Page 270 of By His Vow

He fucks me so thoroughly that I still feel it over an hour later as we walk into the Warner Group building hand in hand, just like we have done every day this week. And just like every other day, journalists line the streets, barking questions at both of us about the state of the company, if it’s true that we’re going into liquidation, and a million other incorrect assumptions about what’s happening here.

With every question, Kingston’s grip on my hand tightens.

“Jesus,” he groans as we step into the elevator alone.

“It’ll get better,” I promise, taking his rough jaw in my hands.

“I know. It’ll all be worth it in the end.”

Stretching up on my toes, I brush my lips against his as we climb toward my floor where we part for the day.

“You know where I am if you need me,” I say, holding his eyes.

“Is that your way of inviting me to fuck you in your office?” he asks, wiggling his brows at me.

I smirk at him before backing away the second the doors open.

“Be good. I’ll see you later, yeah?”

But before I can escape, he reaches out and pulls me back into his body.

He stares down at me in a way that makes my heart pound against my ribs.

“Have I told you how fucking incredible you are today?”

“Not with words, but your body did a good job earlier.”

“Fuck. Don’t send me up to your brother with a boner.”

“I’ll see you later, sir. Try not to make anyone cry today, please.”

This time when I step back, he lets me go. Although not before he makes a show of adjusting himself.

“We didn’t think he was going to let you out,” Josh says with a laugh as I pass his desk.

Glancing up, my cheeks heat when I discover that every one of my team is watching me.

“Twenty minutes,” I bark, refusing to acknowledge what they just witnessed.

“You got it, boss,” Josh says, saluting me like an idiot.

Marching into my office, I close the door behind me and rest my back against it.

My eyes are sore from lack of sleep and my muscles ache, but that doesn’t mean that desire isn’t pumping through my veins from the way Kingston looked at me just now.

I think it’s fair to say that he’s totally swept me into his web. But while I might be able to admit it to myself now, it doesn’t freak me out any less.

Shaking my head, I walk toward my desk and drop into my chair.

My watch buzzes and I pull my sleeve up to glance at the screen. When I do, my heart drops into my feet.

Has your period started?

Track your cycle now.

My hand trembles as I stare at the words.

“Fuck. When…”

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