Forbidden Love

As soon as she faced the desk, I plunged into her, and she let out an audible gasp. “Quiet,” I said, my mouth to her ear.

I wrapped my hand around the column of her neck. “Is this what you want?”

She nodded, and I squeezed tighter. I fucked her harder while I maintained the gentle pressure to her neck.

“Make me mad again, and I’ll assault your asshole,” I warned, pulling out and rubbing my tip against her puckered entrance before sinking back into her pussy.

She moaned and writhed around me, finding her release as she clamped down on my cock.

Fuck me, she was up for anything. I was done for. Heat slashed my chest, and with a few more thrusts, I spilled all I had into her, dropping my hand and holding her waist as I hugged her from behind.

We stayed like this for a moment while we caught our breaths, then I slid out of her and headed toward my private bathroom to clean myself up.

When I walked back in, she had smoothed down her dress and was raking her fingers through her hair, combing it to an orderly display.

“That was…” she shook her head. “I want that every day.”

I laughed. “Maybe if you worked for me, I’d make that a reality, dollface.”

She stopped threading her fingers through her hair. “What?”

“Olivia, my interior designer, noticed you in the foyer, and it was all her idea. But it makes sense. Hear me out. You’ve grown up around luxury. You know what looks good and what doesn’t.”

She shrugged. “Sure.”

“I have eight townhouses that need managing for the sale in two weeks, and my second-in- charge, Jessica, has just quit without notice. They have designed everything. It’s just about pulling it all together.”

“But I don’t have any hands-on experience. You know this. I’ve never worked in my twenty-three trips around the sun!”

“So what do you have to lose? Try it. It's only for two weeks, and it’s in Brooklyn.”

“Guess it sounds fun.” Her grin was quickly replaced with fear. “What if I fuck it up for you?”

“You won’t.”

She thrust a hand on her hip. “I'm glad you’re confident! What about us then?”

“What about us?”

“Do you think we can keep this a secret with me around here?”

“I can if you can.”

She twisted her lips into a smile. “It sounds perfect except for one thing.”

“What?”

“My brother, what the hell would he say?”

“I forgot about Connor.” I folded my arms. “Let’s just say we became good friends in the Hamptons.”

She twisted her lips. “That could work, and he knows I’ve always been interested in design.”

“See, I didn’t even know that about you. Maybe after these two weeks, if you like it, you can stay on.”

“Maybe. So does that make you my boss?” Her hazel eyes were wide and round.

“Your boss’ boss.”

“I see.”

“So you in?”

“I’m in,” she said with a wide grin.

I kissed her while pulling her into my chest, my insides vibrating with happiness.

“You won’t get bored seeing me every day?” Her brows pinched together.

Was she serious?

“I told you, it’s only you, Lourde.” I squeezed her around the waist, my lips invading hers with a tender kiss.

I abruptly pulled away, breathless. “Lunch. If we don’t go now, I’ll want to taste you again.”

She giggled as she placed her hand in mine.

“Good, because not only are we celebrating my new job, but I’m going to tell Mom and Dad I’m moving out tonight at dinner.”

“You are?” I exclaimed.

“Into my own apartment.”

Someone just got a pin and burst my balloon. My face crestfallen, my lungs deflated as the news of her moving out hit me between the ribs.

“No one knows about us, Barrett. We can’t move in yet… baby steps, okay?”

“I fucking hate baby steps.”

“I know.” She held her hand to my cheek but didn’t offer anything further.

All I wanted to do was wake up next to her each morning and show the world she was mine. And it was starting to bother me she didn't want to go public with our relationship.

Why didn’t she?