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  Besides, I kinda wanted to get home and have the place to myself for a little bit so I could work on pretending Hunter had never licked my pussy so perfectly I couldn’t stop thinking about it, or kissed me like he owned me.

  I looked back as I left the restaurant and saw how Marco made my friend positively glow and I was satisfied she was in good hands.

  Before long I was freshly bathed, snuggled in bed and eventually dreaming off in safe sleep.

  Although most of my dreams featured my sexy boss, none of them had a single embarrassing incident so they were good.

  I woke feeling better, as if I was going to make it through the rest of my internship and be able to leave the worst night of my life behind me.

  And imagine my lack of surprise when I padded out of my room to get myself a coffee and heard Sam’s voice punctuated with a deeper one.

  That dirty dog, she had brought Marco home with her. I was happy for her, and maybe more than a little envious.

  I had one day to relax before heading into work in the morning, so I was going to take advantage of it.

  Relax and forget about Friday night.

  As if I ever could.

  Chapter Eight

  “Wakey wakey, fruit and cakey,” Sam said, poking me hard before she yanked my blankets off of me.

  “What the hell, Sam, come on,” I groaned and rolled away.

  “You promised me a run before you left for work,” she said and tickled me until I struggled awake and pushed her away. “You owe me a run!”

  “Oh my god, what was I thinking?”

  “You were thinking about going into work this morning and you were drinking wine when you said it,” she laughed. “Come on, I was up most of the night and I still want to go for a jog.”

  “You’re all in love and horny, that means this will be easier for you.”

  I sat up and slid my legs over the side of my bed and brushed at her hand when she tried to tickle me again.

  “Fine, grumpy face, I’ll let you have a couple minutes to get dressed,” she said and left my room.

  I brushed my teeth and pulled on my running clothes, I met her in the kitchen where she was stretching with a grin on her face.

  “Catch me if you can,” she laughed and darted out our door.

  “That’s no fair, I have to lock up!” I complained, but I turned and locked our apartment door and took off down the stairs after her.

  She was already halfway down the block when I hit the sidewalk. I pushed myself to catch up and we were soon pacing side by side towards the park.

  True to what she’d said, it was the perfect way to start what was sure to be a horrible day.

  I hopped into the shower, dried off, did my makeup, drank a couple mugs of black coffee…and then prepared to face my boss.

  I slunk into work about ten minutes early. Hunter was always late, even seeing him in the elevator that day had been a lucky coincidence. One of the only days I’d ever seen him come in on time.

  I passed by Angie, hoping I could sneak to my desk without being seen, but she looked up from her perch at the front counter and said, “Oh hey there, future Mrs. Drake, how did it go on Friday?”

  “I went home after you did, it wasn’t a big deal,” I said in a completely blasé tone.

  “Did you?” she said in a sly voice and leaned forward with excitement. “I heard our boss had a visitor on Friday night, somebody that just happened to look like you.”

  “Who told you that?” I asked, startled that my secret was already out in the open.

  “I might be friends with one of Hunter’s housekeepers,” she grinned. “Nothing is safe in this town anyhow. Just be happy that I’m the one who heard it and not anybody who would love to see you humiliated.”

  “Who would want to see me humiliated?” I gasped.

  “You know there are a few interns you know, all vying for the coveted full time regular position for the company at the end of the term,” she said, “don’t be naïve, many of them would do anything to get that job.”

  “I hadn’t even thought about that,” I said, “please don’t let any of this get out.”

  “I won’t, I happen to like you,” Angie said with a wink, “but I might have some photocopying that needs to be done later.”

  “Anything, I guess, if you’re comfortable bribing me to do your crappy work,” I laughed.

  “I have no problem with it at all,” she laughed and turned back to her paperwork.

  At least I had one friend at the firm I could count on, Angie was the kind of girl who, once she liked you, took you under her wing like a protective mother.

  Which was odd as she was only a few years older than me, but I appreciated the hell out of her caring ways.

  I made my way to my desk, stopping to chat with almost everyone I saw in an effort to delay the inevitable. The moment where I had to look Hunter in the face and see the disgust in his eyes.

  I finally ran out of excuses to avoid my desk and took my seat, put my purse in the largest drawer, locked it and exhaled slowly. I picked up a stack of papers Mr. Drake had left me on Friday. The needed to be filed and that would be the perfect thing to keep my mind off Hunter.

  I was bent over the filing cabinet in the filing room just to the side of the Drake’s offices, when I heard a noise behind me.

  Somebody clearing their throat.

  I stood quickly and whipped around, my heart clenching as my nerves fired up and my anxiety kicked into full throttle.

  “Melody, you’re looking well this morning,” Hunter said. He was wearing a crisp white linen shirt and one of his perfectly tailored suits and was leaning against the edge of the door lazily.

  “Oh, uh, yeah I’m feeling better,” I replied. I had a million thoughts racing through my head but wasn’t able to give voice to any of them. I wanted to apologize and beg him to forgive me and at the same time I wanted to pretend it had never happened.

  “Excellent, I didn’t get a chance to see how you faired overnight. You were gone so quickly,” he said.

  “I had to get home and didn’t want to bother you again,” I told him.

  “It was no bother,” he replied and his face flickered with a frown. “Don’t ever think of yourself as a bother.”

  Before I had a chance to reply, he turned on his heel and strode back to his office and shut the door behind him.

  My face was burning, but my body burned hotter as I allowed myself the memory of his mouth on me, my body liquid fire in his hands.

  I sucked in a shaky breath and went back to my work to help my mind from going there.

  Back to the times his lips and tongue had been on me, whether on my pussy or my mouth, kissing me deeply.

  I typed out a letter that Mr. Drake had emailed me, he was funny that way. He seemed to be so old fashioned and hated technology, but he still used email to send me demand after demand.

  After the letter I was supposed to research a case that might help something he was working on, and after that I had to get him a tuna sandwich from his favorite deli a block away.

  At least he kept me distracted with work.

  I was part way through the task when the light on my phone lit up on the desk. It was from Hunter’s office.

  My hand trembled and I pressed it down, waited for it to click and said, “Can I help you?”

  “You need to get in here,” he replied and ended the connection.

  I stood slowly on shaky knees and walked into his office as if I were in a daze. I stood in front of his desk and waited for him to look up from his laptop.

  He finally did, his hot gaze raking up and down my body and leaving me feeling more than underdressed again.

  “Close the door,” he commanded and I didn’t dare disobey.

  I knew this was merely a work place interaction, but my throbbing heart and pussy betrayed my secret desires.

  I wanted it to be so much more.

  I turned, closed it, and walked back.

  “Excell
ent,” he said, “now come here, Melody. I believe we were interrupted on Friday night and I’d like to pick up where we left off.”

  “I don’t know if we should…I mean, your office…people…”

  “Come here now,” he repeated and patted the desk in front of him.

  This time I obeyed, all distractions and concerns fleeing my head until the only thing left was Hunter.

  I shimmied along the edge of the desk until I was standing in front of him, my stomach quivering with anticipation.

  “Yes?” I asked airily.

  He didn’t respond, he hooked his finger under my chin, tilted my head up and bent down to kiss me.

  This kiss was even better than the previous ones, if that was even humanly possible. How could it be? I’d never felt this before, I usually found kisses lost their power after the first couple, but Hunter’s was the opposite.

  His mouth was hot and hungry, his tongue swirled around mine and I felt myself drawn into him, with each intake of breath I was pulled into his throbbing energy and wrapped with it, lifted with it.

  I found my own hunger rising up from deep inside of me, from some dark place I’d always hidden it, been ashamed of it.

  I’d been raised to believe that women didn’t demand, that they shouldn’t ask for what they wanted in a sexual sense.

  Hunter made all of that disappear. I wanted to ask, I wanted to demand, but I wasn’t able to do much beyond making a groaning sound in the back of my throat.

  He ran his hand down my thigh and found the hem of my skirt, pulled it up slowly over my hips and ground himself against me.

  He lifted me onto the edge of the desk and pushed me back, his hands traveling eagerly across the landscape of my body.

  He broke free, looked at me and said, “I’ve been thinking about this since the first day I saw you in the elevator. Taking you in here, on my desk, fucking you until you can barely walk out of her. Leaving you sore and dripping in your chair, our dirty, nasty little secret.”

  He punctuated each of the last few words with a kiss that went lower down the front of me each time.

  He reached my abdomen and pulled my blouse loose from the waistband of my skirt. He began to kiss my bare flesh and unbutton it until it was open. He pulled it off my shoulders and down my arms and nibbled my collar bone, making me gasp.

  I shivered and leaned back, my hair falling behind me and dragging along the surface of his desk behind me.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” Hunter rasped and pulled my bra down, exposing my breasts. The cool air hit them, puckering my nipples rock hard, waiting for his mouth.

  “Oh god,” I groaned as he took one in his teeth, rolled it gently in his mouth and sucked slowly. “This feels so good…but we shouldn’t be doing this.”

  “I told you before, what’s the point of being the boss if I can’t break the rules,” he said, his voice deep and muffled against my flesh.

  “That’s true,” I laughed and sighed as he caught my other breast in his mouth.

  I arched my back and brought my feet up, wrapping them around his hips, drawing him against me, my heat.

  I reached up and wrapped my hands around his neck, hanging from him like he was the only thing in the universe holding me in place.

  His mouth trailed kisses and heat along my skin, from my breasts up to my neck again, on my ears where he bit and nibbled until I sighed.

  “I need you,” I exhaled sharply. “I need you so bad, Hunter.”

  And I did, god, I did. I’d never wanted anyone like this so bad.

  “What do you want from me?” he asked, a smirk replacing his intensity.

  “I want you to…to…”

  “Tell me,” he said, “I need to hear you say it.”

  “I want…need…”

  “Come on, baby girl, tell me how much you want my cock.”

  “I want it so bad,” I groaned, “I want you to fuck me, Hunter, fuck me hard.”

  The words spilled from my mouth like they belonged to somebody else, like I wasn’t in possession of my own body.

  “God, you sound so sexy when you say that,” he said. “Say it again, beg for it.”

  “Please,” I obeyed, “fuck me hard. Fill me up and fuck me hard.”

  He stood up and slowly unbuckled his belt. He slid it open, staring down at me as he opened his pants.

  I reached up and helped him, fumbling with the top button until it loosened at last.

  His cock popped out as he slid his pants down his hips and I wasn’t disappointed. It was massive, thick and beautiful with precum glistening on the slit.

  I wanted to lick it and suck it, but I wanted him inside of me even more.

  He took it in his hand and it dwarfed him, his gigantic shaft. He took the head and slid it between my pussy lips, sliding it, mixing his juices with mine until we were both soaking wet and ready to fuck.

  “Please,” I begged and dug my fingers into his hips, desperate to get him inside of me.

  With that, he thrust forward and I felt his thickness spread me wide. He slid into my wet heat and slammed into my body, rocking me to my very core.

  I began to fall back onto the desk when Hunter reached around me and swept his arm across the surface, knocking everything onto the floor beside us.

  He lowered me gently onto the desk, I kept my legs gripped tightly around his waist so he didn’t slip out of me, and clung to him until I felt the surface.

  “You’re perfect on the end of my cock,” he said and ground slowly into me, pressing himself against my clit as his thickness filled me deep inside.

  I cried out in pure pleasure as he slammed into me again, and he sped up in response.

  I reached up and wrapped my fingers in his hair, traced them down the sides of his angled, chiseled face, along his neck and to his chest.

  I had the overwhelming urge to feel his flesh, to see him naked, but he was on top of me and had his shirt on. There was no way for him to undress as he supported himself over me, slamming into me.

  The need to touch him was insane, I pulled at the buttons on his shirt and tore it open, exposing him at last.

  Buttons popped and I heard tearing, but no longer cared, it no longer even registered in my head…all I wanted was sensation, the feel of him under my hands, his body covering me, filling me and leaving me breathless with lust.

  “Oh fuck,” Hunter growled, leaning down to stare at me. “Come for me, Melody, fucking come for me.”

  “I’m close,” I cried out, “Oh god I’m so close.”

  He instinctively knew what I wanted, what my body needed…he reached down and slipped his hand along my soaking wet slit, found my clit and began to rub it fervently as he continued to fuck me.

  Almost immediately lights exploded behind my eyes and I squeezed them shut. I felt a pressure building somewhere deep in my core and I began to moan.

  “Look at me,” Hunter rasped, “look me in the eyes when you come on my dick. Good girl, come for me.”

  “I’m coming,” I whispered and opened my eyes, falling into his beautiful green ones looking back at me. I fell hard, my heart pounding and my body tensing, the pressure building up until I could no longer contain it.

  I came, crashing hard against him, our bodies becoming one in that moment, flowing into each other, against each other and in perfect union.

  I loved him, it was terrifying to realize, and stupid, some logical part of me tried to wrestle it back, but I did.

  I loved him as all my anxiety and nervousness and overwhelming attraction to him was set free, pouring into him as he poured himself into me.

  “Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he said in a thick voice, “I’m gonna fill you up, baby girl.”

  “Fill me, flood me with your seed,” I cried out. “Fuck me, make me yours.”

  “You are mine,” he growled, “from the moment I saw you, I knew you were mine.”

  With one last thrust he slammed into me and I felt his cock swell and throb inside of m
y hot, clenching pussy. I milked him and tried desperately to pull more of him into me, I needed everything I could get.

  I needed all of him, and I needed to give him all of me.

  He let out one long exhalation as his cock twitched one last time and we both collapsed, my in his arms and him on top of me, pressing me against the desk and leaving me feeling complete.

  It was all too fast, too much, and didn’t make sense at all…but it was all so perfect that I was unable to dispute my feelings for him after all.

  He stroked my forehead and brushed a tendril of damp hair off it, out of my eyes. I looked up at him and laughed, it felt so good to feel like this.

  “What’s up?” he asked, his crooked smile giving him away. He knew what I was feeling, he was feeling it too. The sensation of champagne bubbles dancing in your stomach as your heart beat just a bit too fast.

  The sensation of falling for somebody even though you know it was too fast.

  “I feel good,” I said, “that’s all. You make me feel good.”

  “Just good?” he asked with that sexy grin. He slid off me and pulled with him to stand together, our bodies flush with excitement.

  “This is crazy, isn’t it? I thought you were a player,” I said, my mind still fogged with the pleasure of our sex.

  “I was a player,” he said with a small frown. “I can’t deny there’s something here though. I’m not going to play games and risk not finding out. I don’t want to lose you the moment I found you.”

  “It’s so crazy,” I sighed.

  “It’s crazy enough to make sense,” he grinned and bent to kiss me.

  Again.

  And again.

  Chapter Nine

  “You’re not going anywhere, baby girl,” Hunter said after I smoothed my skirt out and fastened my bra and blouse together again.

  “I have to work,” I replied, buttoning my top clasp.

  “You’re working for me,” he said with a wink. “I want you here with me, keeping me company.”

  “Your father asked me to—“

  “Don’t you worry about dear old Dad,” he laughed and stripped his torn shirt off his muscled body. “I’ll take care of him.”