The Big Boss

I gasp. “Can you do that?”

“I can,” he says. “Human endangerment and going behind both my back and the board’s? I can’t imagine that that vote wouldn’t be unanimous.”

I lean my head forward on his chest. “Thank you for coming for me.”

Keenan lifts my eyes back to his with his palm, letting it rest against my cheek. “I will always come for you, Justine. Always.”

He kisses me, a soft press of lips that turns fierce. Far too fierce for the middle of a park. When he pulls away, I’m breathless and wanting. I don’t think I’ll ever truly have enough of him.

“I’ve got a secret,” I tell him.

He grins. “You’ve already got all of mine. I’d love to hear one of yours.”

My heart pounds in my chest. “I love you.”

That grin goes wider, and he pulls me against him in a fierce hug. “That’s the best secret you could have told me. I love you too.”

Epilogue

Justine

Six Months Later

The new headquarters for Delovery are amazing, and I don’t think I’ll ever get over how beautiful they are. Or the fact that they only exist because of Keenan. Silverman & Blake—now just Silverman Industries—has completely pivoted from commercial work for profit and is now geared toward renovating properties for vulnerable communities. The first thing he wanted to do when he saw the offices was to renovate them. In fact, the look of horror on his face when he walked in was utterly priceless.

But now the food pantry is wide and open, and it always feels happy.

Right now we’re here gathering our groceries to take to Rose together. I’ve roped him into coming to meet my clients when he has the time, and Rose now likes my boyfriend more than she likes me. When she saw him for the first time, she looked him up and down, nodded, and said, “If I had been you, I would have fucked him too. Come on in.”

I just about died from embarrassment, but Keenan couldn’t stop laughing.

Morgan waves to us on the way out to her last client, and I wave back before the door shuts and we’re alone. “I thought that she would never leave,” I say.

For a second Keenan looks shocked. “You love Morgan. Did something happen?”

“Morgan is fine, but I needed to be alone with you.” I grab his hand and pull him into the enclosed pantry. The dimness is perfect for what I have planned. “We’ve barely had any time this week, and I need you.”

I pull him against me, already unbuckling his belt.

“You can’t wait until we get home?” he asks with a laugh.

“You really want me to go to meet Rose so horny that I can barely look at you without wanting to lick your cock?”

Keenan grins. Excellent point. His mouth falls on mine, and I let out a moan. We’ve both been so busy this week that at the end of each day we’ve collapsed into bed together exhausted. But I need him like I need to breathe, and this has been our first opportunity in days.

“One second,” Keenan says, pulling back.

“Keenan,” I whine, “I need you to fuck me.”

I love watching his eyes darken when I say things like that. “Believe me,” he says, “I want to fuck you. But I have something for you first.”

For a moment I’m about to say something snarky about what could possibly be more important than getting him inside me, but all of those words are taken away when he sinks down onto one knee. “Justine,” he says.

“Holy shit.”

“I thought about doing this my way. The grand way with all the trappings, but I wasn’t sure that you’d want that. So I decided that I’d look for the perfect moment. And this is it.”

I laugh, tears suddenly flooding my eyes. “Is it?”

“We’re together because of our chemistry. Because despite our differences and our assumptions about each other, we were drawn together, and we’re better for it. Together. So here, now, doing what we love, this place feels perfect. I want to fuck you, Justine. But I want to fuck my fiancée even more. Will you marry me?”

“Yes.” The word is choked with unshed tears, and I barely see the ring that he puts on my finger. It’s shiny and beautiful and perfect. He’s perfect too, lifting me up off my feet and pressing me against the wall so I can wrap my legs around his hips.

“You caught me by surprise,” he says. “I don’t have any condoms.”

“Fuck the condoms,” I say. “I just want you.”

My hands are shaking as I get his belt undone and guide him home, savoring the delicious heat of him entering me slowly. We groan together, and there’s nothing I think could be better than feeling him like this for the first time after saying yes.

The friction as he rocks his hips is new, and I’m already so wet that he has me on the edge of pleasure. “You feel so fucking good,” he growls against my lips.