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Kate
With those parting words, he left her staring after him; leaving so fast she didn’t even realize he was gone.
Oh. My. Sweet. Lord.
She flopped back down and lay there for a few minutes wondering what in the hell was happening. She thought she’d been in love with John and was ready to spend her life with him, but the feelings she had for John versus the feelings she was quickly developing for Dev were like night and day. Every look, every touch heated her body more thoroughly than she’d ever known was possible. Dev was like forbidden fruit, once eaten she wanted it all the more. She understood Adam and Eve so much better now.
She threw her arms over her face. She would have to—hell she wanted to—surrender to her physical desires for him. No doubt about it. After this hot little episode, she’d be the queen of fools not to sleep with him. The question was, while she may surrender her body, how on earth was she was going to keep from surrendering her heart, getting it broken to smithereens in the process?
Of that, she had no damn clue.
Chapter 22
Dev
They stepped into his office. On the credenza, Leo had set an assortment of pastries, bagels, and fruit as well as some hot choices, like eggs and pancakes. He also had juices and coffee. He wanted her full and sated—in more ways than nutritional sustenance allowed. Goddamn the luck.
His want for her was burning out of control. He could hardly think of anything else but getting his cock inside of her body. He was getting desperate. His animal instinct to bond with her, marking her as his, was fiercely powerful. His sanity was hanging on by the thinnest of threads. If he didn’t have her soon, he was worried his animal nature would take the man in him out of the driver’s seat, and he could not let that happen. This morning was the second time in the last twenty-four hours that he’d held his sausage hostage and while he’d found release, it was empty and lonely.
“Another big spread?” Kate asked, as she eyed the big feast spread on the credenza. The pink sweater she wore draped her curves perfectly and she wore a different, but equally faded, pair of curve-hugging jeans.
“Only the best for you, love.”
She laughed. “Thank you.”
As she filled her plate, Dev came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. He kissed her neck. “It’s purely selfish, I can assure you. I wanted to be sure you had plenty of energy for the hours upon hours of pleasure I have in store for you later. Did you know that giving oral sex burns about a hundred calories per half hour?”
Kate began choking on the piece of watermelon she’d put in her mouth. Dev slapped her back repeatedly. “Are you okay?”
“Y-yes.”
Cough.
“I’m good.”
Cough.
After her coughing was under control, she turned, wrapping her arms around his neck, smiling flirtatiously at him. He wiped away a stray tear. Leaning up, she kissed his lips, whispering against them, “Make sure you eat up, then.” She kissed him quick and turned back around to continue filling her plate.
It took a second for his brain to register her double entendre. He laughed as she looked playfully over her shoulder, a mischievous smile lighting her face.
Grabbing her plate, he set it down on the credenza. He picked her up in his arms and carried her over to the large leather sofa. He laid her down, draping his big frame over her smaller one, careful to keep one knee on the floor, so his heavy weight wasn’t crushing her.
“Why, Mr. Fallinsworth, whatever are you doing?”
“You told me to eat up. I plan on doing that. Right now.” He crushed his lips to hers before she could challenge him. His hand snaked underneath her jeans, palming and kneading her rounded ass. She moaned softly into his mouth.
Just then the office door flew open and in walked Ren with a woman in tow. Dev simply turned his head. “Fucking knock next time.” Kate was trying frantically to push him off of her.
“Move,” she grunted.
Sighing, he lifted himself off and helped her up, but placed a possessive arm around her waist. She struggled against him, trying to gain her own space, but he would have none of it. She was his and she would stay by his side. He’d watched her face turn about five shades of red since Ren and Olivia stepped through the door. It was…endearing.
“Sorry for the interruption, boss.” Ren had a wry smirk on his face. Fucker wasn’t sorry at all.
Kate was staring at the floor, her face a nice shade of crimson. He loved blushing. It brought the blood closer to the surface of the skin. He gave her a reassuring squeeze while he inhaled deeply, relishing in her intoxicating scent. “Knock next time. Asshole.” Ren’s smirk got wider.