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I’d just handed it to him, without hesitation, because he fucked like a God and drove me mad for his dick.

What was he doing to me?

Our breathing returned to normal, and he slid out of me, peppering my spine with kisses. He lifted me up, massaged my shoulders and adjusted us so I was straddling his lap, his back to the headboard and propped up by pillows. He bent his knees, caging me in and I relaxed against his thighs.

“Hi,” I said. “Good morning.”

He pushed hair off my face, kept his hand at the back of my head. Smiled.

My belly flipped and flopped.

“Good morning.” He tugged me to him, kissed me. It was the perfect kiss, the perfect amount of pressure and softness and firmness all wrapped up into the scent of us mingled together, and I melted into his hold.

“I need to get home,” I said, pulling back, “so I can get ready for work today.”

“Then you better get off me before I take you again.”

A moment, I debated. Sex twice in the morning?

He laughed, ran his thumb over my heating cheeks. “As much as I can see you like that idea, you’re right. We’ve got a busy day and we need to get in early so no one realizes we came together.”

Ah. Good point. Considering he was the owner and President, and our company didn’t have a fraternization policy, it wasn’t a huge deal.

But no girl wanted to be the cliché assistant banging her boss, even if the banging was fantastic, and she was the cliché.

I climbed off him, cringing from the aches throughout my body and grabbed his shirt on the floor.

He stood up and walked naked to his dresser, digging through a drawer and then tugging on a pair of boxers. “Brush your teeth and get ready, whatever you need to do. I’ll go get coffee made.”

* * *

I put the PowerPoint printouts in the file and tapped it on my desk. The movement was difficult with Bennett’s hand on my ass distracting my every thought. It was Thursday, and Bennett and I had spent the last hour going over the presentation he was sending me to do on his behalf.

Apparently, he’d grown tired of working.

“Do you know how many times I’ve wanted to do this?” he asked, his hand making another sweep across my hip, down the curve of my ass, to my thigh.

I looked at him over my shoulder. “You’ve mentioned it.”

“Swear it, Rebecca. Your ass in these tight skirts, you could drive a man to a heart attack when you walk on by, the sway of your hips.”

Somehow, he made sexy talk sweet and thrilling. I stood, propped my hip on my desk. He was throwing me into one of the biggest days of my career so far. “Can I do this today?”

“Wouldn’t send you if I didn’t think you could.”

I had to leave soon, and my nerves had reached mach-freak-out level approximately ten hours ago.

I tried to push down the nerves swirling in my gut. “You think that much of me?”

I couldn’t screw this up. One wrong move in front of the board and I could succeed in losing the first client Bennett ever made me responsible for. Talk about screwing the boss.

“I think, Rebecca, that you could probably do anything you wanted if you put your mind to it enough. You have that fortitude in you. Something I admire.”

I blinked my lashes so rapidly he fluttered in front of me. “You—you admire me?”

“Wouldn’t have told HR to hire you if I didn’t.”

“What?” My God. This man. My mind was whirling. “I thought, but, Cami said you didn’t want to be bothered with finding a new assistant and since I’ve been here longest, that’s why I was promoted.”