“Whaaaat? Oh damn, I think he really likes you.”
“Well, he can’t,” I say firmly, pacing in front of the Italian restaurant. “I’ve already thought this through. There’s only one way this can go, as I told him when he brought the coffee.”
“And what way is that?” I hear Aubrey bracing against whatever she’s expecting to come out of my mouth.
“It has to stay in fantasy-land.”
“Excuse me?”
“The screwing the boss fantasy. Or screwing the secretary for him.”
There’s a businessman who must also be waiting for his to-go order standing nearby. He looks over like I’ve caught his attention. I ignore him.
“Mads, I’m sure this all makes perfect sense in your head, but I’m not following.”
“It can’t go beyond that.”
“Because…?”
“Because I already got too close to him over Thanksgiving. I met his mom and his niece and nephew, and Aubrey, he is an adorable uncle. Seeing him with kids made my ovaries ache.”
“And you don’t want to want him.” Aubrey finally catches on.
“Exactly.” I throw my hand in the air.
The businessman looks over again.
“Also”–I turn my back on the businessman and walk away, hunching over to speak more privately- “Things are super hot right now, and part of what makes it hot is the fact that he’s the boss.”
“Ah, that’s the fantasy you mentioned.” I strain to hear Aubrey over the noise of a rowdy party of four exiting the restaurant.
“Yes! Wait, hang on a minute.” A waitress comes over with my bag, and I thank her and head off down the dark sidewalk towards home. “I just want to keep it in that realm, so it will stay exciting. If he takes me to lunch and I relax around him, then it won’t be nearly so fun and naughty to do it over the desk, you know what I mean?” I mumble the words do it over the desk, so people walking near me won’t be subjected to my sexcapades without consent.
“So basically, you’re into the power dynamic. You know you can keep a power exchange in a relationship as an agreed upon thing.”
“I don’t know…”
“What’s the real hang-up here?”
“I just want to keep it low key. I’m afraid if I’m actually his girlfriend, I might lose interest.”
“Is that it? Or are you afraid you’re going to fall for a billionaire who will knock you up and bail, just like your dad did?”
“Well, I’m on the pill.”
“You know what I mean.” Aubrey’s giving me the straight-talk right now, and I sort of hate her for it.
“Do you think I’m just letting myself be used?” I change tack again. I’m admittedly all over the place with this situation. “Am I disrespecting myself by screwing the boss?”
“Now you’re just being absurd. That is the most sex-negative, slut-shaming, stupid thing you’ve ever said. Do you love the sex?”
My knees go weak remembering Blackthroat’s large hands picking me up by the waist and sitting me on his desk.
From now on, I’ll take what I need, when I need it. And I need it now.
Who says that? And how interesting that he chose the word need and not want.
“Yes.”
“But sex is just for his enjoyment, right? And women should withhold it from men to be respectable?” Sarcasm drips from her voice.
I laugh when I hear how absurd it is.
“What, are you catering to the patriarchy now that you work with them?”
“Okay, you’re right. That was the dumbest thing I’ve ever said.”
“Literally.”
“You got lasagna again, right?”
“You know it. Extra garlic bread for you.”
“You’re the best.”
“I know. I’ll see you soon.”
I end the call and hustle up the stairs to our apartment.
Ugh. I still don’t know where I am with all this. Aubrey couldn’t have been encouraging me to have a real relationship with Blackthroat could she?
No, she was just calling me on my shit, so I couldn’t lie to myself about my real hangups. That doesn’t mean those hangups aren’t legit.
Brick
“Where are we with the contract?” I demand. It’s Sunday evening, and I’m ready to shred the walls of my office. I’ve kept the legal and analyst teams in my conference room for five days, which means working through the weekend.
Closing on the Benson deal isn’t just a four hundred and forty million dollar benefit to MoonCo, it’s a victory over the Adalwulfs.
“Three hours more, max,” Eagle says. He looks as haggard as everyone in the room. None of us have had more than a few hours’ sleep in days.
“I’ll order in more food,” Madi says in that smooth, capable voice that gets my dick harder than stone.
I have to lock my jaw to keep the growl of desire from issuing from my throat.
The punishing hours I inflicted on my employees have been even worse for me. Not getting out to run my wolf in the Berkshires or even to spar with Darius at the gym has left me even more out of control than I was going into this week.
Even if I was the kind of dick to leave his team working late hours while out enjoying myself, I’m now incapable of leaving the building while Madi is still in it. And she refuses to leave until I’ve dismissed the team each night.
The only thing that takes the edge off is ordering her into my office and locking the door. Getting her on my desk or against a wall.
My executive team is pissed at me for not getting rid of her. I don’t give a fuck. She is necessary to the Moon Co operations. That’s what I keep telling myself.
It’s not like I’m going to mate her. Even if I wanted to, I can’t. The destruction that would bring on the pack, the danger that would put all of us in make it impossible.
Forty-five minutes later, Madison enters the conference room pushing a catering cart.
“Thank God it’s not more pizza or sandwiches,” one of the analysts mutters.
Madison sets out the aluminum catering trays.
“Smells delicious. What is it?” Another one gets up to help her, which makes me want to tear out his throat.
“Thank you. I thought since we’re so close, you deserved a real dinner tonight.” She uncovers two of the trays at once.
Eagle chokes on the Perrier he was drinking. It’s trays of…steak and lobster?
My naughty, naughty assistant. Is she trying to earn a reprimand?
“Thank you,” Noah says, and I have to rip my collar open.
Did she order this banquet for him?
Madison smiles at him and signs something. My wolf goes ape-shit.
He chuckles, signing in return, but when he darts a look at me and sees my murderous expression, his smile vanishes, and his gaze snaps to his laptop.
I force myself to wait until Madi finishes unloading the cart, then I walk out of the room. “In my office,” I say in a low voice as I pass by her.
“Of course, Mr. Blackthroat,” she intones.
I’m almost blinded by jealousy, but I somehow make it to my office. The moment she enters, I lock the door and pin her against it.
“What did you say to him?” I growl.
Her eyes widen with genuine surprise. “What?”
“To Noah. What did you say?”
Two bright spots of color appear on her cheeks, and her brows drop, but characteristically, she smooths her face and adopts a professional tone. “I said we may as well eat well if the Big Bad Boss is keeping us here all weekend. It was a joke. I’m sorry.”
“You don’t sign to him again. I don’t want you flirting-“
“Flirting? Are you nuts?” she breaks character, her real irritation showing through now.
“New rule-don’t talk to him again. You work for me. Was that food for him?” I’m being irrational. I’m totally out of control, but I can’t seem to dial back my possessiveness.
Madi stares at me, eyes wide. “You’re jealous?”
I stare back. Having Madison’s body up against mine soothes my wolf. Her scent evens my heartbeats. My brain starts to come back on line.
“Wow, Big Bad. That’s totally inappropriate but, um, kind of hot.”
“Was the food for me or for him?”
Madi’s lips purse together in a sassy pucker. “I may have been pushing the envelope a bit to see what my big bad boss would do.”
My aggression instantly drops, morphing into something more suave. More nuanced. Much hotter.
Madison wasn’t flirting with Noah.
She was flirting with me.
If she wants to make this part of her boss fetish, I can one hundred percent go with it.
Recovering some of my control, I ease back and clear my throat. “Did you get approval for that expenditure first, Ms. Evans?”
She bats her eyes at me. “No, sir.”
“Come here.” I take her hand and lead her to my desk, then sweep my arm across the surface to clear it. “Bend over, Ms. Evans. You’ve earned a reprimand.”
She lets out a breathy sound of excitement as I push her torso down over the desk and jerk her hips to straighten her out. I deliver three sharp spanks to one side of her ass, then three to the other.
“Ooh, ow!”
I stop and rub away the sting. “Too hard?” I murmur, leaning over to speak in her ear like we’re on stage and this is an aside.
“Um, a little.”
The scent of her arousal curls in my nostrils. I keep rubbing out the sting, dragging the skirt of her peek-a-boo dress higher with each glorious stroke.
“I think I need to spank you with your panties down tonight,” I tell her, my balls drawing up with the excitement of seeing her bare ass.
She’s wearing black thigh-highs and a lacy black thong that I instantly decide I’m going to keep. For now, though, I slide it down to just above the thigh-highs, making a pretty frame out of my target. My handprints stand out on her pale skin.
Yes. More. Mark her, my wolf growls.
I don’t slap her again, though. Not right away. Instead, I slide my fingers between her legs. She’s slick, her flesh plumped with blood flow, her opening parted for me. I slip two fingers inside her, and she moans, loudly.
“Quiet,” I order. It may be more exciting to get nailed by the boss when there is a conference room full of employees down the hall, but there’s no way in hell I’d actually let any of them know what’s going on in here.
Nickel and Noah will probably catch the scent of it, but they both already know something’s going on between us.
Madison claps a hand over her own mouth.
“That’s right. I want all those moans muffled, Ms. Evans. Show me you can obey orders.”
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