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by Wolf, Alex


  “Less talking, please.”

  “Keep mouthing off and I won’t let you come at all.”

  “I can get myself off.”

  Deacon shakes his head and slides a hand up until it’s wrapped around my throat.

  My eyes widen.

  Deacon smirks. “Not like I can.”

  I can’t argue with him, because he’s telling the truth.

  Right when I start to mouth something back at him, he shoves in deep and hits my spot just right. I have no earthly clue how this man knows how to push my buttons the way he does.

  My walls squeeze around him, craving more. I squirm on the counter, a slave to his touch.

  Grabbing a fistful of my hair with his free hand, he growls his words. “Not running that mouth, now. Are you?”

  “You like my mouth when your dick’s in it.”

  His eyes roll back for a second, then land on mine. “Fuck, woman.”

  “That’s what you need to do, because we’re almost out of time.”

  The cocky bastard slips out of me, yanks my panties down, drops to his knees, and pushes my legs farther apart. I know he does it just because I told him to fuck me harder in a roundabout way.

  Deacon moves in, flicking his wicked tongue across my clit. “I’ll fuck you when I’m damn good and ready.”

  I rake my nails through his hair. His confidence is off the charts hot, but he needs to take care of business. People will come looking for us soon.

  Finally, after teasing me for what seems like an eternity, Deacon lines up with my entrance.

  My fingernails bite into his sculpted ass as he slides the head over my clit.

  “This what you want?” He grins down at me and eases in.

  My head rolls back. When I’m with Deacon all my worries seem to fade away. Maybe it’s why I continue to do this—have sex with him in random places around the office. He gives me an escape I can’t get anywhere else. Believe me, I’ve tried.

  I’ve never been this girl. The girl who wears tight skirts because she knows it turns a man on, but I morph into a different person around him.

  His thighs smack into my ass. “If you’re staring off in space, I’m not fucking you right.”

  “No, you’re perfect. Don’t stop.” I gasp when he draws out and slams back in harder.

  Gripping my hips, Deacon increases the tempo until my mind is nothing but a blur. Thrusting in and out harder and faster, the man has his own agenda now, and I happily race him to the finish line. My head bounces off the cabinet behind me, but I don’t care. I ride the wave of pleasure coursing through my body.

  His stormy eyes sear into me. His stare feels way too intimate for our relationship. Well, our hooking up. I wouldn’t call what we have a relationship. I like his dick and he’s willing to use it on my terms. No strings attached. We both get what we want—the satisfaction of getting off.

  I clench around him and a spasm hits me. Deacon’s lips find mine and he grunts against them as he comes. We both jolt a few more times—he groans, I moan his name.

  Eventually, we’re both reduced to nothing but rough pants and smiles.

  “Fuck, that was fantastic.”

  I put a hand on each of his shoulders and push him off me. “Fun’s over.”

  Stepping back, he removes the condom, shoves it in his pocket, and pulls his pants up.

  “Gross, Deacon, you’re going to ruin your suit.” My nose wrinkles.

  “Should I carry it out of here in my fingertips?” He shakes his head at me, laughing.

  Fair point.

  I hop off the counter and pull my skirt down then hold my hand out. “Panties?”

  He waggles his eyebrows. “Finders keepers.”

  I roll my eyes and smooth my hands over my hair. I don’t know what his obsession is with my underwear.

  “Let’s grab dinner tonight.”

  I freeze. What did he just say? “Like a date?” I snicker. “You must be joking.”

  “Why’s that funny?” His brows draw inward as if my words have wounded him.

  What the hell?

  “Come on, Deacon. We know what this is.”

  “What’s wrong with going on a date with me?”

  I exhale a sigh. “Where should I start? You’re a player. We both agreed this was casual. Please don’t get weird about this. It’s fine the way it is.”

  “Can’t two friends share a meal?”

  “We’re not friends.”

  Take the hint, sir!

  He shrugs. “Colleagues share meals.”

  “Enough, Deacon.” I need this conversation to end. “It’s against company policy. You have a meeting to get to.”

  Deacon takes one of my hands in his and he looks more determined than I’ve ever seen him. “I’m not giving up on this. It will happen.”

  I shake my head. He’ll grow tired of me soon enough and move on to the next girl. It’s what he does.

  He stuffs his shirt back into his pants and adjusts his Hugo Boss jacket.

  Reaching out, his fingers stroke my cheek. “You’re flushed.”

  I suck in a deep breath and fight the urge to lean into his hand. There’s just something that feels natural about it, but I know better. The man is anything but an adult. There’s no way he could handle an actual relationship. He takes nothing seriously. I’m not foolish enough to believe I could be the exception.

  With a parting smile he slips through the door quietly, taking what seems like all the air with him.

  I inhale a few deep breaths to calm myself. There’s too much at stake for me to catch feelings for Deacon Collins. I grab a few pens, Wite-Out, and a pad of legal paper so it looks like I have a legitimate reason for being in here.

  My eyes flick back and forth as I walk out. Nobody is around, thank God. The last thing I need is to become the hot gossip item at the office.

  I place stuff from the closet in the bottom drawer of my desk. Deacon exits the bathroom and struts past me wearing a smile so big it might get stuck to his smug face.

  “Back to work, slacker.”

  I scowl at him. Jerk.

  When he reaches his office, I promise myself I won’t give him the satisfaction of catching me staring his direction.

  The heat of his gaze burns into my head, though. I lift my eyes, ever so subtly in his direction, and the bastard winks right at me.

  Damn it!

  I really need to end this.

  Possessive Playboy coming November 1st!

  Acknowledgments

  First, we’d like to thank our families, Mrs. H and the Boy, and Chelle Bliss. Without their patience and understanding, this book would never have happened.

  Lauren L-something Whateverson, thank you so much for all your hard work and for putting up with the two of us. You’re a saint.

  Jean Siska, we can’t thank you enough for your legal expertise. You make sure we don’t sound like fools who know nothing about attorneys, and we’re grateful for that. You’re a rockstar!

  Trina and Stacey at Underline This Editing. Thanks for making sure our manuscripts are typo free and ready for readers. You’re the best!

  Our groups, the Harem and the Den, thank all of you amazing ladies (and a few men) who read, share, post awesome gifs, and generally keep us psyched 24/7 about what we’re working on. Your support means the world to us and we couldn’t do this without you.

  To anyone we missed, sorry! It wasn’t intentional, but we do thank you!

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