I close my eyes, then open them and exhale a shuddering breath. I’m falling faster than a ton of bricks, and into the best man’s arms that could ever catch me.

What a way to fall, Bryn!

We take a walk after the show. The night is hot and dry, the city vibrant and alive.

I’m in a city with so many attractions, so much movement, so many things to do, and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else right now but…here.

I’m buzzing.

Every inch of me is buzzing.

Bryn

Beepbeepbeepbeep.

The noise filters into my dreams. I’m instantly awake, fighting to become aware of my surroundings.

I reach out in the dark to turn off the alarm, peering at the green led lights to confirm it’s 1 a.m. But rather than hit the top of the alarm, my hand hits muscled chest.

A warm male body lies next to me, and a trickle of warmth fills me as I palpate the chest beneath my hand. Oh my. It’s real?

Christos slams his hand down on the alarm and shifts his big body—tangled between mine—in bed as he cups me by the back of the head and coaxes me closer to his chest.

“You’re okay.”

His lips search mine in the dark, and he kisses me.

I search his features in the dark. “I didn’t dream you?”

“Nope.” I make out his smile in the shadows. “But maybe I dreamed you.”

“Haha.”

I slide my hand up his powerful arm, clutching him closer.

“You’re gorgeous,” he says, running his lips along my temple as he rolls on top of me. “I’m going to give you a fuck every time these alarms ring.”

“Oh God,” I gasp.

“What?” he asks.

“I said…please.”

He smiles as he presses his mouth to mine, crushing my mouth and pinning me down with his delicious weight as he enters me.

I hum deep in my throat.

God, it feels amazing.

“I love how you do whatever you want with my body,” I pant.

“I love the way you hum when we make love, bit.”

I hum again as he moves. “Do I…?” I ask distractedly. Too delirious by his way of fucking to think straight. “No,” I strain out. “It just…you just feel too good. Hmmm.” I hum deeper, this time more a moan.

His hips rotate, and then he pistons them forward, his arms rippling as he holds himself above me. “Hum, baby,” he commands. Driving deeper. “Like that.”

Bryn

I have a corner office, on the opposite corner of Christos’s floor, until the store and offices are ready. The warehouse we decided upon is across the street, and I can watch from my desk as the workers get it ready for us to move in.

I’m reviewing some of the designs with Sara—who’s already started to help me as my PA between dog-walking rounds—when I have a call.

“Mr. Christos,” Sara says, wiggling her eyebrows.

I bite down on my lip and shoo her away, answering with a cheery, “Good morning, Mr. Christos.”

“We have a problem.”

I’m surprised by his tone of voice. He sounds bleak and dreary.

“What is it?” I ask, instant concern lacing my question.

“I can’t get over the way you hum when you’re in bed beneath me.”

Pudding becomes my brain, my heart, my bones…

“Oh, that is a problem,” I say cheekily, propping myself up on my desk and staring down at my legs as if he could see me. “Would you like me to stop by your office later today and try to brainstorm a solution?”

“No. No solutions. I want you in my office stat—I need you to do it again…and again…” he purrs silkily, “and again…”

Goodness. This man! I swear my cheeks could not possibly get any redder. “I’ll be right there,” I say in my most professional tone, and I press my thighs together as I hang up and organize my desk. Then I leap to my feet, head to my bathroom, fix my hair, and head over to his office.

“I’m glad to see you weren’t detained today,” he says.

I realize he’s referring to our first meeting, to which I’d arrived late. “Oh yes. No need to go to the corporate bathroom anymore when I have my own.”

“That’s right.”

“No need to endure gray shoes and pretty shoes and tattoo fucking for fifteen minutes when I’ve got my own man to do.”

He throws his head back and explodes in laughter.

I smile, biting my lip, waiting for him to recover. He’s still smiling as his eyes fasten to mine, and his smile gradually fades. “Come here.” He calls me forward.

I probably shouldn’t continue to mix business with pleasure, in the office, but backing out now seems near impossible. I’m already breathing differently. My whole body feels primed for him—for now. I couldn’t back out now, not even if I wanted to—a part of me needs this too much. I want it too much.

“We’re in the office.”

“And.”

“And we’re making a habit of this. A bad habit.”

“Come here, bit. I’ll make you feel good.” There’s certainty in his words, and I glance past my shoulder and notice he’s removed his suit jacket. He approaches, pulling me back—flush against his body. His mouth presses to my forehead, and just that tiny contact makes me groan.

His eyes fully heavy and dilated as he slips his hand between my legs. He pets me there, rubbing my clit with his thumb.

The touch feels completely wicked—too good. He tugs the zipper of my jeans down and gives them a little yank, and before I know it, he’s pulling them off my legs.




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