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“I disagree,” I said, hugging a pillow to my chest. “If you’re the boss’s kid, people will think you’re a spoiled brat, but at least people might assume you’ve got the genetic goods to prove yourself. Me, they’ll just think I whored myself into the job. You know they would.”
“Goddamn it!” Brandon gritted through his teeth as he smacked a hand into the comforter. “I’m getting really tired of hearing you refer to yourself like that. Accepting a small gift from me from time to time doesn’t make you a prostitute, Skylar, it just makes you my girlfriend!”
“Brandon, a job is not a gift. And neither is a trip to Paris or a thirty-thousand-dollar necklace!”
“So, we’re back to this again?” He scowled. “You’re determined to make it as difficult as possible, aren’t you?”
“I just need to get a job myself, that’s all.”
Brandon stood up and walked to the window, slammed his hand against the pane, and then whirled back around to face me. “For the record, Red, I wanted to hire you before I had even met you.”
I toyed with the edge of the sheets. “I know.”
He sighed. “Is it always going to be like this? Fighting and fucking? Making love and getting piss mad at each other?”
I pressed my lips together and shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m not exactly known for being able to hold my temper.” I pointed at my hair. “Redhead. Cliché, I know.”
Brandon rolled his eyes, but gave a small smile. “See, that’s what I’m talking about. I want to hire you because you have the makings to be a brilliant attorney. You’re smart, you’re fearless, and you care about what you do, unlike most of the sharks at that place. You’d be an asset, I know it.”
“Thank you,” I murmured. “I…that means a lot, coming from you.”
He crossed back to the bed and sat down, taking my hand in his. “So come work for me.”
My heart dropped again. Why couldn’t he drop this? “Brandon, can’t you see why that’s a bad idea? Really?”
He pressed his thumb into the center of my palm, then curled his big hand around mine and squeezed. He exhaled, long and hard.
“Yeah,” he said finally. “I guess so. I just…I just want you close.” He shook his head. “Damn. It’s my loss.”
I smiled and pulled my hand free so that I could take his face between both of them. The sheet pooled at my waist, but Brandon wasn’t distracted. I pressed my lips to his.
“I think,” I said between kisses, “we’ve gained a lot instead. Don’t you?”
In response Brandon opened his mouth and captured mine, nipping and pecking as he pressed me back into the pillows. His mouth drifted drown, sucking on the delicate skin around my neck and moving farther down to one breast.
“Ah,” I cried out as he bit my nipple, lightly. “Don’t…mmm…don’t you have a flight to catch?”
“It’s my fucking plane,” Brandon mumbled as he shifted to the other side.
He sat up suddenly to kick off his shoes, loosen his belt, and unzip his pants. Before I could protest further, he had already applied a condom from the nightstand and was on top of me, peering down with his luminous eyes.
“You are so goddamn beautiful,” he whispered as he slid in, causing me to wince slightly before I could relax.
I strained a little, but was shocked by how willing and ready I was.
“Skylar,” Brandon mumbled before kissing me again. “I need you. Just…ah, baby, fuck, you feel good…just one more time.”
He slipped a hand down to help me out, but I pulled it away, surprised to find I didn’t need it. That now-familiar tension was building on its own––building from just him.
Brandon stopped to look at me. “You okay? Shit, babe, are you sore? I didn’t think to ask.”
“I’m fine,” I insisted, tilting my hips to urge him on. “I just…keep going, will you?”
Every nerve ending in my body was on fire. He pushed against the exact right spot, the spot he’d tormented with his fingers so successfully that first night in my apartment and multiple times last night. I knew that if he kept going at that same, steady pace, I’d eventually explode without any extra help.
“You sure?” Brandon asked, but he’d already started to move again. “Like that?”
I nodded. He balanced on his forearms, weaving his fingers through my hair as he worked. His scent, fresh from his shower and utterly intoxicating, engulfed me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him closer.
