"Good morning, gorgeous."

A smooth voice woke me from my peaceful slumber. I rolled over and smiled "Morning yourself."

"You feeling ok?"

I nodded, shivering as he trailed his fingers down my stomach. "You?"

He leaned over and pecked my lips. "Better than ever."

I rolled back over in an attempt to climb out of bed, but I barely got one leg out of the covers before he wound his hands around my middle, kissing my back and pulling me against him. The warmth of his chest and the solidity he offered were becoming dangerously addictive even after one night.

As he started kissing his way across the back of my shoulders, I closed my eyes and relaxed. When he moved to my neck, gently nipping at my skin in between kisses, I couldn't help the small moan that escaped me. I could feel his erection pressed against my back and all I could think about was how amazing he'd felt inside me last night. The more I thought about our frenzied sex in the hallway, the more excited I became.

He slipped a hand down between my legs, letting out a quiet groan as he felt how turned on I was. "Are you always so ready?"

I blushed and simply replied, "You turn me on."

Lifting my ass slightly, he repositioned himself and slid inside me, nibbling at my shoulder. "I think that's the best news I've heard yet."

He moved with a slow, teasing rhythm, coaxing me to my blissful place with such a languid pace my desperation to reach it almost made me want to scream at him. He grazed one hand over my breasts whilst the other held my hair back from my neck, giving him all the access he desired.

I lifted my left arm and reached behind me, raking my hand through his hair, pulling him down closer to me. He bit at the crook of my neck, sending jolts of electricity straight between my legs. As he brushed his thumb over my nipple, I sucked in a sharp breath. I didn't know what to think about—his mouth, his hand, or his dick. All of the amazing sensations flooding me at once was nothing short of pure ecstasy.

After a couple of minutes, he picked up the pace and skimmed his hand down my stomach to my clit. He started playing, matching the rhythm of his fingers to that of his hips. As my sweet release coiled tighter in my core, I truly felt like I was floating on a cloud of divinity. Nothing could be better than this. Sex with Paul Connors was mind blowing. I grinned and bit my lip—I'd been right from the beginning—he was, in fact, a God. A sex God.

A delicious buzz coursed through me, slowly increasing in intensity as my relief came closer and closer with every touch, every move in and out of me. I wished I could lay like this with him for days—I would never get enough.

When he took my earlobe in between his teeth, I fell over my edge, crying out in joy as I revelled in my leisurely fall of ecstasy. Seconds later, he stilled and groaned, kissing the side of my head as his own enjoyment spilled into me.

He ran his fingers down my side and kissed my shoulder. "I don't think I'll ever get enough of you."

My heart skipped a beat as my insides warmed with happiness. "Same."

The shrill ringing of his phone obliterated our sexy Sunday morning into a million pieces, interrupting the moment completely. He groaned in frustration and rolled away from me, reaching over the edge of the bed for his jeans.

"Shit." He leapt out of bed, pulling his jeans on with one hand as he greeted the caller. "Hi, Dad..."

I frowned at his worried tone of voice and pulled the duvet up around my chin.

"Yes, Dad...no, Dad...yes, ok...I'm sorry, ok? I left my phone on silent in my pocket. No, I'm not...yes...yes, ok...bye."

He sighed and stuffed his phone back in his pocket as he ran his hands through his hair. He took a deep breath and then met my eye contact. His beautiful sapphire eyes were full of stress and concern, his handsome face streaked with panic. I'd never seen a look like this on him and I definitely didn't like it.

"Everything ok?" I asked.

He forced a smile, but the anxiety in his eyes didn't lessen at all. "Yeah, everything is fine." He pulled his t-shirt on, then picked his socks up from the floor. "Listen, I hate to kiss and run but I really need to go."

I faked my own smile, trying to hide my disappointment. "Ok. No doubt I'll have Molly ringing soon anyway."

He sat down on the bed and pulled his socks on. A minute or so later, he jumped up and walked around to my side of the bed, leaning over me to give me a deep kiss. "I'll call you later, ok?"

"Sure."

With that, he bounded down the stairs before roaring down the street in his car.

***

All day Sunday I watched my phone, eager for any call or text from him. I ventured round to Molly's to give her as few of the details as possible, staying for something to eat just to help take my mind off the ever-absent Paul.

I found it very unnerving how a guy could have such a profound effect on me, especially after such a short amount of time. Usually, I enjoyed my freedom more than being with a man, yet here I was, checking my phone every two minutes and moping around because one hadn't called.

When Monday morning came around, I woke up and grabbed my phone, hoping to see a text or missed call whilst I'd been asleep but there was nothing. My heart sank. My mind started wandering, filling with anxiety as I cursed myself for thinking that this could have been anything other than a one-night stand. All I'd done was properly fulfil the role of a slutty PA.

By the time I'd dressed myself, I'd played out at least twenty scenarios in my head of the directors calling me in for a disciplinary meeting, detailing my extracurricular activities for all to hear, then sacking me.

By the time I locked the house and jumped in the car to head to work, I had, in my imagination, lost my house, lost my car, moved into a house share just to have a roof over my head, and had a job on minimum wage canning beans in a factory.

As I drove to work, I forced myself to suck in deep breaths and count to ten. Being a drama queen would help nothing and no-one. There would be a reasonable explanation for his lack of communication.

I arrived at work, walking into the office with my breath held. As soon as I realised I was the first one in, my anxiety lessened a few degrees. I made myself of cup of tea and as soon as I took my first sip, realised what an idiot I'd been worrying myself sick for the last hour.

Almost halfway through my tea when Paul came in, he breezed into the room, headed straight for his office, and closed the door behind him without so much as a word or even a look at me.

Immediately, anger began boiling in my veins, filtering through every cell in my body. How dare he treat me like this. Who did he think he was? Just as I was debating barging into his office full of fury, he yanked his office door open, making me jump.

A stern look edged his handsome face, flooding my mind with worry. "Kyra, have you got a minute?"

My heart started pounding against my ribcage like a madman in a padded cell. I stood up and smoothed my pencil skirt down before taking a deep breath and heading towards him. I locked eye contact with him, trying to gauge his mood, but his eyes were glazed over, giving absolutely nothing away.

He moved to the side as I walked through the doorway. As I passed him and turned around to face him, he closed the door behind him. Before I could think anything at all, he closed the gap between us and cupped my face in his hands, gifting me with a tender kiss on the lips.

As he kissed me, I became enveloped in his heavenly scent of oranges and vanilla. When he wrapped his arms around me and pressed himself against me, I became completely and utterly lost all over again.

He broke our kiss after a few seconds and said, "Good morning, beautiful. You look rather radiant today."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Morning..."

He eyed me with suspicion for a few seconds and then said, "Are you ok?"

I raised an eyebrow in response. I didn't feel words were really needed.

After a couple of seconds, he widened his eyes. "Ah...I'm sorry. I was a complete ass. I'm so sorry I didn't call you yesterday. I bet you thought the worst of me by this morning, didn't you?"

I folded my arms across my chest. "Rightly so, I think."

He trailed his hands down my arms, uncrossing them, before settling his hands in the curves of my waist. "I'm sorry...am I forgiven?"

"What exactly have you done to earn my forgiveness?"

A glint of mischief filtered through his eyes before he grinned. He wound his arms around my back and stroked his hands up and down my back. He nuzzled into my neck and inhaled a deep breath. "You feel so good, you smell so good..." He tickled my skin with his tongue, giving me a surprise shudder. "You taste so good. Is there anything not good about you?"

Despite the fact my resolve was melting like an ice cube over a steam grate, I couldn't help my sarcasm. "Yes. My temper when I don't get a call."

He chuckled and opened his mouth to say something when the outer office door banged shut. I jumped, my heart racing to a million miles an hour as I realised we weren't alone anymore.

"Where's Kyra?" I heard Andrews ask.

Whoever he spoke to said nothing.

"Hmmm," Andrews said. "Is Paul in?"

Footsteps closed in towards Paul's office, sending me into panic mode. I smoothed out my clothes and stepped back from Paul. I pressed my hands to my flustered cheeks, hoping by some miracle it may take some colour out of my cheeks.

Paul stayed cool, not reacting in any way at all. He took the element of surprise away and opened the door before Andrews did.

"Ahh, Paul," he said, peering in the office with his beady eyes and seeing me. "Kyra, I wondered where you were, dear. Could I have five minutes when Paul is finished with you, please?"

"Of course," I replied, struggling not to smirk as I thought to myself it could be hours before Paul would be finished with me.

"I'll be done in a few minutes, John," Paul said, closing the door on Mr Andrews. He turned back to me and reached for my hands, pulling me into his chest. "Now, shall we finish up here?"

I could do nothing but grin like a little girl as I divulged in the deliciousness of Paul Connors once more.

***

Just as the clock struck lunchtime, my phone rang from an outside line. I frowned, wondering who it could be.

"Hello. Kyra speaking."

A deep male voice laughed down the line. "Well, hello, young lady."

I squealed in delight. "Ashley? Is that really you?"

"The one and only, my lovely. What time is your lunch?"

"Now. Why?"

"I'm outside."

I grabbed my things and charged out of the door like a bull in a china shop. Taking the stairs two at a time, nearly breaking my ankle several times, I bulldozed my way out of the building and straight into Ashley's open arms for a giant hug.

As I screamed with joy, he picked me up and swung me round before kissing my cheek.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, getting my breath back. "You said you wouldn't be back until the weekend."

He set me down on my feet with a big grin. "I wanted to surprise you."

I grinned and took his hand, leading him to the café on the other side of the street. "Come on. We have lots to talk about."

I loved my older brother more than life itself. After our dad died a few years ago and Mum remarried and moved to America, it left just me and Ashley against the world. We had grown very close over the past few years, even more so since he came out and he realised that I wouldn't disown him just because of his sexual preferences.

Mum still found it hard to come to terms with, but I had a feeling that was more to do with her leech of a new husband than anything else. Just thinking about him gave me the creeps.

Ashley, with his dark good looks, natural charm, and sharp dress sense, always had a line of female attention to bat away. Not outwardly extroverted, and giving off a very macho, alpha male energy, no-one would ever think he was into men.

We sat in the café, ordered our food, and caught up on all recent things. Ashley had just spent the last year travelling in Australia. We'd had sparse contact due to his outback locations and lack of phone signal, plus being busy enjoying himself.

"Enough about me," he said, sipping at his coke. "Tell me about you. What's been going on with you?"

Bubbling with excitement over Paul, I couldn't wait to tell him my news. Right on cue, as I said his name, Paul emerged from work, making his way down to the sandwich shop at the end of the street.

I pointed him out with a grin on my face like a Cheshire cat. "That's Paul."

Ashley raised an eyebrow. "That's your boss?"

I nodded.

"That you had mad, passionate sex with in your hallway? And in your bed?"

"Yep," I replied, grinning like an idiot.

He let out a low whistle. "Wowsers. You might even have some competition from your brother."

I laughed. "Very funny."

He gave me a cheeky wink. "He's a bit of all right, Ky. You've done good there."

I shrugged my shoulders, trying to downplay it. I couldn't afford to get carried away on hopes and dreams. "You know what I'm like, Ash. It's only a fling."

He lowered his voice and looked at me, a touch of seriousness floating through his dark eyes. "Ky, I know your usual look when it comes to men and that isn't one of them. Have you finally met a guy you want a proper relationship with?"

I pursed my lips. "I don't know, we'll see."

"Aww look at my lil sis, all fussed up over a guy—finally." He reached out and patted my cheek, chuckling.

I batted his hand away. "Shut up."

We ate our food, thankfully off topic of Paul, and when it came time for me to go back to work, I felt sad that I had to leave my brother again. He always lifted my mood and made me feel good. When he told me he would be coming round for tea tonight, I couldn't agree fast enough.

Ashley walked me back to work, pecked my cheek, and disappeared. Feeling happy and like my soul had finally been satiated with a dose of my brother, I headed back inside. I even allowed myself to think that with my brother back in my life, and the unexpected appearance of Paul in my life too, maybe things were finally falling into place for me.

Making my way straight to the kitchen for a cup of tea, I flicked the kettle on and lost myself in musings of replaying my conversation with Ashley.

"So, who's the hunk then?"

The sound of Paul's voice made me jump. I turned around to see him leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest.

A playful smirk twitched at my lips. "You saw him then?"

He nodded. "It was kinda hard to miss him giving you a loving kiss before he left you at the front door."

I bit my lip to curb the laugh creeping up my throat. "Scared you might have some competition?"

He licked his lips before he smiled. "I think you should be worried of the competition."

My playful mood dropped like a stone through water. My heart did a triple backflip, stealing my breath from me for a split second. Did he mean he had another woman in his life? "What's that supposed to mean?"

"He's gay, Kyra. It stands out a mile off."

A wave of relief washed over me before I wondered for a second why I felt such disappointment at another woman potentially being in his life. Did I need to re-evaluate exactly how I felt for this guy?

Deciding that now was not the time to go down that road, I gave up my game and admitted the truth. "He's my brother. And yes, he is gay. How did you know? He does so well to hide it."

He shrugged his shoulders. "I've met my fair share over the years."

I raised my eyebrows, probing for an explanation, but he didn't give one.

"What are you doing tonight?" he asked.

"Having food with my brother."

"Oh, ok. I was going to ask if I could see you, that's all. I don't have much spare time this weekend."

The thought of not seeing him this weekend sank my heart to my feet for the second time in one day. "Well, I don't know what time we'll be done but you could come over afterwards if you wanted?"

He smiled, dropping his arms to his sides. "No, it's ok. I'll leave you to it. I'll book you in for tomorrow night instead?"

I smiled and agreed, already looking forward to an evening of me and him tangled between the sheets.

The rest of the day ticked by painfully slowly, each passing minute seeming to want to torture me further by prolonging me from seeing my brother even more. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the clock ticked onto four p.m. and I had my freedom until tomorrow morning.

I scooped up my things and with all the other directors gone, dared to venture into Paul's office to say bye. He sat at his desk, scribbling away with his blue and gold fountain pen on a stack of papers nearly three inches high.

"I'm heading home. I should think Ashley will be gone by nine in case you change your mind or want to give me a call."

Not even looking up from his work, he said, "You don't need to say bye to me, Kyra. It's not like we're in a relationship. Go have fun with your brother and I'll see you tomorrow."

His words stung like I'd been hit with a thousand bee stings. "How can you say that after how you greeted me this morning?"

He looked up from his desk, his sapphire eyes full of thought. He set his pen down on his stack of papers and pursed his lips for a few seconds. "Ok, I'll be straight with you. I saw your reaction in the kitchen when I mentioned you might have competition. I know the conclusion you came to. I don't want you thinking that this anything other than what it is."

A barb of disappointment laced adrenaline shot through my heart. "And what is that exactly?"

"Fun. We're just having fun. Nothing more, nothing less. But just for the record, there are no other women in my life to the degree that you are."

I frowned, trying to decipher his words. Was there a hidden meaning in there? Had I managed to thaw a part of him to let someone, me, in? I pushed the thoughts away for now and decided he was right—we weren't in a relationship, but since when did saying bye for the night and being polite mean that we were?

All the way home I couldn't help but overthink the strange conversation. By the time I pulled up on my driveway, I decided I had to stop overanalysing every little word he said and just take the situation for what it was.

Right on cue to distract me further, Ashley pulled up, his face beaming with happiness and carrying Chinese takeaway and a bottle of wine.

"You read my mind," I said, getting out of my car. "Trouble is, I don't think one bottle of wine will be enough."

He grinned and lifted his t-shirt up to reveal another bottle of wine tucked in the waist band of his jeans. "That's why I have the spare."

I opened my door and let Ashley go in first. "Oh," I said, following him inside. "I forgot to tell you earlier. Guess who's engaged?"

He turned around and looked at my left hand, making me laugh. After a couple of seconds he quirked an eyebrow up and said, "Don't tell me it's who I think it is."

I giggled. "Yep. Molly got engaged."

"To the computer geek?"

I nodded and started getting the plates out of the cupboard.

"Pffft," he said, his face creasing into a dark scowl. "That girl is something else. She can't keep her legs shut for more than two minutes. She's the definitive meaning of Tesco—open twenty-four seven. She'll never get married, especially not to him."

I sighed, not really liking his opinion. "Ash, that's a bit harsh. She just enjoys herself. She's a good friend."

He dumped his chow mein out of the foil container onto his plate and looked me square in the eyes. "That girl is trouble, Ky. You mark my words."