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“There is only one woman at the office that I want to fuck. I can’t get her out of my head. She is infuriating and often pigheaded. But I want her so badly that no one can even come close to it.”

I was acutely aware of how my breathing had increased at an alarming rate. I felt the bulge of his massive cock press into me and couldn’t help the small whimper that escaped my lips.

He bent his head and kissed me so tenderly that I could have wept from it. There was reassurance in that kiss as well as a promise that this was only the beginning.

When he moved his face away from mine, he smiled that sexy-ass grin of his. “I think I am going to like being engaged to you.”

Chapter Twenty

Sutton

All the rest of that day, Candice and I worked on some of the projects that I had been given. I was finally starting to understand what went on here at Sutton Enterprises, and surprisingly, I liked it.

However, no matter what I did, I couldn’t keep that kiss out of my head. Over and over again, I replayed how his soft lips had landed on mine. The feel of his minty breath brushing across my face and his hard body pressing me up against the door. Everything about Mark Williams turned me on. He made me feel things I’d never felt before, and that scared me.

By the end of the day, I had thoroughly exhausted myself and was horny as hell. I was too tired to be interested in picking anything up for dinner. Mark insisted that his driver stop and pick up some Chinese food that I was really coming to love.

Instead of climbing right into bed, I begrudgingly changed into some yoga pants and a tank top, thankful to be rid of my dress clothes and heels. I debated on leaving my bra off. My back was starting to ache, and getting rid of that bra at the end of a hard day was akin to entering heaven in my book.

With a resigned sigh, I left my bra on and padded out toward the living room.

“Hey, Sutton,” Mark called out from the kitchen. “Do you want red or white wine with your Chinese food?”

I sank down onto the soft couch, loving the smell of my favorite Chinese food wafting up from the coffee table. The upholstery fabric was rich and soft against my fingertips. I loved Mark’s apartment—everything about it reminded me of him.

“Red, please,” I answered him and then curled my legs up underneath me. Mark grinned when he saw me already making myself comfortable. After handing me my glass of wine, Mark picked up the remote and asked me if I wanted to watch anything.

We settled on a movie that I hadn’t seen before and dug into the food. I was a lot hungrier than I thought. I loaded up on chow mein, fried rice, sweet and sour chicken, egg rolls, and crab rangoon.

Eating way too much, I was so full that I had a food baby. Laughing, I rubbed my belly as I let my head roll against the back of the couch.

“Why did you let me eat so much?” I whined.

Mark barked out a laugh. “I really don’t remember me forcing you to eat. And for some reason, I think that if I tried to tell you what you should be eating you might try and cut my balls off.”

“Damn straight,” I answered, blushing because it wasn’t like Mark to talk about balls.

The movie must have been some type of romance because the couple on the TV we’re really going. There was silence in the room as we both seemed to be sucked into it at the same time. The heavy breathing and panting on the screen did nothing to help my growing feelings for Mark. That, combined with him getting my favorite food, almost pushed me over the edge. I was seconds away from jumping the man—to hell with the food baby.

It was becoming apparent that I was going to be hot and bothered anytime I was around Mark. So, the girl crying out as her man pumped into her wasn’t helping. She moaned as his hand ran up her thigh and hip to settle on her breasts.

I don’t know if it was his sharp intake of breath or my own but one second we were watching the television, and the next he was on me pressing me back into the couch.

“Tell me to stop, Sutton. Tell me this is wrong, tell me that this isn’t the time or the place. Tell me you don’t want me,” Mark pleaded as he reigned warm hot kisses on my cheeks, neck, and lips.

If he was looking for a conscience, the last place he should have checked with was with me. I wanted this man. I had wanted him for what seemed like forever, and in a way that was so primal that my fingers sank into his skin, holding him tightly against me. He growled and gently bit my shoulder.

Then, pulling back for a moment, he yanked his t-shirt over his head. Being lost in the sheer beauty of his body, I saw his tattoo and it intrigued me. I made a mental note to ask him about it later when my brain decided to take up residence in my body again. Right now, I couldn’t do anything but think of his hot lips firmly pressed against my body.

He grabbed the edge of my tank top and yanked it over my head so suddenly that my hair flew into my face. I laughed, brushing it aside and secretly wishing that I had gone ahead and left my bra off.

I shouldn’t have worried because Mark made short work of the lacy material, and once my breasts were free, he stared in wonder.

“Holy fuck,” he breathed, eyes dilated and focused on my tightening nipples. “Why do you have to be so perfect?” his deep voice groaned.

He cupped my breast and took one of the pink tips into his mouth. As he sucked, my back arched, coming off the couch to follow his mouth.

It felt so damn good.

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