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She nods before steeling her spine, “Yes, sir.”

Fuck, I’m going to come in my pants like an amateur. Taking my hand I press back on her shoulder until she’s laying flat on the desk. Her legs spread, chest heaving. My eyes take in the perfect human before me, taking my fill before reaching over her and pulling my tie back over her eyes.

“You count, okay? We’ll do five, if you stop counting, we start over again. Do you understand.”

“Yes, sir.” She practically preens. I can see the arousal dripping from her center, begging me to sink my cock deep inside until she doesn’t know her own name. Soon, so very soon.

I trail my fingertips over the tops of her thighs, her lower stomach, and the top of her pussy, just enough to get her to relax before I deliver the first smack. Nix gasps for breath before letting out a quiet moan, “One.”

She listens so beautifully that I can’t help the huge smile overtaking my face, “Good job, Nix.”

I deliver the next three smacks to her pussy in rapid succession, only pausing long enough for her to moan out the number. Using my fingertips I tease her for a few minutes, easing the ache I’m leaving behind and playing with her clit to build her back up in the process. It takes almost no time before she’s back to teetering on the edge. Her hands are tightly grabbing onto the edge of the desk when I give her the final smack. Her back bows and a half scream, half moan rips from her lips as she comes from the pleasure and pain. “Kieran! Five! Five, Kie, five!”

I don’t give her the time to finish her first orgasm before I’m pulling out my aching cock and sliding it into the hilt, setting a punishing pace, and using my fingers to make her orgasm roll into another, then another after that. My thrusts become erratic as I chase my own high, coming deep inside her with her name on my lips, her real name.

I move us off the desk and into my leather office chair. Still buried inside of her as her head rests in the crook of my neck, I hold her tight to me. I’m about to pull out, certain she’s fallenasleep, when her soft voice travels from my ears to my chest cracking my heart wide open.

“I like the way my name sounds coming from you.”

* * *

I need a break from the warehouse. Every day is like a revolving door of the scum of the Earth. So, for a change of scenery I’m walking into the office of our good buddy, James. His temporary assistant said she needed to check first but I assured her I was always welcome. Pushing the door open a little more forcefully than I need to, the metal handle bounces off of the glass wall.

“Hey, dick head. Heard you’re giving my girl a hard time.”

The look of shock morphs into annoyance but not before I catch the fear he’s trying to hide.

“Kieran, I have security. You aren’t supposed to be here.”

“Well, you see… I wouldn’t have to be if you didn’t try to fuck my future wife over.”

His body turns rigid, and his eyes snap back to mine, “Excuse me? As of yesterday she didn’t have a ring on her finger, so I’m pretty sure she isn’t your‘future wife’. She has a name asshole, use it.”

Interesting… He likes her. I mean it’s hard not to, she’s amazing; mind, body, and soul. There’s something about his posture though. It doesn’t look like he’s romantically jealous, that’s interesting. Has he just grown attached to her as his assistant? Maybe. Maybe just a friend looking out for another friend? I’m not certain yet, but I do know I will figure it out.

“Just because my ring isn’t on her finger yet doesn’t mean it won’t be there eventually. She’s mine, James. Now and forever, that woman is mine.” Making sure to hold his gaze a little longer, and curling my lip in a show of disgust for him. “Now back to the topic at hand.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Kieran. I’m not fucking anyone over, I just want her to be sure this is what she wants. I’m not taking choices from her, she’s a big girl and we can talk about it as two adults on Monday. Until then she’s on paid leave for the week. Last I checked, it wasn’t called anything besides looking out for her while she clears her head.”

He has me there, and it pisses me off. “Might be called,‘having a thing for another man’s girl.’Good thing I’m secure in my relationship, huh Hill?”

“It’s definitely called‘you’re an idiot’. Now if you’re done, I have work to do that doesn’t include sitting here talking to you. I’ll see Britt on Monday and if I have it my way, I’ll see you in hell, Byrne.” He says it like it tastes terrible in his mouth, but he’s forgetting that’ll be her last name eventually too. I don’t know what his deal with Nix is but maybe Mac will.

I’ve just pulled out of the parking garage when my helmet starts ringing, or more accurately, my phone, but it rings throughout the Bluetooth inside of my helmet. Answering it without checking my phone, I make my way to the warehouse, I’ve got a new toy to play with and my fingers are itching to break it in.

“Hello?”

“Oh, perfect, you answered. So, where is my best friend?”

The blood in my veins turns to ice at my sister-in-law’swords, “I’m sorry?”

“Yeah, I’m at her apartment right now, but she isn’t here? I was going to see if she wanted to grab lunch while Rhett was playing at Liv’s for a little.” My breath comes back to my lungs as I realize she’s just at the wrong place and my Brave Girl is still at my apartment, safe and sound.

“She’s at my penthouse. Who brought you over there? Let me talk to them.”

She huffs in annoyance and I hear the phone change hands before Killian’s deep voice fills my helmet, “Sir.”

“Hey, Britt is at the penthouse today.”

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