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“Enough of your one-night bullshit,” he hissed, pinning me to the door with his hard body while his hands pressed against it on either side of my head. “It was the first night of many—something which we were both on the same page about when we parted ways this morning, damn it.”
I dropped my head onto his chest. “That was before I walked in here and discovered you were the guy I was interviewing with.”
“That’s an excuse, and I’m not willing to accept it. Nothing’s really changed.”
My head snapped back up, and my spine straightened. If he was trying to go about convincing me to take the job and keep him in my bed, he was doing a shitty job of it. Pissing me off was definitely not the way to go. “It’s not an excuse,” I spat out. “It’s the reality of our situation.”
“Our reality is that you’re going to damn well learn how to mix business and pleasure because you’re going to spend your days working with me and your nights in my bed.”
“You can’t force me to take the job!”
/> His eyes narrowed, and his jaw hardened with determination. “Fight me for it.”
“What?” I sputtered, my hands pushing at his chest while I tried to figure out what the hell he was getting at.
“You heard me. You win, you don’t have to take the job. But if I win, you’re going to work here, and I don’t want to hear any more bullshit about us being a one-night stand.”
His voice rang with confidence—too fucking much of it. I was a woman in a man’s world, which meant I was used to being underestimated on a regular basis. It had irritated me in the past, but it hurt like hell to think Xander believed it would be easy to defeat me on the mat. “You might want to think twice before you challenge me. Many others have done it before you, assuming I’d be an easy target. They learned the hard way, each and every time, exactly how stupid they were. I’m just that damn good.”
He jerked a thumb over his shoulder, aiming towards his desk. “Based on the sheer volume of redacted information in your file, I’m expecting you to be incredibly skilled.”
I was uncomfortable thinking about him reading my file, even the little information they would have given him access to. After the way we met, the night we’d spent together, I didn’t see Xander as a colleague. He was the man I wanted to date, and I wanted him to look at me the same way. But at the same time, I also didn’t want him to see me as anything less than his equal. His willingness to put our potential future together on the line made me wonder if he really did, though. “Then why the challenge?”
“Because I’m that fucking good, too. And my motivation will give me the edge.”
That was a damn good answer. “Okay, you’re on,” I conceded.
“Let’s go.” He grabbed my hand and yanked me away from the door to open it.
When he led me past his receptionist, she let out a frightened squeak and almost fell off her chair. He barely paid any attention to her, except for the irritated frown he sent her way. “You make some interesting hiring choices.”
“You’re a choice. Her? Not so much,” he chuckled. “Her grandmother talked me into it. Now I’m stuck with Jessa, who’s received no training at all, while Margaret recovers from surgery.”
Based on what Evie had shared with me about Gray Security, I expected the owner to be a hardass. But knowing Xander had a soft side just made him even more attractive. Damn it, why did it have to be him behind that damn door?
“Where are you taking me?” I asked grumpily.
“Here,” he replied as he led me into a large room that had been set up as a gym, shutting the door behind us and locking it.
“I’m not dressed for sparring.” I gestured down at the pantsuit and stiletto heels I’d chosen to wear for my interview.
“Neither am I,” he pointed out as he kicked off his shoes and jerked his suit jacket off.
I copied his actions, but I paused when I looked up and found him bare-chested. His nipple rings glinted in the overhead lighting and his tattoos rippled with every movement of his muscles. “This isn’t naked wrestling.”
He slid his belt out of his pant loops and tossed it onto the floor in the corner where the rest of his clothes were piled. “Remind me to suggest that sometime in the future. Sounds like fun.”
“Xander,” I growled.
“I only took off the stuff that restricted my movements. I’ll leave my pants on.” His gaze slid over my body. “For now.”
“Cocky bastard,” I muttered as I walked over to the center of the mat.
“Ready?” he asked as he joined me, dropping into a fighting stance.
Moving my arms into position and bending my legs, I motioned him forward with a wave of my fingers. As he stepped towards me, I forced myself to view him as an opponent while I went into combat mode. I held my position, waiting for him to strike first, kicking out at his left leg as I side-stepped his first punch. Swiveling on the balls of my feet, I quickly turned and aimed a hit at his kidney, but he was ready for me and blocked it. He followed it up with a quick jab to my stomach, and air burst past my lips involuntarily. Then he moved in close, tossing me onto the mat hard. As quickly as I could, I flipped up and back onto my feet.
From what I’d seen so far, he was as incredible as he claimed to be and he wasn’t holding much back. It was an odd time for it, but knowing he was giving it everything he had made me grin even as I kicked up at his middle, bending low right after I connected to attempt a sweep of his legs. He anticipated my move, sending me to the ground again using my momentum against me.
Scrambling up, I ripped my blouse over my head. It was restricting my movements, just like his shirt would have, and it also gave me a slight advantage for that brief moment when he couldn’t resist staring at my breasts wrapped in the lacy pink bra I’d picked out while thinking of him. It was all the time I needed to jump in the air, landing a flying kick with both legs to his chest. I followed him down to the mat, intending to land on top of him with my arm against his throat. I must have given it away somehow, because he quickly rolled me underneath him and pinned me to the mat with both arms above my head and my legs held down by his powerful thighs.
“Concede,” he breathed into my ear as I struggled beneath him.
“You’re good.” It was all I was willing to give at the moment, even though he’d won fair and square. A small part of me couldn’t help but wonder if I’d fought as hard as I could, or if I’d held back because I really did want to work for him, even if it complicated things.
“I’ll show you just how fucking good I am.”
We went from fight to fuck mode in a blink of an eye. He tore my pants down my legs while I ripped the zipper down on his to free his cock from its constraints. His fingers slid up my thigh, going straight for my pussy and he groaned when he found how wet I was. Wrapping my hand around his cock, I gave him a couple of quick strokes. “I want you inside me. Now.”
His eyes darkened with need, and he slammed his mouth down on me to claim it in a brutal kiss. As I wrapped my legs around his waist, his cock nudged my entrance. With one powerful thrust, he drove deep inside me. My head fell back against the mat, and he shifted forward, his mouth following mine. Refusing to end the kiss while he hammered in and out of my body. He plunged his tongue into my mouth and stroked mine, holding my head steady with a hand gripped tightly in my hair.
His other hand moved to my tit, plucking at the nipple before sliding further down to circle my clit. He swallowed my cries of pleasure, my orgasm building hard and fast. I leaned up and sucked on one of his metal rings, loving the moan and shiver it caused. He thrust even harder and let go, my head falling back and my nails digging into his shoulders.
“You feel so fucking good, baby. Your tight little pussy fits me so perfectly.” He angled his hips and pounded into me harder, finding my G-spot and throwing me over the edge. “Fuck yeah, that’s what I needed. Your pussy strangling my cock while you come.”
“Xander,” I cried out, trembling beneath him.
He pulled back and then drove deep once more, his hips slamming against mine as he roared out his release above me. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, or experienced, and it had happened in the middle of my interview on the floor of his company’s workout room.
“Shit,” I groaned. “I didn’t mean for that to happen.”
“Get used to it because it’s going to happen a fuck of a lot more.” Xander flashed me a smug grin and pointed at the light streaming through the windows lining one wall. “It’s a new day, which means the one-night stand label doesn’t apply to us anymore—not that it ever did.”
4
Xander
Reluctantly, I pulled out of Calista and gave her a quick kiss on the lips before hopping to my feet. Extending a hand, I grasped her fingers and pulled her up. She frowned and looked down at where my come slid down her legs, her expression quickly turning into a scowl. I tried incredibly hard, I swear I did, to keep the smug grin off my face. The deepening of her scowl when she looked at me made
it clear I hadn’t succeeded.
Unable to resist, I pecked her lips once more. “Wait here, baby.” I jogged over to a table where fresh towels were stacked and snagged one, along with a bottle of water from a cooler sitting next to it. I gathered up our clothes, then returned and handed her everything before sweeping her up into my arms, ignoring her gasp of surprise. She weighed practically nothing, her body all lean muscle, and it was sexy as fuck.
“Put me down. I’m too heavy.”
I laughed straight from my belly. “Baby, you weigh about as much as a pillow.”
She sputtered as I stalked to an unmarked door across the room and held her tight with one arm while digging in the pocket of my pants for a key. I found it, tossed the slacks over my free arm, stuck the key in the knob, then twisted and pushed through the door.
We were in a large bathroom with travertine flooring, cream painted walls, a cream and gold swirled counter with a sink on the left end, and an enormous shower, the tiles made to match the floor. There was also a bench against the wall opposite the counter top and large mirror, and it sat next to another door. It was something of a cross between a locker room and an elegant bathroom. It was my private space, connecting my office to the gym. I set Calista on the counter, and she hissed at the cold on her heated, bare skin. I handed her the water, and she drank some as her wide eyes took in everything around her.
