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His answer is simple. “No.”
“Who is this beauty with you tonight?” Although I don’t have to wonder what he’ll say. He made his point clear before we arrived. Still, I don’t have to wait long for his response.
“My assistant.” I nod, validating his response, and take the steps with him, avoiding his touch as he lightly presses his hand to the small of my back.
We enter the event, and he’s greeted by many people who are insanely eager for his attention. I’m quickly left to my own devices, and I shuffle away from the crowds. I notice how fast they all clamor to him, wanting his undivided attention. There is one actress who can’t take her eyes off him, and I want to hit her in the mouth, but again, it’s not my business.
I’m his assistant only.
Holding on to my pride and dignity, I take a seat at our table when another gentleman comes up to me and sits down. “Hello, beautiful. Dylan selfishly didn’t give me your name. All he said was you were his assistant.” Of course he did. I find his actions rude, because at least he can introduce me. I have a name.
“My name is Harley Dean,” I say with a professional smile. He takes my hand and brings it to his mouth. He’s about to kiss it when Dylan snatches it out of his grasp.
“Harley, a word.” He lifts me out of my chair before I can even reply.
“Yes, Mr. Hunter.” A deep growl rips from his chest.
We make it to a room off the party room. It looks like a private changing room. “What have I told you about calling me Dylan?”
“You also told me to act professional.”
“I meant with them, and I also said not to flirt with them.”
“He was flirting with me. I just gave him my name. You want to act like I’m a servant in the back, then you shouldn’t have brought me with you. Damn it.”
“You’re not a fucking servant. You’re fucking too hot, too sexy, too good for a man like me,” he growls before his mouth lands on mine, kissing me hard and furiously. His hands are quick and rough as they fist my hair, tugging my head back as his lips drag down my throat to the necklace where he places a kiss. He slides lower, pushing the top of my gown off until my breasts are exposed. “God, I’ve wanted these since you popped out of your room with no bra.”
His mouth latches on to one nipple with a mix of biting and sucking, and I can’t control the moaning, breathy sigh coming from my throat. “Oh, Dylan.”
He pops off and stares at me in the face. “Good girl, but I’m not fucking you right here. We have a room for the night, and I’m taking you upstairs.”
“Please,” I whimper. He adjusts my dress and opens the door where one of his guards is standing outside.
We make it to a bank of elevators where another one of his guards is waiting right on cue to take us up. “What the hell?”
“They were waiting for me to lose control all night.”
“Oh.” He carries me into the room and sets me on my feet. His strong hands grasp the back of my dress and with a simple tug, he tears the fabric, sending it to the floor.
“You tore my dress. What am I going to wear out of here?”
“We’ll figure that out later. Right now, I want you and I can’t wait.” Dylan cups my face, framing it as he kisses me deeply. A guttural sound comes from his throat, and he lifts me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. The tension radiating off him only amplifies my need for him, but there is a secret I’m keeping.
Knowing how many times he’s walked away from me, I don’t want to make him run again. I should tell him that I’ve never done this before, but the risk is too great. My desire for him matches it, so I leave it be. One night is all I need with Dylan. That’s what I tell myself as he carries me to bed. My bare back hits the soft, silky sheets and then I feel his body cover mine.
“Dylan,” I utter his name like a whisper. His gorgeous eyes darken as if hearing his name off my lips turns him on.
He stands up and strips himself bare, revealing muscles, pure masculine energy, and a huge cock that bobs dead center. I can’t take my eyes off the way it stands so proudly.
“Harley, are you ready?” I nod, and he enters me without hesitation. The single thrust penetrates the last of my innocence, which I happily give to this man who has stolen my heart and soul. I don’t know how this grumpy, miserable man has, but he did. I bite back the pain, eat it, and swallow it down before opening my eyes to see him staring down at me with a dark smile on his face.
“Just for me.”
“Yes, just for you.”
“You feel too damn good, Harley. I’m going to come so fast in your tight little pussy.” His voice deepens more than I’ve ever heard before. Sweat beads his forehead, and I’m stunned by the way our bodies are so heated.
“Take me, Dylan.” He pushes in and out, flattening his palms on the mattress, bracketing my head.
