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What are you doing? flashes on my phone screen. It's been almost an hour since Braden left and Brooke and I ordered a pizza. I actually have a bit trouble breathing at how much I ate, but, well ... I really love pizza. Let that be my excuse.

Pigging myself out with the pizza ... & watchin a rlly hot scene with a rlly hot guy. Yum. ;)

I can't help but tease Braden. I hope he knows I'm only joking around because Brooke and I are watching San Andreas and it's keeping me interested enough to not fall asleep. It's actually a really good movie.

Braden texts me back a few minutes later. That's not even remotely funny to me, Rory.

I don't know how can a person sound angry through the text, but I swear I felt the anger and the jealousy through the text alone. I bite my lip.

Jealous? I type back with a smile.

He responds with, Extremely. Wish I was there. To cuddle with you.

Oh, my. My heart stops in my chest and then starts beating so fast I fear it might flee out of my chest. Jesus, I can't keep up with Braden. I'll get a heart attack once because of him, no joke.

I wish that too :( I send him, purposefully adding a sad smiley.

His response doesn't come that fast, not that I expect it to. I'm actually more surprised when he answers me quickly, seeming at how busy he is all the time.

''He hasn't been gone for a full hour and he's already texting you?'' Brooke says with a pure disbelief written on her face.

I shrug at her and grin sheepishly. ''I'm not complaining.''

Brooke rolls her eyes and throws a pillow over her face, groaning in it. I narrow my eyes at her. ''Don't be a hater,'' I say, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

Brooke chuckles, throwing a pillow at my grim face. ''I'm not!'' she exclaims on a giggle. ''But, Jesus Christ, you two really can't go without each other a full day, huh?'' I know she's only teasing and I know she's happy for both of us, so I don't take her words too personally.

I shrug, looking down. I play with the blanket as a small smile falls on my face. ''I can say for myself that I can't, no.'' And I don't even feel any shame admitting that. Yes, I'm in love. Yes, I want to spend every damn second with the man I love. So sue me.

Brooke huffs. ''Only for yourself, Rory? Like Braden could go a day without you?'' Her tone is ridiculous, a clear sign that she can't believe I'd think something like that.

I still stare down at the blanket, blinking at it. ''He might,'' I say carefully. I don't know why I say that or if I even think that. I don't really know anything. I know his feelings for me and his actions clearly prove that he's insanely happy when I'm near him, but he's still so very closed-off that I wonder if I'll ever learn to read him fully and get used to him in that way.

''Are you even hearing yourself now?'' Brooke cries out. When I lift my head she's looking at me like she sees me for the first time. ''Can you believe me if I tell you that Braden never acted that way over any woman? Not even Victoria, for God's sake!'' She shakes her head at me and lowers her voice down. ''Rory, he's head over heels in love with you. Don't doubt his feelings for you, because they clearly run deep.''

I purse my lips and stare at Brooke, not even blinking. I trust her words, of course. She knows him way better and she knows him since they were little. And her saying that fills me up with so much love and warmness I fear my chest is going to explode. ''Well, then,'' I awkwardly say. ''This is really nice to hear,'' I confess.

''It's the truth,'' Brooke says softly. I smile at her in gratitude.

My phone indicates me I get another text and I open it immediately.

I have a request.

My eyebrows draw together.

Anything, I type back. And I mean it. I'd do anything for him – whatever he asked for, I'd do it.

I'm waiting for that text, impatient. I worry my bottom lip with my teeth and bounce my leg up and down in expectation as to what is Braden going to ask from me. The text shows on my phone and I almost drop it from my hands.

Move in with me.

I stare down at the text, my heart racing fast against my ribcage.

Oh, my god.

I know he asked me to move in with him yesterday, but I didn't think he was serious. God. I do want to move in with him, I really do. But I have my doubts and fears, still, and I don't think I'm ready to leave that comfort yet.

I sigh, battling with myself. I doubt he'll give up easily if he truly wants this. He can be quite persistent if he wants to and there's no doubt I'll be living with him soon.

We'll see

I send him and put the phone down, my wide eyes staring straight forward, but not seeing anything, my chest expanded. My body is fighting a battle as to why I should move in with Braden and then my mind lists the reasons why I shouldn't.

I rub my eyes and massage my temples. I can't think right now, I can't decide so fast. I need some time because this is not a decision you should make on an impulse.

So I continue watching the movie without seeing much.

***

I stir awake as I'm being lifted and moved away. I don't manage to fully wake up, I only sense a warm, hard body cradling me close.

''Braden,'' I mumble, not even trying to open my eyes.

''Shh,'' comes the soothing, familiar voice in a whisper. ''I'm here, baby.'' He kisses my temple and I sigh in content, putting my head on his chest and nuzzle into him.

I let out a protesting sound when he lays me down on the bed and I lose the warmth of him. I lift my arms up to let him know that he should come back to me. I hear the clothes rustle and the longer I don't touch him, more restless I become, moaning out in protest.

I feel him then, tugging at my clothes. I let him and my body calms down at his familiar touch, my arms stay stretched out in front of me for him, regardless.

When I feel him undress me, leaving me only in my underwear, I feel the bed dip and he places his hands on my hands, putting them on his chest and he hugs me close to his body. I sigh again and nuzzle into his warm, comfortable body, wrapping myself around him completely.

I feel him kiss the top of my head before I fall back into deep slumber.

***

The morning comes all too soon and the ringing of my phone makes me sit up in bed with fright. I blink a few times to clear my sight and see that it's already a day outside.

I grab the ringing phone in my hand and see Braden's name written on the screen. I don't hesitate to answer it. ''Hey, Braden,'' I greet him. My voice is low and still groggy from the sleep.

''Good morning, Rory. I'm sorry if I woke you up,'' his smooth, deep voice greets me back, making me close my eyes and lean my head back on the headboard.

He's forgiven instantly, of course, because if his voice is the first thing I get to hear in the morning, I can wake up at 5 am even I have to. ''Don't be. Is everything alright?'' I ask, now on alert and fully awake.

''Yes, yes,'' he rushes out. ''I have a request,'' he says deeply.

My heart stops completely and the air sticks in my throat. ''Braden ...'' I warn him, not prepared to have this conversation so soon after I just woke up.

''No, not like the one I made yesterday. Well, that request still stands, of course, and we still need to discuss it. But I think I forgot some important documents on the living room table last night and I need them delivered here as soon as possible. Could you bring them to me?''

My heart calms down and starts beating at a normal pace again and I can fully breathe. ''Yes, of course,'' I say softly. ''Where do I bring them, though?'' I'm actually ashamed of not knowing the exact address of Braden's firm.

''My driver will be waiting for you to take you here. He knows where to.''

''Okay. I'll just dress and grab something to eat and then I'll come,'' I tell him, already standing up.

''Thank you,'' Braden breathes and I can hear breath leave his mouth. I guess these documents are really important to him.

I take a quick shower and comb my hair back so they're not falling over my face and then apply a minimal of makeup, just to not look like a pure disaster, walking into Braden's fancy firm.

I give more thought into clothes, though, picking out my pencil skirt and a white blouse with high heels. That should do. I grab a bagel from the kitchen and Braden's documents from the table, my purse and my coat and eat the bagel while I walk down the stairs.

I smile as I see Jeff standing by the car, but then I feel kind of bad, thinking he had to wait for me in this cold.

''Hey, Jeff. I hope you didn't have to wait for me too long,'' I tell him apologetically.

Jeff nods at me, opening the door. ''Hello, Miss Warren. I didn't wait for that long, no.''

I smile at him again as I slide in the car onto the comfortable seats and a warm car. Jeff comes into the car and we take off, manoeuvring through the New Jersey's streets and I'm thankful that there are not that many cars on them so it doesn't take us that much time to arrive at our destination.

I keep my eyes focused on where we're going, of course, and when we stop at a sky high building my eyes almost bug out. ''This is where Braden works?'' I breathe out in astonishment, my head leaning all the way back so I can see the top of the building from the car window.

Jeff nods. ''That's his company, yes,'' he confirms.

I swallow nervously. I don't know when I'll accept who Braden is and how much money he truly has. ''Thank you,'' I tell Jeff and step out of the car, tightly holding my purse and Braden's documents in my hand. I subconsciously straighten my clothes and I shiver as I step out in the cold, crisp winter air. I wrap the coat tighter around me.

I go into the magnificent building that intimidates the town and stands out upon other buildings around. When I come in, a warm air hits my cheeks and my bare legs and a silence and peace greet me.

I go to the counter where a woman is seated behind, wearing a head mic, her lips moving at a high speed, her eyes never leaving her computer screen. I wait for her to acknowledge me, taking that time to look around the huge area. Everything is very polished and very masculine. There are windows from floor to ceiling around, making the place look bright. There are a few flowers, but nothing that stands out too much.

When the woman still doesn't look at me, I make myself present. ''Excuse me.'' She briefly glances at me, looking me up and down. She tells the person that she was speaking so animatedly to hold up a second.

''Can I help you?'' Her tone is crisp, in a full business mode. She looks really young. She wears minimal makeup and has her dirty blonde hair pulled up in a tight bun. She wears a white blouse with a black jacket over it, not wearing any piece of jewellery.

''Yes, hello. I'm here to take these documents to Braden.'' I wave the papers I have in my hand to show her.

The woman looks at her computer again and then down at the notepad. ''He's not expecting anyone,'' she tells me in a perfectly even tone of hers.

''Well, he called me about half an hour ago that he forgot these documents and if I can deliver them to him.''

The woman looks at me sceptically. ''Uh-huh,'' she says. ''May I ask for your name?''

''Rory Warren.''

She looks at her computer again, clicking through the pages. And then lists through the notepad. ''He's not expecting you,'' she tells me one more time.

I put my hands on the counter and lean a bit on it. ''I'm his girlfriend,'' I tell her. I don't know why, but I guess I thought she'd let me up.

The woman sighs and stops browsing through her notepad. ''Get in the line, honey. I've heard that before.''

I guess there's no letting me up. ''Excuse me?'' I ask, shocked. I shake my head. ''No, it's not what you think. Just call him and –''

''Please, Ms Warren, you should leave before making a scene and a total fool out of yourself.''

My mouth hangs open. ''Wha—no, can you call Braden, please?''

''He is to not be disturbed. I'm sorry,'' she says in a clipped tone, not sorry at all.

''Okay. Then I'll call him,'' I tell her, a little frustrated. I take the phone out of my purse and dial Braden's number. It doesn't take long for him to pick up and I cut straight to the business. ''I'm downstairs and they don't let me up.''

Braden groans. ''Wait a second. I'll be right down.'' And he hangs up.

I cross my arms in front of my chest, the woman is already typing furiously on the computer, completely unbothered.

One of the elevators pings and Braden strolls out in all his glory and powerfulness. My lips get dry, looking at him coming towards me like a storm, his eyes blazing. He comes stand by my side, gripping my elbow, and placing a kiss on my temple. Then, he turns to the woman behind the counter who's now standing up, staring at us with wide eyes. ''You're fired,'' Braden says to her with no emotion at all.

The woman's eyes widen and they get teary. I stand there with my mouth hanging open, staring at Braden like he's lost his damn head.

''I want your desk cleared when I come back down,'' he tells the poor woman who's on the verge of losing it. ''Follow me,'' he says to me and starts walking away.

''Oh, my God,'' I say as the shock disappears from my body. I turn to the woman. ''You're not fired. Jesus,'' I say in exasperation, running after Braden in my high heels. ''Braden!'' I call after him, but he doesn't stop. ''Damn you!'' I go into the elevator behind him.

When I'm about to open my mouth, he puts a finger over it. ''Not a word, Rory,'' he says.

I blink at him. Once. Twice. ''What?'' I ask him. I shake my head. ''What?'' I repeat, this time louder, putting my hands on my hips.

The elevator door opens and he walks out before me. He's like a hurricane on legs, but that doesn't stop me. ''You are in no way going to speak to me like that, Braden!'' I rage at his back, completely oblivious to the people giving us secretive glances.

He leads us to his office, not saying a word back to me. He closes the door and I attack him again. ''Are you insane? You can't fire her!''

''I can. And I damn will,'' he throws back at me.

''No, you bloody well won't! She was doing her job. You pay her for that, remember?'' I don't know why I'm so angry over this, but I don't want that poor woman to lose her job. It's not her fault and I don't hold any grudge toward her. She was doing her job and I understand that.

''Doing her job, Rory? It's not her job to disrespect my girlfriend!'' Braden says loudly, his body all tense.

''You're a bit overreacting, don't you think?'' I ask him, my tone hinting on sarcasm.

I'm pushed against the door in merely seconds, Braden's body pressed against mine, his hands having mine pressed up, back against the door. All air leaves my body.

''Overreacting, huh?'' he says lowly, putting his leg between my legs, forcing them apart. He closes his mouth over my jaw, slowly biting on it.

''Braden, what are you doing?'' I ask, a bit uncomfortable at the place he chose to show me his affection.

He grips my wrists in one hand, his other travelling down my body, settling on my hip where he squeezes. ''If I want to fire someone because they're disrespecting you, I will, Rory.'' He gazes deeply into my eyes. ''They don't have any right speaking to you like that.''

I gasp. ''Brad—'' he doesn't let me finish, putting his lips on mine in a hard, demanding kiss. He presses his body tighter against mine, angling my head with his hand to the position he wants it while he dominates my mouth with his tongue.

I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling his head closer to me, kissing him back fiercely, rubbing against him.

He starts tugging at my coat, trying to open the buttons. I let him and when he opens it, pushing it on the floor, his hands go directly on my butt, squeezing it, before he goes lower, putting his palms on my thighs.

He breaks the kiss, looking down at my body and I see his eyes widen. ''God, you're so sexy, you're going to make me lose my mind.'' His hands travel back up, bringing my skirt up with him, his hands placing on my butt again.

I put my hands on his forearms, searching for that little common sense that's left inside of me. ''Braden, we're in your office. We can't.''

He looks at me seriously, lifting an eyebrow. ''Says who?''

It's hard not to roll my eyes at him. ''I only brought you the documents ...'' I try to lift them to show them to him, but I frown when I notice my hands are empty. I look on the floor and see I dropped the documents on the floor in the thick haze of lust Braden put me in. I gasp as Braden lifts me up and I have no choice but to wrap my legs around his torso. ''Wait, no, they're –''

Braden latches his lips on my neck, sucking gently. ''I couldn't care less about those documents, Rory,'' Braden says, his teeth grazing against my neck softly as he speaks, his lips brushing against my skin, making my eyes roll back in pleasure. He stares deeply into my eyes as he starts walking. ''My driver could deliver them here. Alone. But I missed you and I wanted to see you.'' He grins like a small boy who's been caught doing something naughty.

The strings pull at my heart as his words settle in my brain. I don't know what to reply him so instead of using words, I lean down and kiss him, transferring my feelings that can't be put into words into the kiss alone, kissing him tenderly and passionately with a purpose and need.

Braden returns the kiss with as much excitement as me, his hold on my butt getting tighter. He puts me down on the desk, not even once breaking our kiss.

My legs lock behind his back, pulling him even closer to me. I feel his erection pressing directly at my wet centre through his slacks, making me grin against him. He groans in my mouth, his hands start tugging at my blouse.

He gets frustrated and pulls at the material, ripping it so the buttons go flying on the floor. I gasp into his mouth in surprise and disbelief at what he did but is soon replaced with something else – something more pleasurable, when he pushes my bra down enough to expose my breasts to the air and his lips extract from my lips, finding my breasts as a new prize.

His lips suck on my perked nipple, his other hand being pressed on my other breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers. I arch my back, pressing into his touch, moaning loudly, calling out his name.

''Yes,'' Braden hisses. ''I want to hear you,'' comes his demand.

He's back on my lips again, his mouth moving with a demand and possessiveness. My breathing speeds up as his hand disappears from my breast and I feel it on my thighs, hitching higher, but not reaching the goal. He teases me by rubbing my thigh up and down, his warm palm against my hot skin.

I mewl as his fingers softly graze the outside of my drenched panties. His touch is light, a feather-like but my senses are so high that I feel every small touch of him, sense every movement he makes. My senses are focused entirely on him.

Suddenly, his hands tug the thin material of my panties apart, ripping them. My breathing stops and then comes out in ragged breaths, my pussy throbbing with the need of him to touch it, to do something to release the pressure. My thighs want to squeeze together, but that only makes me squeeze his hips since I have my legs still locked around him, making him aware how crazy in lust he has me already.

Braden smiles down at me with pure male satisfaction, his eyes boring deep into me as his fingers press against my perked bud, pressing on it. His eyes never once leave my face.

He unlocks my ankles then, putting my legs down as he sits back on the chair, rolling himself closer and pulling at my legs so I surge forward, my crotch now directly at his face. I blush, feeling shy. I have the urge to close my legs again, but Braden stops the movement with his hands successfully and tsks me, his eyes staring at me with a seriousness and a warning.

That look on him while he has me spread in front of him like that ... My low stomach clenches as the pure need swirls in there. I become restless on the desk, shifting my hips, showing him that he needs to do something about my state.

He licks his lips, slowly, making sure I watch him – and, God, do I watch him. My body tightens at the movement, my hips shifting again. It's painful that I can't do anything but just wait, spread before him, completely at his mercy. It's frustrating, but also purely erotic, because I trust him enough to know how to put an end to my torture.

His head slowly, too slow for my liking, leans down and the first feel of his tongue on my pussy makes me lift my hips up and Braden has to wrap his hands around my thighs, stilling my movements. ''Keep still and let me taste you.''

My arms almost cave in as he puts his lips back on my pussy again, his tongue swirling around that bundle of nerves, sucking on my clit. It's too good. It's hard to keep my eyes open and trained on Braden, no matter how much I want to. The pure pleasure and the intensity of it makes wants to shut my eyes, but I fight to keep them open, just for the pleasure of seeing Braden between my legs.

Braden inserts first one finger into me, testing how wet I am, and then inserts the second one, stretching me out. He looks at me from under his lashes, his look smouldering, his eyes shining in pure need. My breath catches in my throat and I bite my bottom lip, trying hard not to come just by his look alone.

He feels me clench around his fingers and he smirks, knowing I'm close. He's relentless, his moves not pausing, his tongue working on my clit like it's made for this act.

When he softly pings my clit with his thumb and his fingers almost hit my G-spot, I'm done for, crying out his name as loud as I can as the millions of little dots blur in front of my eyes, my body shuddering as the waves of pleasure travel through me.

Braden's lips are on mine before I can open my eyes and come back down to Earth. I kiss him back, lazily, the waves of the orgasm he just gave me still travelling through my body.

''You have no idea how hot you look when you come. I'd like nothing more but to see this face every day. And knowing it's me who can put it on you ...'' His lips pull up at the corners, brushing tenderly against mine.

My eyes slowly open and I lazily blink up at him. ''I think it's time for you to have that look on your face, too.''

Braden throws his head back and laughs, his throat bobbles, his eyes crinkle. I attach my lips to his magnificently exposed throat and his laughter instantly dies down. I wrap my legs around him, pulling his hips forward so they rest between my legs. I feel his cock, hard and big, pressing on my thigh.

I put my hand directly on it, stroking him. Braden groans softly, a low primal groan coming from the back of his throat, which makes my pussy clench.

He lifts me from the desk and he sits down on the chair, putting me directly on his erection, making me grind on it subconsciously.

He wraps his hand in my hair, pulling my head down as he kisses me urgently, his lips furiously working against mine, showing me exactly how much he wants me and how turned on he is. I want to smile with the satisfaction of knowing I put him in that state.

I try to unbutton his dress shirt, but I get frustrated of so many buttons, so I just give up and go straight for his slacks, unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning the button and pulling the zipper down. He helps me get the slacks down by lifting his hips.

My hand instantly searches for his cock, grabbing it, feeling his smooth skin. Braden's pupils dilate as he stares right into my eyes with so much intensity it makes my insides shudder.

His palm suddenly wraps behind my neck and he pulls my head down so our faces are only millimetres apart. ''I love you, Rory. I love you beyond words,'' he surprises me by suddenly admitting with a raw vulnerability that shakes my bones.

There's nothing but pure sincerity shining through his eyes. I press my forehead to his. ''I love you, too. Without doubts.''

He takes my blouse off with desperation, pushing my bra down. His lips wrap around my breast once again, tugging at my erect nipple. I close my eyes at the sensation of having his mouth on my tender breasts.

Without any warning, I grab his cock, lift myself up, and slowly insert him inside of me, sitting down. His mouth releases my nipple and a low moan of pure male pleasure comes out of him, mixing with my own, softer one.

''Yes,'' he hisses. ''Ride me. Make us both come.''

I move on him, creating a pace that suits us both the best. I circle my hips around and his hands go on my waist, squeezing it. He nibbles at my jaw softly, his five o'clock shadow scratching my soft skin, but the feeling of it against my tender skin is welcome and it drives me wild for some reason.

''You feel so good, baby. So good ...'' his voice is hoarse and strained, a clear sign that he's completely turned on.

His hips thrust up, meeting my moves and his hands help me guide over him. Even though I'm on top of him, he keeps the control and I let him. I'm a puppet in his hands.

His phone suddenly rings, making me jump up and bounce on his cock, making him groan loudly and I moan as I feel a slight pain of such a harsh move. He's big, too big to make any hasty moves, I learn.

Braden curses quietly under his breath and one of his hands snakes behind my back. ''Stay here and don't move,'' he orders, staring me in the eyes so I know he's serious.

I salute him. ''Yes, sir.''

His lips lift up in a small smirk and he clears his throat, answering the phone. ''What?''

I roll my eyes. Doesn't he have any manners? How do people even feel, being treated like that by him?

''I don't have time for this right now, Mirella. I'm currently occupied.'' His eyes look pointedly at me and because I'm evil like that, I circle my hips.

He inhales sharply, his eyes narrowing on me as his hand, that's still holding my hip, tightens so it almost starts to hurt.

I bite my lip and put my hands on his shoulders. I don't know what gets into me, but I start to move on him with slow, lazy moves, but they're enough to bring pleasure out of him.

I put one of my hands on my collar bone, bringing it slowly down, grabbing my breast. His eyes follow my every move. They get darker and I feel him twitch inside of me so I start moving even faster.

My hands travel down on its own, to my clit, where it starts rubbing, bringing me an intense pleasure. My pace fastens, my breathing gets faster as the pleasure grows in me.

''No, reschedule,'' Braden says, his voice coming out almost as a moan. His eyes are trained on my hand between my legs and on his cock moving in and out of me.

I lean my head on his shoulder, putting my mouth close to his ear. ''You better end the call soon, because I'm going to come,'' I whisper in his ear, slamming down hard on him.

This time, Braden does moan and his head falls back on the chair. ''I'll call you back in few. There's something I need to take care of. Urgently,'' Braden hisses and slams the phone down on the desk.

He lifts me up and lays me back down on the table, putting his elbows on the desk on the either side of my body, his face above me a few inches away. He thrusts into me and he doesn't hold back. He knows I'm close and with a few thrusts, he finds my G-spot and there the force of an orgasm surprises me so soon, my head swirls and I can't see anything but black for a few moments, furiously moaning out his name.

Braden finds my lips, putting his own on them and kisses me hard, pulling at my lower lip. He doesn't give me much time to recover, because his hand is between my legs in mere seconds, rubbing at my clit again.

My body jolts up, not prepared for his touch so soon. My clit it still sensitive and my body is still shaking in post-orgasm waves.

I try to move away from his hand, shifting my body, but he holds me still. ''Braden, no ...'' I mumble into his mouth as a breathless plea.

''Yes,'' he says. ''One more.''

My eyes shut tight. It's too much. I feel so full with his cock moving in and out of me, his hands working magic on my clit. Oh, God. It's too much.

I come again and this time I can't do anything more than throw my head back down on the desk and close my eyes as my pussy clenches around him.

''God, yes,'' I barely hear Braden before he stills and I feel him filling me with his semen, his head falling into the crook of my neck, kissing my skin there.

His breath fans over my hot skin, his chest is moving up and down with every breath he takes. My arms are lifelessly lying on the desk as I try to calm down.

I suddenly hear Braden chuckle, my skin vibrates where he has his lips pressed down. He lifts his head from my neck, looking down at me, brushing my hair away from my face. ''You're too tempting,'' he says, pecking my lips. ''I can't seem to resist you.''

I smile back with a big, sincere smile, thrusting my hands into his soft hair. ''I could say the same about you,'' I admit to him.

His eyes shine with pure happiness and it's such a good look on him ... it really suits him. He lets me sit up on the desk and I blush with embarrassment when I see what a mess we've done to his office. I hope no one comes in here anytime soon because they'd probably get a heart attack, seeing that Braden's always so neat and collected and everything's in place.

I shake my head, smiling big.

''What are you smiling about?'' Braden asks in a murmur as he zips his pants and readjusts his tie.

I jump down from the desk, frowning at my torn blouse and the buttons lying on the floor. ''You know, I've never had sex in an office before,'' I tell him lightly, trying to fix my clothing the best I can.

Braden smirks as he stands straight, back to being the usual self as if nothing happened a few minutes before. Damn him for hiding his feelings so good and collecting himself together so soon. I'm sure I look like a hot mess, standing in the ruined clothes that hang from my body now, my hair all messed and I'm sure my face has that gleam on it that anyone who'd see me would know what happened between me and Braden.

''To think about it ... It's my first time in the office, too.'' His tongue grazes his top teeth slowly, his sinful eyes staring right through me.

His look momentarily stops my movements, distracting me. My eyes narrow on his mouth and my thighs clench together.

Jesus, I'm a sucker for this man.

His eyes suddenly fall down on his watch. ''I have a conference in exactly seven minutes.'' He straightens his suit that doesn't really need any straightening. ''How do I look?''

My eyebrows lift and I cross my arms in front of me. ''Dangerously handsome. But you already knew that. Fishing for compliments, Mr Campbell?'' I tease him.

He steps towards me with long, purposeful steps, his gaze on me is a stare of a predator. I stop breathing.

When he's close enough to touch me, his arms go around me, falling on my butt and he squeezes both of my cheeks, pulling me to his body. I yelp in surprise, putting my hands flat on his chest.

He wraps my mouth in a hot kiss that leaves my toes curling and my hands grabbing for him, silently begging him to take me again.

He growls against my mouth as he pulls back. His hands squeeze my ass cheeks again. ''You better get out of here before I take you again and cancel that conference.''

I chuckle and pull away from him, turning towards the door. I pick up those documents I dropped before, making sure that when I bend down, he gets a full display of my ass in that tight skirt. I hide my smirk as I hear him inhale sharply and when I stand back up, turning to him, he's standing in the middle of his office beside his desk, dominating the space, his legs wide, his hands in his pockets, his eyes burning holes into me.

''Here are your documents, sir,'' I drop my voice low at the last word, seeing with satisfaction how his eyes widen.

I put the papers down on his desk. His eyes watch my every single move, not missing anything. It seems like he's frozen in the place.

I turn to walk out. ''Rory,'' he calls and I turn around, my coat hanging from my hands. ''You can't really go out like this.'' He points at my clothes and frowns.

I look down at the ruined blouse and I feel the absence of the panties. I wrap my coat around myself and shrug. ''That's entirely your fault.''

I blow him a kiss and turn to walk out of the door, hearing a, ''Jesus, woman,'' behind me before I close the door with a chuckle.

As I go down, I find that woman that prevented me going up in Braden's office, clearing her desk, her body shaking slightly and I hear her sniffles.

A lump forms in my throat. ''Hey, stop,'' I tell her.

Her head jerks up in surprise and she quickly starts to wipe her eyes with her hands, smearing her mascara all over her face. I frown. ''Stop. You're not fired,'' I say fiercely with a firm tone so she understands I'm serious.

She sniffles again as the new tears well up in her eyes. ''I'm sorry, but Mr Campbell's my boss and unless I hear it from him, I can't follow anyone else's orders.'' Her voice comes out choked and small, not at all polished like before.

I sigh. ''Stop packing. I'll make sure Braden doesn't fire you.'' I level her with my stare and then take out my phone and quickly type Braden a text.

Fire her and I won't speak to you anymore.

I type every word out because I usually just shorten out words. I'm a lazy texter, yes. And I may have sounded childish in the text I send him, but if it works, I don't care. And I really hope he knows I'm serious.

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Hey hey hey!! Look who's back! And with a new chapter! I missed you all so much in these three weeks I've been gone :(. I'm happy to be back now, though. 

Hope you liked this chapter! x