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I didn’t know what it was called, that noise, but I knew it set me on fire every fucking time.

“Do you have any idea,” I asked, clenching my jaw as I grabbed her hips and started moving, “how many times I’ve imagined this exact scenario playing out in my office, on top of my desk, and I was absolutely the boss of you?”

Her breathing was erratic, her fingers tightly wrapped around the railing, but the smart-ass still managed to breathe out, “VP Blake is unethical in his perverted fantasies.”

“Only about you,” I said, and then I didn’t say anything else at all. It got too hot, too good, too overwhelmingly potent for me to remember what the hell words even were after that.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Izzy

How was Blake’s bed so unbelievably comfortable?

I opened my eyes and sighed happily, my head on the soft pillow, my body buried by the heavy down duvet. I was floating in a sea of dream bedding, bobbing in an ocean of warm comfort that smelled like fresh linens, and I didn’t want to ever get up.

I rolled over, grabbed my glasses from the nightstand, and put them on. It was dark and I was alone in the bed, but when I sat up, I could see that Blake was in the huge walk-in closet on the other side of the room.

He was standing in front of the full-length mirror in suit pants and a dress shirt, tying his tie.Dear Lord, the breadth of that perfect chest.His hair was damp, his feet were bare, and I found myself incredibly smitten as I watched him perform the daily task of getting dressed.

So, this is how Blake transforms into VP Blake.

There was just something so…intimateabout watching him ready himself for work. I froze, careful not to move a muscle and ruin the routine by interrupting. I wanted to memorize every mundane task for future mental playback. He turned to a stack of drawers that were built into the closet, and pulled out a rolled-up pair of socks.

“Good morning, Shay,” he said, not looking at me. His voice was scratchy, like he hadn’t used it yet, and something about it made me feel warm.

“How’d you know?” I asked, pulling up my knees and wrapping my arms around my legs. “I was so quiet.”

He exited the closet, giving me an amused look as he walked toward the bed with only that sliver of light illuminating the room. “That’s how I knew. Are you aware of the fact that you are never motionless—like, ever—when you’re asleep?”

I shrugged. “I maybe toss and turn alittle.”

“I damn near got seasick,” he teased, sitting down on the edge of the bed beside me.

“Did I keep you up?” I asked, wondering how he could look so perfect at six twenty-three in the morning.

“Nah. Your constant motion just served as a reminder that Isabella Shay was in my bed, which made me sleep like a fucking baby.”

That made me smile, and then my heart grew three sizes in my chest when he leaned closer and gave me a sweet peck on the mouth, the kind of kiss a man placed on his partner’s lips every morning before their days began.

“So, what are your plans for today?” he asked, turning his attention to his socks. Blake unrolled the pair, propped his leftfoot on his right knee, and pulled on the first sock. “Pizza in bed?”

I switched on the lamp and got up, stretching before walking over to the master bathroom. “I’m going to apply for as many jobs as I can, go for a long run outside, and perhaps take a nap becausesomeonedidn’t let me get any sleep last night.”

I flipped on the bathroom light and looked in the mirror. Gah—my hair was everywhere. I grabbed Blake’s brush and attempted to get my bedhead under control.

“I’m not sorry, and also, I was thinking I can walk to work today so you can use my car.”

I glanced over at him through the doorway. “I’m not going to take your car.”

“Why not?” He got up from the bed and walked back over to the closet. “You can use it all day, and then I’ll just force you to pick me up after work and stay over at my place again.”

I’d be lying if I said that didn’t make me blissfully happy. “You shouldn’t have to walk to work, and also, um, you drive an Audi.”

I heard him doing something in his closet as he said, “So?”

I turned on the water and put soap in my hands. “So it’s too nice.”

I started washing my face, in love with the smell of his soap, the clean minimalism of his bathroom, and even the fact that his expensive watch was sitting on the vanity beside a bottle of cologne. I felt like I was surrounded by Blake, and it was perfection.

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