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He sounds like he wants to say more, but I’m not really listening anymore. All I can think of is how much I like the feeling of him fucking my ass. Unlike before, he goes slow, almost as if he wants to prolong our sex this time. He’s bigger than most men, so I’m happy to take it easy.

With each slow glide into me, he excites nerve endings that make me inch closer to coming. I never take long when someone goes backdoor with me. I don’t know why, but it always happens much faster back there.

Alex’s fingers sink into the flesh on my hips, and I tentatively push back against his body, hoping to keep him going at that slow pace to make this last longer. He takes my cue and doesn’t rush, but it only takes a few minutes before I desperately need to come to ease the tension filling my body.

“A little faster,” I say, lifting my head from the pillow. “Not too fast, but a little.”

He taps his hand against my ass as if to let me know he understands, and we fall into a relaxed groove I wasn’t sure Alex Rule was capable of. This feels so fucking good, but with every second that passes, I know I’m about to come.

Eager to feel relief, I slide my fingers between my legs and begin to stroke my clit. A few seconds of that is all it takes, and I come hard, my ass squeezing his cock over and over.

The milking I give him makes him come, and for the first time in this position, he pumps into me with abandon. It’s too much to take, but I don’t stop him because my orgasm feels too fucking good to stop.

When he comes, he falls perfectly still, except for the twitching of his cock. He releases his hold on my hips, and I collapse to the bed, unsure I can even move now.

Alex falls next to me, and we lie there in silence for a long time before he says, “So I guess we’re not pretending anymore?”

I smile and push my hair off my face to see him staring at me while he waits for an answer to his question. “I guess not,” I say with a laugh.

He chuckles. “Who knew?”

“Who knew what?” I ask, unsure what he’s talking about.

“Who knew you were so crazy about me?”

Typical Alex. Always so cocky.

I can’t let that go without some challenge from me, so I say, “Who knew you were so crazy about me?”

He doesn’t respond, but the smile he gives me says he’s as into me as I am him. The question now is how does this work with my being his assistant, or as he likes to always tell people, his right hand?

For a moment, I think about asking him about it, but that can wait until later. For now, I just want to enjoy the afterglow from the best sex I’ve had in a long time.

Who would believe it could be with a man I thought I hated for so long?

CHAPTER EIGHT

Nico

My father, uncle, and two older brothers sit around the family table waiting for me to report on how I’m doing with Alex Rule. My job is to get into his organization and do whatever I can to ruin the Rule family.

At least that’s my official job I was given a few months ago. I haven’t bothered to tell anyone in my family that I found a second reason to crush Alex Rule.

That beautiful assistant of his, Sasha.

I’m going to enjoy taking her away from him. I don’t believe for a second they’re actually a couple. He’s been busy fucking any woman within a ten-kilometer radius the whole time I’ve worked with him, and no matter how good he may be, a woman like Sasha isn’t going to tolerate that.

No, she’s not his, but she will be mine. For now, though, I have to convince my relatives that I’m making progress in my task they assigned me.

Once my brothers finish arguing about some issue I don’t give a damn about, my father turns to me. Older looking with gray hair that’s replaced his jet-black color even before I was born, Antonio Olivetti still strikes fear in people’s hearts, including mine. Never much of a father figure, he’s always been more of a manager in my life than a parent.

A dictatorial manager who isn’t shy about bringing down the hammer on even his youngest son when he’s angry.

In my experience, that emotion takes up most of his time. I honestly don’t know how my mother put up with him all those years. He replaced her with someone much younger and sent the woman who gave birth to all his sons to live in disgrace in a house out in a country while he keeps my stepmother, a woman just two years older than me, living in the lap of luxury. She doesn’t seem to have any issues with his anger, though.

“Don’t just sit there waiting for the grass to grow around you, Nico. Give us your report,” he snaps.

I know better than to make excuses, so I ignore my brothers still quietly bickering on the other side of the table and focus on my father. “I’ve met with Alex Rule for the past few months, and this week he and I began working together. The good news is he’s happy to go behind his father’s back.”

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