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  He carried me to my bedroom, and putting a knee on the bed, lay me down before him.

  On his hands and hovering over the top of me, he looked down. “Baby,” he said in a low voice and I felt a spasm between my legs at just hearing it. “I fucking love you.”

  “I love you too,” I whispered back.

  Now, I’d love to say that we took our time, whispering sweet nothings and taking each other’s clothing off slowly, one piece at a time, our gazes never parting, our passion building as we caressed and stroked each other languidly.

  But I’d be a huge liar if I did.

  What really happened was, just after I affirmed my love for him, we were all over each other, tongues twisting together frantically, hands tearing clothing off like crazy until we were both naked.

  “Do I need a condom?” he grated, settling on top of me, the weight of him pressed into the cradle of my body.

  “No!” was my lustful cry.

  “Fuck,” I heard him groan as he coiled his forearm around the back of my knee and stretching my leg up he plunged powerfully inside making me draw in a sharp breath. “Are you okay?” he ground out not moving and I knew it took a lot out of him to stay still, but he was worried about me. God, I loved him.

  “Yes, baby, I’m more than okay,” I breathed, my hands going to his back to pull him down for a kiss.

  I hadn’t had sex in over two years and he was very large, so I made that kiss last as I adjusted to his size. Once I was there, I moaned against his lips, “Move, please!”

  Drawing his hips back, mouth still on mine, at that moment, with the first thrust he made, I knew I would never be the same.

  “Oh, God!” I called, coming hard as my slick core pulsated around his thick cock.

  I heard him utter another Fuck before he braced himself on both hands and began pounding into me, taking me so hard that I had to grab his wrists to stay in place.

  It. Was. Amazing.

  Watching his face, I could tell he was trying to make it last, but I was pretty sure he hadn’t had sex for a while too, so putting my hand between us, my fingers on either side of his cock and thumb at my clit, I stroked him as I worked myself, helping us both along.

  “Gonna come,” he growled, his hips pistoning forcefully.

  I climaxed just before he did, and both of us cried out, my body arching up off the bed as I watched him gritting his teeth, his neck muscles straining as he made one last strong thrust before burying himself deep.

  He collapsed on top of me, our bodies shiny with perspiration, both of us breathing hard as we lay there completely used up.

  “That,” he said between breaths, “was goddamn incredible.”

  “I,” I sucked in air, “agree.”

  Once we finally caught our breath, he pulled back from where he’d buried his face at the side of my neck just over my shoulder and gazed down at me.

  “You make me so fucking happy,” he announced and I thought that was better than any declaration of love I’d ever heard.

  I smiled up at him. “You make me happy too.”

  “I’m sorry I was so rough, it’s just that—”

  “I know, Beck. It’s been a long time for me too. And do you hear me complaining? Uh, no. I came twice! I’ve never come twice before!”

  The proud look that canvassed his face made me giggle then he bent to kiss me sweetly. His lips moved away to roam over my neck where he kissed, nipped and licked his way down. One of his hands came up to grasp my breast then I felt his hot breath on my nipple. When he swirled his tongue around it, I arched into him, moaning loudly when his mouth closed over it and he sucked.

  “Beck,” I moaned, feeling my womb clench. Dear God, he was going to make me come again. Gah!

  His mouth moved to my other nipple, sucking it in as well, and just when I was about to fall over the edge he stopped and slowly drew his tongue down my belly eyes on mine as he kept going lower.

  My heels dug into the bed forcing my hips to come up off it, which I swear was involuntary, as my body reacted to his teasingly slow torture. I heard his dark chuckle just before his mouth was suddenly on me and that was all it took.

  “Beck!” I cried as I climaxed, every muscle inside me locking up as I shattered into a million pieces right there in front of him. Because of him. Each nerve ending feeling as if it were on fire as waves of utter bliss flowed through me. Holy God.

  “Mmm, baby, I love the taste of you,” he said as he lapped at me before slowly making his way back up my body, continuing the unhurried torment he was deliciously inflicting upon me.

  His mouth landed on mine again and he kissed me senseless—the man could fricking kiss!—when suddenly he turned me to where I was on my belly. Pulling my hips up, he ran his hand over my lower back then across each side of my ass as he muttered, “Fucking gorgeous.”

  And then he was inside me again. My head fell back on my shoulders as he filled me over and over again and I let out a husky moan at how good he felt. He then curled an arm around my waist and splayed his hand across my belly just as the fingers of his other hand wrapped themselves into my hair and he pulled me to my knees roughly as he drove up hard inside.

  Leaning down next to my ear, he growled, “This tight pussy is all mine. You hear me, Birdie. Mine.”

  “Yes,” I breathed out as he pumped inside me then stilled.

  “Tell me,” he rumbled in a gruff voice.

  “It’s yours, Beck. Only yours.”

  I could tell this pleased him as he resumed driving his hard cock inside. His fingers on my stomach moved down between my legs and at his touch, I orgasmed yet again, letting out a gaspy scream amazed at how easily he orchestrated every part of my body to do his bidding. Damn.

  When his thrusts got tighter and faster I knew he was on the verge of coming. Palm to my back, he guided me down to the bed, then both hands on my hips he pulled me back to meet his every thrust. Then driving in hard, he hit his peak with a groan, emptying himself inside me before practically falling to the bed on his side, arms holding me tightly, as he whispered, “I love you.”

  And we were out.

  I awoke an hour later to soft kisses on my shoulder. Turning toward him, I put a hand on his face and we gazed at each other for several moments before we both started laughing. So much for that romantic moment.

  But it was romantic because we were sharing something. What, I really didn’t know, but by God we were sharing it.

  When our laughing continued, I asked through my giggles, “Why are we laughing?”

  “I don’t know,” he answered and snorted.

  We finally stopped long enough to shower then ate our Italian food. When we finished, we went right back to bed and after one last spectacular lovemaking session, slept through to the morning.

  Chapter 20—Beck

  I awoke to the most stunning woman I’d ever laid eyes on and watched her sleep for several minutes, so happy that we’d found each other again.

  I also felt like the luckiest son of a bitch on Earth because she was fucking wild in bed. The way she responded to me was absolutely perfect and I couldn’t have been more thrilled.

  As I watched her sleep, I reflected on what my life had been until her. I’d thought I’d been happy but I was so wrong. This right here, lying in bed next to her watching her wrinkle her cute little nose as she slept, this was pure fucking happiness. I felt complete, whole, as if the last puzzle piece had finally been found.

  And I couldn’t wait to start my life with her.

  Grabbing my phone, I saw it was six, so twisting back to her, I kissed her forehead.

  “Hey, honey. It’s time to get up.”

  “No,” she groaned and turned over.

  I snorted. Birdie Chapman, who was one of the busiest women I knew, always on the go, wasn’t a morning person. How fucking cute was that?

  “Baby, you need to wake up.”

  “What time is it?” she groused.

  “Six.”

  �
�My alarm goes off in forty-five minutes. Let me sleep.”

  I chuckled and kissed her shoulder. “Okay, sweetheart. You sleep. I’ll see you at the office.”

  After dressing, I went into her kitchen finding a pen and paper then wrote her a note and left it on the pillow I’d slept on. I left her place making sure the door locked behind me, then back at my apartment I got ready for work.

  “Hey,” Birdie called from my office doorway.

  I stood and went to her, kissing her right there in front of God and everyone. She was blushing when I pulled back and I laughed.

  “I want everyone to know you’re mine and that I love you,” I stated. “I actually want to tell them now.” I started to step out of my office when she grabbed me by the arm pulling me back.

  “Beck!” she whisper-hissed. “They think you’re still married and I’ll look like a tramp!”

  “I’ll tell them I’m divorced.”

  She rolled her eyes, then looking at me, smiled. “Thank you for my note. You make my life better and I love you too.” She leaned in closer keeping her voice low. “And five orgasms?” She pulled back and bugged her eyes out at me which made me snort. “I don’t think I’ve ever had that many in an entire month!”

  Of course, that was a huge ego stroke and I loved it. “My girl likes how I fuck her,” I said, laughing when her mouth fell open in shock.

  “You can’t say things like that here!” she snapped quietly.

  I looked around the office to see that no one was paying any attention to us at all, their morning coffee not having kicked in yet.

  “Baby, no one cares.” I looked out at the cubicles again noticing there was one pair of black-glasses-wearing eyes on us. When I narrowed my eyes, Birdie followed my gaze.

  “That guy always seems to be looking at me. It kinda creeps me out,” she shared.

  “He’s pretty strange. Always talking about Stephen King and his books. Like, throws that shit out there when you’re not even talking about it. Maybe I’ll have a chat with him.”

  “No! I think he’s just bored, so any action catches his eye.”

  I kept looking at the guy, who’d looked away the second our eyes had met, wondering what his deal was. I’d have to call Curt in HR and find out.

  “Well, I’ve got to get to work and so do you,” she said, pulling me out of my thoughts.

  “Do you wanna go somewhere for lunch or I can have Dana go get us something. Your choice.”

  “If Dana doesn’t mind, that would be great. How about a roast beef this time?”

  “Sounds good. All right. Go get ‘em, baby,” I encouraged then laughed when she dodged my kiss when I bent down. But I did get in a nice little butt pat as she left my office, which garnered me a dirty look making me laugh.

  “You getting any closer to finding the culprit?” I asked Birdie. We were in the boardroom having lunch.

  “I’ve got all the 1099s worked out. They’ll have to contact the IRS and make payment arrangements for them. I’ve matched receipts to the expense accounts, which I’m thinking most of that money might be lost.” She shrugged then took a drink of soda. “And as far as payroll goes, I’m still trying to make the connection among the ten ghosts. I’m not really working with the books anymore as much as I am calling on the bank accounts and mailboxes where the checks have been going.”

  I shook my head. “Did the ghosts get paid for December?”

  “Yeah, which means the culprit is still around unless someone’s quit or been fired either here or at the three other branches. I’ve got reports coming on that also.”

  “Damn, you’re good,” I said, then taking a look out of the glass into the main room and seeing that no one was watching, I kissed her.

  “Beck!” she scolded playfully and threw a potato chip at me. I caught it in my hand and ate it which had her shaking her head.

  “Oh, I called the super and my furniture has been delivered. How about you come over tonight and help me arrange it?”

  She smiled brightly, liking the idea. “That sounds fun!”

  “Then we can christen each piece afterward,” I added, loving that just as she opened her mouth to protest, at the thought of what I’d suggested, she then bit her lip and drew in a deep breath, getting turned on. God. My girl was fucking hot.

  “That sounds like even more fun,” she replied, gazing at me seductively as she licked her lips.

  “You think you can handle it?” I asked.

  “Mm, you give me five orgasms again, and I can handle anything, baby.”

  Fuck, she got me hot.

  “All right. Lunchtime’s over,” I said, standing and adjusting myself before gathering my trash to throw away. She giggled as she did the same, sans the adjusting, then bit her lips to keep from laughing when our eyes met knowing what she did to me. “You think I can’t find a closet somewhere or an empty office where I can fuck you?”

  Her eyes got big but then her eyebrows went up as if she were game. “Is there such a place?”

  I couldn’t tell if she was being serious or messing with me, so squinting my eyes, I said low, “You need your ass spanked.” I heard her gasp at what I’d said as I finished off my bottle of water. Good.

  Don’t get me wrong. I loved that she was becoming more comfortable at saying dirty things that turned me the fuck on. But there was a time and a place, damn it. “Get back to work, honey,” I said, giving her a quick peck before going back to my office, cursing under my breath as I went, at the fact that my girl had almost made me pop a fucking boner at work. Like I was some goofy teenager who popped wood at the drop of a hat.

  Text Message—Tues, Jan 11, 12:26 p.m.

  Birdie: Sorry

  Me: For?

  Birdie: You know

  Me: ?

  Birdie: Beck

  Me: Birdie

  Birdie: You’re gonna make me say it?

  Me: ; )

  Birdie: Okay. You asked for it. I’m sorry I almost got you hard. There, happy?

  Me: I’d be happier if you were in here underneath my desk making it all better

  Birdie: You need some gum scraped off under there?

  Me: Smartass

  Birdie: Joker

  Me: Tonight

  Birdie: Tomorrow

  Me: I’m not playing a fucking word association game here, Birdie

  I snorted out a laugh shaking my head because she was something else.

  Birdie: Oh. Sorry

  Me: Go catch your bad guy

  Birdie: Go…do whatever it is you do

  I’d explained to her exactly what my job description was the day we’d asked questions.

  Me: My hand, your ass, tonight. You answer back anything smartassed and I’ll leave pretty pink marks too

  Birdie: Yes, sir!

  Knowing her, that was meant to be smartassed but I let it go. She’d find out tonight what her smartassedness got her.

  Chapter 21—Birdie

  I was pressed against Beck’s wall at the head of his bed, my legs wrapped around his waist, and he was on his knees, driving up into me hard and deep, and when my core spasmed around him, I let out a throaty moan at how good he made me feel.

  After work, we’d taken a cab together home then when I’d changed into yoga pants and a long-sleeved t-shirt, I went to help him move his furniture. There was a sofa, loveseat, coffee and end tables for the living room, a dining table and a new king-sized bed. We spent an hour arranging everything just so then ordered delivery from the Thai restaurant down the street. We’d already eaten but had just made a couple minor adjustments in the placement of the end tables.

  “It feels like home now,” I said, hands on my hips, proud of how good everything looked. He’d chosen pieces that were just like him, bold yet with a sense of quiet dignity to them, and they fit perfectly into his apartment.

  He plopped down onto the couch and called, “C’mere.”

  I sat next to him as he turned on the huge TV he’d installed on the wall over
the fireplace. He turned it to a basketball game and we watched for a few minutes before I said, “You weren’t really serious today, were you?”

  Keeping his eyes on the game, I saw his lips twitch and the sides of his eyes wrinkled a little with his shift in expression. He was laughing at me because I’d thought he’d been serious! Well, I’d show him.

  “Just so you know, I had an old boyfriend who was into kink, so, been there, done that,” I totally lied.

  Before I knew what was happening, he’d pulled me across his lap and had my yoga pants down in a flash. Then I felt a smack! against my cheek and let out a yelp.

  “What’re you doing?” I shouted.

  “Bad girls get punished. I warned you, Birdie.”

  “You have got to be—Ouch!” He was seriously spanking me. And I didn’t quite know how to feel about it.

  “There’s a time and place to be naughty, baby,” he uttered.

  “I wasn’t being—Oh!”

  I tuned in to what he was doing. After each smack, he rubbed my ass cheek to soothe it, so it wasn’t too bad. And actually, to my surprise, I found it had started to turn me on. So I decided to experiment to see if I was really into it.

  “You know I’m a smartass, Beck.” Smack! “I can’t help it if I’m sarcastic.” Smack! “Oh, my God, I think I really like this.” Smack! Proving that being spanked had genuinely aroused me, I felt myself get soaking wet after his last strike.

  Sliding his hand down my ass then curving his fingers up between my legs and let out a groan. “Fucking soaked. Jesus fuck.”

  He’d stood, pulling me up with him and kissed me deeply leaving me swooning afterward. “My baby likes it rough,” he muttered as he jerked my pants off then tore my t-shirt over my head. Unbuckling his belt and then unbuttoning his jeans, he’d bent me over the arm of the couch and fucked me hard, smacking my ass a few more times which had me gushing. Gah. When I’d come a second time, he’d picked me up and carried me to his bedroom and now there we were.