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I wasn’t going to lie and say it felt wrong because it didn’t. However, the niggling in my mind started almost immediately.
He was my boss.
My brother’s best friend.
He was off-limits.
Hawk Carnage made a healthy living from making women feel sexy. He boosted their confidence with just one look. And last night, I’d felt like a fucking queen in his presence.
Quickly sitting up, I felt Hawk’s eyes on me following my every move.
“Stay, Britta,” he rumbled. It was more of a command the way he said it. I wanted to stay. But I didn’t know what it was that now existed between us.
“I have to go home,” I said, feeling the need to come up with any excuse. He looked so darn handsome, arm hooked behind his head, the white sheet up as far as his waist, revealing his chiseled muscles.
“Why the rush?”
His narrowed eyes made me nervous, and I faltered. “Home, because... I have to feed...” Shit. I looked around the room searching for some inspiration but got none, “... my goldfish.”
What the hell!?
Worst. Liar. In. Town. That was me.
Hawk raised his eyebrows at me.
“Goldfish? That’s your best excuse?”
“Umm... yes.”
He leaned forward, propped up on one elbow. “What’s its name?”
I was committed now. My head thinks Cooper as my mouth commits to Charlie. The end result is Charper.
Hawk bites his bottom lip to stop the smile.
“Charper?”
I swallowed hard realizing I sounded like a complete fuckwit.
“Y... Yes,” I stammer. “I wanted something, you know... unique.”
He nodded. “Charper is certainly unique.”
Clearing my throat, I stood looking around for my dress. It was still in his office. Shit. While I was busy working out my life, Hawk’s eyes were freely roaming my naked body, his hard cock tenting the bed sheet. I felt a pang between my sore legs.
I could just crawl back into bed and visit his cock one more time. No, I needed to go while I was already determined.
Grabbing the top blanket which had pooled on the ground at the end of the bed, I wrapped it around my naked body and headed to the door.
“Sweet Jesus!” I muttered, forcing my aching legs to move.
“Are you wanting to escape?” He laughed. My eyes flicked back to him.
“I told you,” I said with a hint of a smile because I sucked so badly at lying. “I have a goldfish depending on me.”
Walking down the hall to the office, I heard Hawk chuckle. Sliding back into my red dress, I searched for my cell in the kitchen, and with only five percent battery left, I ordered an Uber. Gathering everything, I waited for the lift and turned in time to see Hawk standing in the kitchen leaning against the counter, a towel wrapped around his waist.
“See you Monday,” I said quietly, a strange feeling of loneliness filling the apartment as the elevator doors closed. Inside the lift, I caught my reflection in the mirrored glass.
“Oh my God,” I murmured, observing in horror the state of my bed hair.
I looked royally fucked and felt it too.SLATE WAS SITTING ON my couch when I arrived home.
He glanced at me and then back to the TV, paying notice to my state of dress. Placing my keys on the counter, I headed straight for the shower to clean myself and put on some fresh clothes. Although we’d both had a shower together last night, we continued to fuck for another three hours after and I was confident I smelled of sex.
Today I planned to hate myself for what I allowed myself to do.
I fucked my boss.
And I liked it, a lot.
My deceitful body was already craving more.
This was a part of the reason why I left his apartment in such a hurry. His sexual stamina was off the charts. I’d never been with someone who could actually make me multiple orgasm. Roman never took the time to garner one orgasm from me let alone multiple. It was a task I took on for myself. But having a man demand them from you time and time again until you were covered in sweat and shaking like a leaf was both exhilarating and terrifying. Last night I behaved with Hawk in a way I didn’t think was possible for me. My body simply... responded.
Slipping into a summer dress, I walked back out to the living room and joined Slate on the sofa. He’d taken it upon himself to order pizza, and when my stomach grumbled, I realized just how ravenous I was. I’d certainly worked up an appetite last night.
Stealing a slice of cheesy goodness, I stared numbly at the TV screen while I ate.
“Where you been?” Slate finally asked with a mouthful of food.
I stared at him. He hadn’t noticed I was still in my red dress when I returned home.
“I went to Roman’s wedding.”
He paused the movie and turned to me.
