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“Fuck,” Tim mutters, bucking his hips upward a little, his fingers tightening at my waist. “I’m going to regret this, but all right.”
His eyes fly open and burn into mine. “No. You weren’t imagining things. I didn’t like that he was being a dickhead to you. You were just doing your job, and he was treating you like shit.”
He pauses, chewing on his next words. Uh, no. Truth serum, remember? To hurry him along, I reward him with some movement. Tim’s breath hisses out between his teeth, and he talks. That’s more like it.
“Ryan is one of my best buddies. I love the asshole. But today… today I wanted to punch him in the face.”
I blink down at him in surprise at the vehemence in his tone. Now I’m definitelyfeelingsomething. Shit. This is supposed to be a fun holiday fling. No feelings involved. I need to distract us from going anywhere deep with something else. Oh yeah, his flexing hand and caramel-colored eyes at the breakfast table.
“Do you get turned on when I’m being all professional?”
Tim grins up at me, the pensive, moody look disappearing from his face as he snickers.
“Was it that obvious?”
I laugh, reining it in to put on my best professional, blank look.
“Is there anything else that I can do for you, Mr. Brooks Westerhaven?” I ask, my tone cool and detached.
Something snaps behind Tim’s eyes and before I know what’s happening, I’m on my back again, and he’s moving above me, roughly thrusting. Holy hell, this feels amazing. I will not last if he keeps it up.
“You can come for me, Angie,” he pants, bracing on one forearm as his other hand tangles in my hair, holding fast there. His eyes burn down into mine and I shatter around him with a long, soft moan.
Tim’s face is a mask of smugness as he watches me come, burying his face in my neck, pumping hard until he holds deep with his own groan of completion.
Panting into my neck, he lies on top of me for a moment before rolling off and lying beside me on the rug, trying to catch his breath. Reaching over, Tim tangles his fingers with mine and lifts my hand to his lips.
“Can I stay for a while again tonight?” He is staring at the ceiling, and I turn my head to offer him a smile. Uh, I remember how he woke me up last night. I’m not about to rebuff him if that might be on the cards again. I’m not crazy.
“Of course. I’m always up for a midnight romp.”
Looking over at me, Tim cracks a wide grin, rolling onto his side and looking down at me, stroking my hair near my face.
Timothy
The woman can read me like a book. I have no idea how she knew her professionalism gets me off, but it was a pleasant surprise. After we moved to the bed last night, I fucked her thoroughly and slowly and she fell asleep in my arms gratifyingly quickly. I dozed until it was the middle of the night and woke her up for another quick fuck before slipping back to my room.
Angie hasn’t appeared for breakfast yet this morning, and neither has Uncle Bill. I’m on my second cup of coffee while Max and Beau have an epic argument on who is better at scoring chicks, and whether we should all sneak down to London so they can settle the score. I guess Max got over his breakup with Tiffany quickly.
David and Ryan wander in, having clearly been working out in the basement gym that Uncle Bill set up for us here about ten years ago. I shoot Ryan another death stare. He catches my look and drops into his seat with a coffee in one hand and a smirk on his face.
“What has your knickers in a twist?”
“You need to lay the fuck off Angie,” I snap back, flipping him off. Suddenly, we have the attention of the whole table. Ryan’s smirk falters at the venom in my tone but is quickly back.
“What? Did you go catching feelings for the woman, huh?”
He blinks in surprise when I shove away from the table, round it, and lean down so that my face is all up in his. There’s complete silence in the room as everyone watches us.
“You need to beverycareful,” I tell him, my voice low and controlled. “You’ve worked your entire life to get where you are in Haven Pharmaceuticals, and it would suck majorly to see you throw that all away.”
Ryan glares back at me, and no one else speaks for a long moment until there’s a scraping of chairs and Max’s voice reminds us of exactly where we are.
“Uncle Bill! Good morning.”
Turning my head to the door, I eye Uncle Bill standing there, watching Ryan and me with his dark, inscrutable eyes. Straightening, I shove my hands in my pockets and turn to him.
“Uncle Bill.” I nod, his eyes moving between Ryan and me.
