as he dips a hand under my skirt, and runs it up my inner thigh. “Are you thinking about how good it will feel to have my cock in here?”

  “Yes,” I say quickly, outing myself for the needy girl that I am.

  I move a bit, trying to force his hand higher, to the greedy spot that’s craving his touch. He grips the lace on my panties, pulls the fabric aside, and runs his finger along my slit. Forth of July fireworks go off in my head, and I’m so close to exploding right along with them—from a simple touch. Jesus, this guy is too much…too everything.

  “Nate,” I cry out, desperate for him to fuck me.

  “Yeah, Rae?” he asks as he pushes my skirt up over my hips. He drops to his knees behind me, grips my panties and slowly drags them to my ankles. He lifts my legs, one at a time, and I glance over my shoulder in time to see him stuff my panties into his pocket. I think back to the T-shirt I wore when I snuck from his hotel room. I guess Nate likes to keep souvenirs, too.

  He stands up and I press my cheek to the desk when he gives a low, slow whistle. You’d think I’d feel embarrassed, bent over my desk with my body exposed like this, but everything in the way he touches me and talks to me, bolsters my confidence and makes me feel like the sexiest woman alive.

  I give a little wiggle; shake my bare ass at him, anything to get him to touch me again.

  His exhale is harsh, tortured. “You probably shouldn’t do that,” he says, his voice deeper than it was moments before.

  “You mean this?” I ask, and squirm some more, wanting to make him as crazed as he makes me.

  “Yeah, that,” he growls, and a fine shiver moves through me as the hiss of his zipper reaches my ears. Yes!

  “Why not?” I ask, playing innocent, and listen to the sound his hand makes as he strokes himself. Damn that’s hot.

  “What date are we on?” he asks, instead of answering me. His questi
on takes me by surprise, and I hesitate for a moment. “Rae, what date are we on?” he presses.

  Say three.

  “I guess technically two,” I answer, even though it’s really our third, and I kind of want all that comes with that.

  “And that’s why you can’t shake your backside at me. You see, you’ve got the sweetest ass, and I really want to fuck it, claim you everywhere, but it’s too soon for that,” he explains, not a trace of humor in his tone. “There are rules, you know.”

  “Rules are meant to be broken,” I say. What the hell! Why the hell am I poking the bear? Do I want him to do that to me, claim me everywhere?

  Oh, Jesus, I do. I really do.

  “I can’t agree more, but I plan to take my sweet time with you, take you where you need to go my way.”

  I quake at his words, and he puts a hand between my legs to stroke my sex. I whimper when he thrusts a finger inside me and my pussy clenches around him, my body so damn close to orgasming from his dirty mouth alone.

  He strokes me deep, and reaches around me with his other hand to play with my clit, like he knows everything about me, everything I need. I move my hips, rock against him, and he inserts another finger for a snug fit. God, yes. Heat zings through me, races through my blood and pools between my legs. Nate shifts his stance, and his hard cock presses against my side. My mouth waters, eager for a taste, and even though he said he’d been thinking about my lips wrapped around his cock, he seems to have other ideas at the moment.

  His seduction is slow, his strokes unhurried, but when I wiggle, he increases the pressure on my clit and crooks his finger inside me, hitting the hot bundle of nerves that has my brain shutting down. “That’s it,” is all I manage to get out; well, that and a loud moan that half the office probably heard.

  “Are you thinking about coming all over my fingers, Rae?” he asks, and I mumble some incoherent reply. He chuckles in response, but from the way he’s moving his hips, rubbing his cock against me, it’s easy to tell he’s as unhinged as I am.

  I stretch my arms out, grip the edges of my desk, and struggle to hang on, but my efforts prove futile. His deft fingers take me to the precipice where I’m about soar, but he won’t take me over. As much as I want that, I don’t want to come just yet. I don’t want this to be over. Ever.

  He presses a hot kiss to my neck, and whispers, “You are so tight around my fingers, my cock is aching to get inside you.”

  “Please do that.”

  “I will. When you’re ready.”

  “I am ready,” I blurt out, hating and loving him for the way he’s teasing a climax out of me.

  “Shush, now. You don’t want the whole office to know what I’m doing to you in here, do you?” He pulls his fingers out and dips them back into me, toying with my clit in the most ridiculous ways.

  “I don’t care.” I push against his hand, then jerk forward to rub my clit.

  “I do, Rae. I don’t want anyone but me looking at or touching your beautiful body.”

  I hear possession in his voice, feel it in his touch, and I want to examine it further but can’t right now, not when he’s moaning into my ear, and pumping faster, deeper, knowing just what I need to peak.

  “I want you to come all over my fingers Rae, so I can lick them clean and taste you for the rest of the night.”

  Holy shit.

  His dirty words push me to the edge, but it’s the sweetness in his touch, the way he’s taking such great care of my body that sends me over. My muscles clench, suck his fingers in deeper, and his growl curls around me and turns me on even more. It’s clear he likes touching me as much as I like it. That thought brings on a second orgasm that blows my freaking mind.

  “Oh, yeah, that’s it, keep riding out the waves, baby.”

  I work to breathe as I claw at my desk, incredulous that I had one orgasm, let alone two. I’ve never been so responsive with a guy before. Then again, none of those guys were Nate.

  He pulls his fingers out, and moans as he takes them to his mouth. I angle my head to see him savor my juices on his finger, and my pussy clenches again. Frig, I am so swollen, I have no idea how he’ll fit into me now.

  “You want my cock in here now?” He pushes a finger between my legs, and slides it inside me again.

  “Yes,” I say. “Please, Nate. I need to feel you inside me.”

  “You’re going to come for me again.”

  It’s a statement, not a question, and while I do love his confidence, I know my body, so I answer with, “I can’t.” God, I’m completely strung out from two orgasms, no way can I have a third.

  “Yes you can.”

  Foil crinkles as he rips into a condom and sheathes himself. A second later, he’s between my spread legs. His hands grip my hips for leverage, as he positions his crown at my opening.

  “You’re going to come all over my cock,” he says and powers into me. “You’ll see.”

  “Oh, my God,” I cry out as he fills me, stretches me wide. My body opens for him, like we were meant to be together. A perfect fit.

  One hand slides up my spine, pushes my hair away and holds the back of my neck. His thumb brushes my skin, and a tingle races down my body to settle deep into my sex.

  An animalistic grunting noise catches in his throat. “You feel so fucking good.”

  “So good,” I murmur at his hard thrust. “Yes, fuck me. Hard.”

  Soon enough, I lose myself in the steady, punishing thrusts that take me higher and higher. My visions fades, my world nothing but this man and the way he’s owning me completely. I close my eyes, envision his cock sinking in and out of me, and wish I could watch. What is this man turning me into? I don’t know, but I love it.

  He curses from behind, his breath hot on my body. A restless ache moves through me, awakening my sex again. I creep toward the edge as he adjusts his stance for a deeper penetration, reaching untapped places inside me. Pleasure and pain mingle, grip me hard, and I shake all over. Oh, God, what is happening to my body?

  “I can’t,” I cry out, the pleasure too much, too intense.

  “I want your cum all over my cock,” he grunts out.

  “Nate…I…” I cry out, needing him to stop as much as I need him to continue. “Please,” I beg, even though I have no idea what it is I’m begging for. Nate seems to know though. Oh, yeah, he seems to know my body better than I do.

  He rams home, deep, slick strokes as he reaches around my body to stroke my clit. I breathe in the scent of him as my body sucks his cock in deep, too deep. It’s all too much. I claw at the desk, and try to stifle my cry. He holds me tight and fucks me, harder, faster than I’ve ever been fucked before. Time slows as a heavy need builds. I grow dizzy, a moan I have no control over erupting from my throat. A hot jolt centers on my sex, as I rocket into another hard orgasm.

  “Fuck, yeah,” he murmurs, his big hard cock growing fatter inside me as he slows for a moment, to nurture my release. My thighs tremble, and he picks up the pace again, chasing his own orgasm. I move with him, his hands tightening on my hips, squeezing hard enough to leave a bruise, but I want that, I want the memory of us come next week, when this will likely all be over.

  He stills high inside me, and his cock swells, expands as he releases. My body wraps tighter around his length, holding him tight. “Rae,” he whispers.

  “Nate,” I say in response.

  He falls over me, and takes deep, serrated breaths, and my heart pounds against the table beneath me—partly because of the sex, and partly because I’m feeling more for this man than I should. This is just supposed to be an affair. Uncomplicated sex. Why then does it feel like so much more?

  He touches my hair, gently brushing it from my shoulders, then he presses the softest kiss to my shoulder, a kiss so delicate and loving, a lump forms in my throat. I try to swallow past it, try to get myself under control.

  “Doing okay, Rae?” he asks. While it’s sweet that he’s checking in with me, and I like it a lot, I pray he can�
��t see the storm going on inside of me.

  “Great,” I say and try to inject a lightness into my voice that I don’t feel. “You?”

  “Better than great.” He peppers soft kisses over my neck, and I visibly quiver beneath him. He growls as I squeeze around his cock.

  We stay together for a long time, his weight pressing down on me. I’m not all that comfortable, but I have no desire to move. He doesn’t seem to either. A noise somewhere down the hall reaches our ears, and he curses.

  “Dammit, I guess we’d better move.”

  “Yeah,” I say, and he inches out of me. I whimper at the loss, and remain on the desk, my cheek against the cold wood. Nate discards the condom, grabs a few tissues from my desk and wipes me clean. My heart misses a beat as he cares for me.

  Unmoving and boneless after that incredible round of sex, Nate carefully lifts me and turns me to face him. His smile is slow, soft as he cups my face and brushes his finger over my cheek. His gaze moves over my face, like he’s assessing me.

  “What are you thinking about, beautiful?” he asks, and my stomach flutters. What a silly little girl I am to get all flustered and emotional just because he thinks I’m beautiful.

  “Not work,” I say, and he laughs. I laugh with him, and he takes the hem of my skirt in his big hands and gently pulls it down until it’s covering my body. Once he rights my clothes, he pulls his pants back up and zips himself in.

  “About that art show tonight, you still want to go?” he asks, no awkwardness between us after what we’d just done.

  I lean against the desk. “If I can get my legs to work, I’d love to,” I say.

  He pulls me to him, wrapping his arms around my body to support me. He kisses the top of my head, like we have office sex and go out afterward on a regular basis. I press my face to his chest, listen to his strong heartbeat, and think about how much I like the idea of us doing this on a regular basis.

  “Then it’s a date,” he whispers, his voice holding all kinds of sinful promises.

  6

  Nate

  I pretty much just had the best week of my life. In the office every day, I lost myself in my work, and outside the office nearly every night, I lost myself in Rae. During that time, I also lost track of how many dates we actually had. But none of that is important anymore, not when sweet Rae has openly given herself to me, over and over again, letting me fuck her, own her. During the course of the week, she let down her guard and no signs of her sister appeared in her personality. I really like that Rae. A lot.