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“I love what I do.”
“Because you like control and power. But it ain’t everything. We had that discussion about sometimes lettin’ go. Lettin’ someone else worry about the other shit. Takin’ a break. Havin’ fun. Why are you workin’ so hard if you ain’t gonna enjoy the result of your success?”
Reese sat back in his office chair and stared at him. “Why did you come in here?”
“You know why.”
She stood up. “Then let’s get to it. I have work to do.” She shimmied up her just-above-the-knee, narrow black skirt—which was hot as fuck—and reached under it to yank down her panties. The red silky fabric fell around her high heels and she stepped out of them. “Over the desk again?”
“Reese...”
“Or, I know...” She turned, planted her palms against the wall and glanced over her shoulder. “How about this, instead?” She tipped her bare ass to the point he could see everything she was offering. And even what she wasn’t.
When he didn’t move, she reached back and slid her finger through her folds. He set his jaw against her tempting display.
Because... for fuck’s sake... he had wanted to fuck her. That was his intent when he came into his office. But now...
Fuck! Was he really thinking twice about fucking Reese? What the fuck was wrong with him?
He closed his eyes for a second. They opened when he heard her jerk the desk drawer open, where he now kept a supply of wraps for all the sex they’d been having.
She threw one on the desk and assumed her position again. He dropped his gaze from her to the wrap.
“Let’s go, Deke. I don’t have all day.”
She didn’t have all day.
Hurry up and fuck me, Deke, so I can get back to work and you’ll stop bothering me.
Hurry up and fuck me because I have more important things to do.
Hurry up and fuck me because that’s all I want from you.
While she’d never said any of those things out loud, he could hear them in his head. She didn’t have to say them, he felt those unsaid words down to his bones.
He lunged forward with a snarl, swiped the wrap from the desk, tucked it between his bared teeth, and jerked opened his jeans enough to expose his dick. He ripped open the wrapper, rolled the latex on, and moved to where she waited.
She gasped when he gripped a fistful of her hair—not caring that it wrecked her goddamn bun—shoved her cheek into the wall and dragged his throbbing dick down her crease, pausing for a second on the hole he hadn’t had yet. With regret, he slid the head of his dick lower until it caught where it needed to be.
He hesitated.
He didn’t like the feeling of being used.
He was more than just a dick.
The minute Warren was caught, she would leave. She’d go back to her own bubble and he’d be left behind in his.
He loved his life, but he wasn’t sure if it would be enough without Reese in it.
His chest tightened as he stared at the woman he held against the wall. She hadn’t fought against him being rough with her, she hadn’t voiced a complaint. In fact, she was waiting for him to continue.
But, for fuck’s sake...
His heart thumped heavily in his chest.
This wasn’t what he wanted.
Yes, he wanted to fuck Reese, but he wanted more.
He fucking wanted a lot more.
Christ.
He’d lost his fucking mind. He’d never wanted more before.
Not once.
He’d always been the one to take what was offered and then move on. No lingering. No exchange of anything other than body fluids. Not even phone numbers.
Sometimes not even real names.
His chest was not only tight, it now hurt. A stabbing pain made him suck in a breath.
“Deacon...”
His nostrils flared when she tried to turn her head to look at him, but he kept her from doing so by forcing her face to remain where it was.
He waited for the odd feeling to settle. For the deep need to disappear.
He wanted to chalk it up to a case of crossed wires in his brain. A momentary misfire of neurons.
He waited.
One heartbeat.
Two.
None of it went away. On the third heartbeat, the ache moved from his chest to his gut, encompassing him. He feared it would swallow him whole.
Her flat, emotionless, very foreign words of, “You don’t want me,” invaded his brain.
She was wrong. He wanted her.
That was the fucking problem.
His need for her was seeping into his very soul.
Only, she didn’t want to give him what he wanted. What he hadn’t realized he needed until that exact fucking moment, when it struck him like a stun gun and took him to his knees.
With one hand, he ripped off the wrap, dropped it to the floor and tucked his now semi-soft dick away. He yanked her skirt down far enough to cover her ass.
