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Chapter Two

In the past week, Scarlett had poured over every entry and every receipt, and she still couldn't figure out why the sanctuary was losing money. The books hadn't shown any type of discrepancy. None of it made any sense to her. She carried the binder with her as she made her way to the breakroom down the hall from her office. The heady smell of fresh coffee lured her in. She was a prisoner to the bean and, whoever made the sinfully aromatic pot, should be rewarded and summarily fired. It wasn't a good habit to drink the hot brew late at night. Unfortunately, until she figured out what was going on with the sanctuary, late-night coffee runs were going to become her new usual.

Scarlett poured herself a cup and glanced at the microwave, noticing, for the first time, how late it had gotten.Two in the morning. She definitely didn’t need the cup of coffee in her hand, especially when the numbers on the page were beginning to blur together. However, she couldn’t stop, she had to find the mess and clean it up. If she could do so, it would force Maisie to discontinue this breeding project of hers. Plus, it wasn’t like it brought any more money into their refuge. If anything, they continued to run into the red which would have never happened with her parents.

“You’re still here?” Kenny leaned against the doorframe; a crooked grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“I see you went out again.” She emptied two packets of sugar into her cup along with a dollop of cream before glancing up at him. “You’re drunk.” She took a sip of her coffee then poured a little more of the cream into the cup.

"No, I'm not." He pushed off the jamb and sauntered toward her. His eyes were a bit glassy. His gait was a bit loose. If he wasn't drunk like he said, he'd been well on the way to being so.

“Tell me you guys Uber’d or Lyft’d home.”

“We Uber’d or Lyft’d home.” He chuckled.

Scarlett frowned. "You might not be drunk, but you're not sober either. Go back to your bunk and sleep it off. Five comes early around here. ‘Specially when you come home at two."

"Pfft..." He placed his palm to her hip and a passionate, searing heat surged through her. "I'm not going to bed until you join me."

“Okay,” Scarlett moved away from him and instantly missed the warmth, “now I know you’re drunk. Go to bed Kenny.”

“Scar...” He gave her the saddest puppy eyes she’d ever witnessed and considering cats did it better than dogs, was telling. “You know we’d be good together.”

“Be that as it may,” she said. “We’re treading into workplace sexual harassment.”

He inched closer to her. “If I was trying to ‘workplace,’ harass you, I’d have done this.” He bent his head and brushed his lips over hers twice before he settled in.

The light smell of whiskey and sin laced his breath. The heady taste on his tongue drugged her. She whimpered as her notebook and cup fell from her hands, crashing on the tile floor. She wrapped her arms around his neck and dragged her fingernails down the back of his head. Kenny groaned. The sound vibrated against her chest and she gasped. They shouldn't be doing this. He wasn't in the right frame of mind and her... Well, she shouldn't be doing it. Yet, as many times as she told herself to stop or to stop him, she couldn't do it.

Kenny laid her on the table behind her. The cool surface had her arching to him. Again, she tried to force herself to end this little sordid interlude, but it didn’t work. Fire raced through her veins along with anticipation.Maybe he was right all along.She shoved the thought aside. If she debated the situation too much, she’d end up making a fool of herself. Instead, she concentrated on the man leaning over her. He ran his hand up her inner thigh, pushing her billowy skirt out of the way. Her heart hammered as he traced a little pattern along her dark flesh, hypnotizing her.

She moaned, grabbing the back of his shirt. Scarlett pulled it from his pants then shoved her hands under the plaid material. His skin was soft, and his muscles quivered at her touch. He mumbled something against her lips before reaching between them. He worked open the button fly of his jeans and gave a muttered curse while rubbing himself. For a split second, she thought he'd come to his senses and was about to stop when he pulled his wallet out of his pocket and removed a foiled disk from inside. Kenny threw his wallet on the floor and placed the purple wrapper between his teeth.

The air in the room was thick with expectation. Her breath came in heavy pants as she watched him lower his pants, so they clung to his hips then drew his boxer-briefs low enough to allow his thick dick to spring free. Her breath hitched. He was well endowed, long with just the right amount of girth. She licked her lips and the sound he made, snapped her attention back to him.

He ripped the packet open with his teeth then removed the latex disk. “Can’t wait to get your mouth on me.” Kenny rolled the barrier down his length. “Later though.”

He covered her again. The scent of his aftershave mingled with the hint of whiskey when she inhaled, and a shiver of keen awareness skirted down her spine. Again, she questioned whether or not she should be doing this with him, but the notion left her the moment he pushed aside her panties. She should have been embarrassed by the aroused wetness dampening them and her slit. Should have been ashamed by the way her clit hardened and throbbed as he slid his thumb down her opening.

“I told you,” he whispered against the shell of her ear. “We’re meant to be together.” He teased her with the tip of his cock before pushing forward.

Her mouth fell open as he filled her in one go. The sensation of being overfull accompanied the faint ripple of pleasure. She clung to him, digging her nails into his shoulders for purchase. She cursed him as he began to move with deep, purposeful thrusts because she'd never be able to look at him again without thinking about this.

Every.

Single.

Time.

Kenny leaned back and gripped her hips, guiding her over him. His face was a mask of pure pleasure as he continued at his desperate pace. With each shift of his hips, he awoke a different place within her—nerve endings she didn't even know she had sparked to life, sending tendrils of bliss through her until every inch of her tingled. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she sighed his name as the intense ball of warmth expanded inside her as a wave of expectancy washed over her.

She fit her fingers between them and circled her clit. The electric pulse ripped a cry of ecstasy fell from her lips and she shook from the force of it. It’d been as if the current shot through her, before zeroing in at where they’d been connected.

It was too much and not enough at the same time. Kenny’s strokes shortened and his features were a cross between pure pain and bliss. He braced himself over her, changing the angle of his penetration, allowing him to tap at her sweet spot several times. They didn’t say a word in those moments. She accepted everything he gave her, while the sounds he made turned her on more.

Then, Scarlett pressed down on her clit and she went sailing. Her orgasm rushed to the forefront, pitching her into one of the best, natural highs she’d ever had. She shuddered and bucked against him riding out her release unable to make a sound because the force of it stole her ability to do so. Kenny cursed and let loose with a harsh sound. He thrust twice more and shoved as deep as he could go. He moaned her name and pressed his lips to the sensitive flesh right below her ear, the second she felt him throb deep within her.

They laid there, Kenny's weight comforting her as they caught their breath. She waited for some kind of recrimination to swamp her. It never manifested. Her mind quieted and her body hummed with sweet repletion. All too soon though, the moment was over. Kenny slipped from her causing both of them to groan. He didn't say anything to her as he took care of the condom and righted his clothes nor while she adjusted her panties and skirt.