Page 143 of The Christmas Trap

"And if you hadn’t faced your fears and agreed to take on the role of CEO, I wouldn’t be able to focus on what I love to do." His features grow tender.

“I love you.” The words burst out of me. “I love you so much.”

His eyes flash. He opens his mouth, and it seems like he’s going to respond in kind, but then he simply lowers his mouth and kisses me deeply. There’s so much feeling, so much heart, so much love in the kiss, my head spins. By the time we break apart, I’m trembling.

He looks at me with what I can only describe as a love light in his eyes. I know, without a doubt, that he loves me. With the handover, we’ve spent so much time together the last three days. His focus, his attention to detail, the pains he took to bring me up to speed with the business—that, too, was a kind of love he showed for me.

So why hasn’t he told me so yet? Argh, this man is so annoying. But he did ask me for time. And I know, he’ll tell me when he’s ready.

I push aside all doubt and smile up at him. "Was it a good day for you too?"

"The best." He walks over to sit in my big armchair, placing me on his lap so I’m straddling him.

"I agreed to invest in a startup that provides a digital platform which matches veterans to civilian jobs based on their military skill sets and temperament."

I lean back in his arms and stare in admiration. "That’s incredible. You've combined the thrill of funding new ventures with the satisfaction of working for veterans’ causes.”

"Absolutely." His smile grows wider.

"God, you’re so intelligent, it makes me want to kiss your head off." I dip my head and press my lips to his.

He makes a growling sound at the back of his throat.

And when I wriggle closer, so my core is positioned exactly over the tent that’s forming at his crotch, he hisses out a breath. "Fuck."

"Yeah." My heartbeat picks up.

"You feel bloody good, exactly there." He squeezes my hips and holds me in place. And when he experimentally punches up his pelvis, he hits my clit with the ridge of his cock, and I gasp.

"Oh."

"That all you have for me, wife?" He begins to rub me up and down the column of his shaft, and though we both have our clothes on, within seconds, we're panting.

"Oh my God." I throw my head back, baring the column of my neck. He obligingly bends his head and runs his nose up my throat, then down again.

When he bites down on where my shoulder meets my neck, I cry out, "Brody!"

"Much better." He picks up speed and pistons his hips upward, bringing me down at the same time. He hits me exactly on my swollen clit. My entire body shudders. Shock waves scream up my spine. "Oh God. Oh God. I’m coming."

He stops. "Not yet."

It takes a few seconds for me to realize he’s standing and has placed me on my desk.

He pushes me down with his palm pressed to my chest. Without any resistance, my vibrating body sinks back. I glance up as he steps between my legs. My very tight skirt is gathered around my hips. My jacket is undone. As are the top two buttons of my shirt.

Jeez, when did that happen?

He twists first one arm, then the other, over my head, shackles them together with his long fingers, then reaches for the rope, the same one I first noticed on his desk.

"What are you doing?"

He arches his eyebrows. "I’m gonna tie up my wife and make her orgasm. Any objections to that?"

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Brody

After I fucked the new CEO of Davenport Capital in her office, on her desk, I kissed her forehead and accompanied her home.