Page 63 of Promise Me Forever

My heart almost explodes with happiness when he says he wants to make this work. “I don’t think I’m ready for everyone to know yet, Drake. As much as you’re worried about being known as the guy screwing his secretary, it’s way worse to be known as the woman banging her new boss.”

He sucks on his top lip and nods. “I get it. We’ll keep it under wraps. It’ll be a piece of cake, right?” He winks at me, and I almost melt into his lap.

“It can’t be any more difficult than the last few months, can it? I swear, the amount of times I’ve imagined kneeling at your feet and unzipping your pants while you’re dictating…” I press my hand over my mouth to stifle a snigger.

“Miss Ryder.” He gasps loudly before burying his lips against my neck. “I hope you know that is how all dictation is going to go from here on out.”

He tickles me, and I burst into a fit of giggles, wondering how on earth my world got so big and bright so quickly.

Chapter

Thirty

DRAKE

Although I’ve already fucked her twice this morning, it kills me to leave her in bed. Looking at her as she lies there all drowsy and satisfied is enough to make me hard again. Even if I weren’t, I’d still want to stay. I hate the thought of leaving her naked body while it’s all warm and soft and so fucking ready for me.

“Are you sure you have to go?” she says lazily, rolling onto her belly and looking up at me. I eye her gorgeous round ass and growl. “Yes. Believe me, I’d rather stay here with you. And your ass. But we don’t all have today off.”

“I know,” she says, stretching out. “Lucky me, eh? Or maybe just really great planning, who knows?”

I arch an eyebrow at her. “Maybe my secretary should organize my calendar a little more efficiently. I definitely need a day off soon.” A day for me to spend every fucking hour with a part of me inside her.

Her lips twitch with a smirk. “But seriously, I know how important work is to you, and I know you’ve already taken the weekend off. But will I… Will I see you later? Or at work tomorrow?”

I should say I’ll see her at work tomorrow and give us both a little breathing room, but my dick is already telling me that’s not going to happen. Still, I try to play it as casual as possible. “I’ll call you tonight, mi rosa. We can make plans if you want to. And if you’re lucky, maybe they’ll be plans involving that beautiful ass. ”

I lean down and kiss her, my tongue tangling with hers and her arms snaking around my neck. “Promises, promises,” she says, winking at me. Fuck. Yeah. Definitely hard again. It’s going to be an uncomfortable ride back to the penthouse.

I close the door behind me and walk straight into two teenage boys who are standing in the communal hallway. They look about sixteen and seventeen, all gangly limbs, peach fuzz, and low-hanging skater pants. They stare at me for a few seconds, then the taller one breaks out into a grin. “Dude!” he says. “Way to go!”

They disappear off into their apartment, laughing and pushing each other, and I can’t help smiling. I guess the walls to her apartment are pretty damn thin.

Constantine is waiting outside for me, and he raises one eyebrow when he sees how I’m dressed. He knows this is her place and that I’ve been here since he dropped me off on Friday. “I can trust you, right?” I say simply.

“Of course, boss. My lips are sealed. And congrats. She’s a great girl. Here’s that number you asked me to find.”

I murmur my thanks and climb inside, sinking into the soft black leather seat with a sigh. My temples throb with an impending headache. It’s been a long time since I stayed up all night doing anything other than work. I wasn’t at all tired while I was with her, but now the lack of sleep is threatening to catch up with me. I need a quick shower, fresh clothes, and coffee, not necessarily in that order.

I glance at the phone number on the folded piece of paper. It belongs to Trent McKenzie, owner of McKenzie Holdings and a number of apartment buildings across the state. He answers after a few rings, his voice thick with sleep.

“Trent McKenzie?” I ask.

“Yeah. Who the fuck’s this?”

“Drake James, on behalf of the law firm James and James. I’m calling about the apartment building you own in Brooklyn.”

He snorts. “It’s six fucking a.m. Call the office.”

“I’m aware of the time, which is precisely why I’m calling you and not your office. Specifically regarding the building violations at Geneva Place.”

“That building is up to code,” he snaps. “They’re all up to code.”

“I don’t give a rat’s ass about your other buildings, Trent, but the security measures at Geneva are nonexistent. I’ll let you do a little research on my law firm when you get off this call. But know this, if you don’t have a security system that prevents strangers from entering the building in place by the end of the week, I will take a very personal interest in you and all of your properties. If that happens, you and I will get to know each other really well, and I promise you that is not something you want to happen.”

“Who the fuck do you?—”

“Think I am? Like I said, look me up.” I end the call and close my eyes, pressing my neck back against the headrest. That was satisfying, at least, and helped me blow off steam ahead of what I know will be a tough day. I have to talk to Nathan, for starters.

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