Friction

I roll my eyes and push past Ford, but I hear him and Reeve behind me talking in low voices . . . about blow jobs, no doubt.

Working my way through the Pit, I head toward my office. A few of the staff are packing up, and I nod left and right, giving smiles and wishes for a good holiday.

Just as I reach my office, I feel a hand on my lower back and Reeve is pushing me through the door. He pushes me all the way in, closes the door, and herds me around my desk. Slapping his hand on my smoke button, he steers me right to the large windows that look over the eastern edge of the Raleigh skyline.

His hands grab mine and he raises them up, placing my palms against the cool glass by my head. “Don’t move,” he whispers in my ear.

“What are you doing?” I ask in a husky voice, but I know damn well what he’s doing.

“I’m getting some of you now because I know you’re going to work late tonight,” he replies, his fingers going to my skirt and lifting it up my legs. He drags the material up, bunching it at my waist, and then brings his hands downward, hooking into my underwear to remove them.

He’s so skilled at what he does, I just lay my forehead against the glass and sigh as he takes my panties off, then spreads my legs apart. I expect him to whip his cock out and go to town on me, so I’m caught a little off guard when I feel his hot breath between my legs.

“Oh God,” I groan when his mouth makes contact with me. I rest my cheek against the glass and squeeze my eyes shut as Reeve eats me out like a champion. It doesn’t take long before I’m bursting apart, and then he’s up on his feet, his hard-as-hell cock out and pushing inside me.

Reeve holds on to my hips, fucking me up against the window. Resting his chin on my shoulder, he pants, “So we’re doing it this weekend, right?”

“Right,” I gasp because he slams into me super hard.

“Good,” he grunts as he starts to tu

“Me, either,” I manage to moan in between sucking oxygen back into my lungs.

And I can’t wait.

This weekend, Reeve and I are taking the next big step in our relationship.

We’re moving in together.

We decided to put my house on the market and move into his, mainly because of Mr. Chico Taco. Reeve’s house is larger than mine, and with a behemoth dog like that, we need the extra space. Plus, his house is a little closer to work, and even though I hate to admit it, it’s nice having Vanessa available to take care of Chico when we have to work late.

Ford thinks I’m nuts for taking this step so soon, but not me. I have never been surer of anything in my entire life. I trust Reeve implicitly with my heart, so I don’t see the need to hold back on anything.

Dropping his hand between my legs, Reeve murmurs in my ear. “Want you to come again, baby.”

“Going to,” I gasp as he hits me right in that beautifully sensitive spot. “Like . . . oh, shit . . . right now.”

I start to tremble and quake as Reeve pounds harder into me, his hand between my legs working me even harder to draw my orgasm out. Then he thrusts deep, stills for a second, and drops his head to my shoulder as he starts to come.

“Fuck,” he moans as he continues to thrust shallowly into me, using my warm grip to milk him dry. I curl one arm backward and bring my fingers to the back of his head, massaging his scalp as we both start to come down off our high.

Reeve slips out of me but pulls me back into his body, wrapping both arms around my waist. We both silently stare out at the darkened, winter Raleigh skyline. It’s our kingdom. Our playground. From inside the Watts Building, we’ll wreak havoc on corrupt businesses. From just a few miles away, in our home, we’ll continue to possess and dominate each other’s bodies night after night.

And from right within our hearts . . . deep inside . . . we’ll continue to grow our love.

It’s a journey I’m eager to start.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

I’m sure when I went to law school nineteen years ago, my mother never envisioned I would use any of that knowledge to write a sexy romance. And yet here I am doing just that. I have to thank you so much, Mom, because I never would have chosen the legal field as my career without you as that role model. I had a glorious career as a litigator and hopefully will continue on just as gloriously as a writer. Just know that I would never have accomplished half of what I have without you showing me what a woman can really aspire to be.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Sawyer Be