Page 13 of Chosen By Love

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Brett

Two Weeks Later

Iglanced across the boardroom for what felt like the hundredth time, and my gaze honed in on Rebecca. God! Rebecca was the epitome of beauty, and I couldn’t seem to tear my gaze away from her.

I remembered waking up the next morning after our first sexual encounter two weeks ago, surrounded by the enticing scent of Rebecca and knowing that this was what I wanted to wake up to for the rest of my life.

I had woken her up, my cock hard, swollen, and ready. I pulled her in my arms and made love to her all over again. The thought of Rebecca’s beautiful face, her scent, and her taste consumed me. The way Rebecca’s plump lips formed into a smile, and her soft sensual moans beneath me when I fucked her had me wanting to lay her nude body on the conference table and slam my cock into her wet heat. I could imagine her cries as she came for me, her core tightening around my hardness until I splashed her pulsing walls with my hot seed.

Fuck... fuck… fuckkk.I was truly screwed.

I had been wining and dining her for two weeks now. I couldn’t believe how fast my feelings were escalating for her.

I wasn’t usually the type of man who got caught up with a beautiful woman. As CEO of Collins Corporation, I had specific responsibilities and needed to keep my head in the game.

The entire affair was highly unusual for me. In the past, I had never dated one woman long enough to have these kinds of feelings. But in this instance, my heart chose to run renegade, and I seemed to not have a say on whom I chose to love or fuck. Rebecca has surely ruined me from ever wanting another woman. My days as Brett Collins, the extraordinary player, were a thing of the past.

Rebecca’s fingers flew across her laptop as she took notes. The same notes she will email me later. My cock hardened when the tip of her pink tongue swiped against her bottom lip.

My left brow lifted; I became sexually intrigued. I wondered what her hot mouth would feel like around my cock. Rebecca took that moment to glance my way again as her fingers paused over the keyboard.

My eyes hungrily raked over her flushed face. Yes, Rebecca was as sexually aware of me as I was of her. The energy in the room was palpable. I tore my gaze away, for I should be concentrating on the business the head of Marketing was discussing.

Fuck, it’s not like Rebecca was the first attractive woman I had to manage in a professional setting, and, usually, I handled them with a far, level head. This meeting is not the place for me to want to ram my cock down my lovely assistant’s throat.

“Mr. Collins, what do you think? Mr. Collins—” I finally realized that Peters was calling my name.

Just splendid Collins. Get your head in the game,I chastised myself.

“I’m sorry, can you repeat your question, Peters?” I asked, tearing my gaze away from Rebecca, who sent me a small smile just before I gave the head of Marketing my undivided attention.

I breathed a sigh of relief once the meeting was over. The grin that started to form around my lips disappeared when I noticed Elliot Clement, who was part of the finance department, cozying up to Rebecca.

My Rebecca.

Rebecca laughed softly at something he said. I noticed the way Elliot touched Rebecca’s arm as they chatted.

My spine stiffened. An emotion, unlike any I have felt before rose up in me. The feeling scraped almost painfully at the pit of my stomach.

Rebecca swept a stray thick strand of her wavy black hair behind her ear. She wore it down today, it framed her face, and her dark brown skin glowed along with her pearly white smile.

Elliot was in my woman’s fucking face, and I didn’t like it one iota. Rebecca’s dark brown gaze took that moment to meet mine, the smile on her thick glossed painted lips instantly melted.

She must have noticed the frown on my face. There were a few things I didn’t tolerate when a woman belonged to me. One was, I didn’t share, and another was I wanted to kill Elliot if he kept touching my fucking woman.

Rebecca turned to Elliot and said something and then gathered her laptop to make her way out of the conference room. I only exhaled when she was far away from Elliot. Little did she know, she had saved me from doing something I would have later undoubtedly regretted.

Later that afternoon in my office, my personal mobile phone went off.

Kevin Duncan, the caller ID displayed. I grinned, seeing that it was an old friend of mine from University.

“Kevin,” I answered.

“Hey, dude,” Kevin replied.

I leaned forward in my seat. “What’s up?

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