I feel every one of her muscles as they ripple around me, and it’s all I can do not to blow.

We’re in my office for Pete’s sake . . . this isn’t good, but there’s no way in hell I can stop. My addiction to Kathryn Landon isn’t slowing down. Like a forest fire in a wind storm, I’m completely out of control.

She fucks me.

Hard, unbridled, and wet.

Like animals, we feed from each other’s bodies . . . and I love every fucking second of it.

KATE

I walk down the street on the way to meet Elanor for lunch. She’s in London for a rare week, and I’m trying to patch things up between us. I don’t know what’s going on with her lately, but I do know she needs my compassion, not my anger.

My phone rings and I dig it out of my bag; the name Elliot lights up the screen.

“Hi.”

“How’s my girl?”

I smile at the sound of his deep, sexy voice. “Good.”

“I have to go to New York next week.”

I frown. “Oh . . . Okay.”

“I want you to come with me.”

I stop on the spot. “Why?”

“Because I can’t go seven days without seeing you.”

I smile goofily down the phone, and I know it’s true. We’ve spent almost every night together for weeks. We’re so besotted that it’s just assumed we will spend each night together, it’s not even a question. I can’t go seven days without seeing him either.

“I can show you my New York home and take you to my gallery. And besides, I want to have you to myself for a week,” he says as he tries to talk me into it.

Excitement fills me, I don’t need convincing. It sounds like heaven.

“I’ll have to work through the days of course, but I can arrange a meeting so that you have an excuse to be there—”

“No,” I cut him off. “I’ll take leave, I have lots owing. I don’t want anyone from work knowing about us.”

“Okay.”

“I mean—” That came out wrong. “You know what I mean.”

“I do. Where are you?” he asks.

“On my way to meet my sister for lunch.”

“I keep forgetting that you have a sister, what’s her name again?”

“Elanor.” I pause for a moment. “Actually, do you know her? Elanor Landon.”

“I don’t think so, how would I know her?”

“She goes out with the kind of men you mix with, perhaps you’ve seen her around?”

“Hmm, the name isn’t familiar, who knows? Maybe I’ve seen her before, I’ll know when I meet her, I guess.”

I smile as hope blooms in my chest. He’s planning on meeting my family . . . Oh, this is going too good to be true, and not at all as I expected.

“So, you’ll come to New York?” he asks.

“If I can get time off work.”

“I’m pretty sure that your boss would insist on it.” I can tell that he’s smiling.

“Well, my boss is a sex maniac.” I smirk.

“Happily so,” he says in his deep, swoony voice.

Well, that makes two of us.

“Goodbye, Kathryn.”

I smile; not that long ago I hated it when he called me Kathryn, but now it’s a term of endearment.

“Bye, El.” I hang up and practically float to the restaurant. I’m going out with God’s gift to women and he’s taking me to New York and he thinks I’m fucking fantastic.

Life is good.

I walk into the restaurant and look around. Elanor is sitting at the back and she smiles and waves as she sees me. I smile and wave and make my way to her.

“Hi.” She stands and kisses me on the cheek, holds me by the arms and looks me up and down. “You look fantastic.”

“Thanks.” I smile proudly—that would be all the orgasms. “So do you.”

I’m not lying, she really does. She’s wearing a fitted, cream woolen dress and knee-high boots. Elanor is a lot of things, but her beauty is unmatched.

“Sit down, sit down,” she says as she ushers me into my seat. “I ordered some wine.”

“I’m at work today.”

“One glass won’t hurt, darling.” She rolls her eyes as if I’m an idiot.

I fake a smile, ugh . . . here we go, Elanor and her condescending eye rolls.

She pours us both a glass of wine. “So . . .” She looks me up and down. “Why do you look so amazing, are you seeing someone?”

I beam with happiness. “I am, actually.”

“Hmm.” She sips her wine. “Well, happiness suits you. Anyone I know?”

I open my mouth to tell her who it is and then I shut it again. What if she blurts it out to the world? I’m sure she would know the same people that Elliot knows. But he did say he was my boyfriend?

Hmm, but he hasn’t announced anything yet. I’ll guess I’ll wait to tell her until I’ve spoken to him first. “Nobody you would know, just a guy from work,” I reply. Technically that is true. “What about you, are you seeing anyone?”

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