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She bucked against him, breath ragged, breasts heaving, her moans and whimpers resonating at the very core of his ownbody.
“Erica … Erica …” he growled over and over, biting her shoulder lightly as her felt her start to come, and the tightening around his cock triggered his own explosive orgasm, so violent that if the desk hadn’t been so strong, it would’ve beenshaking.
He held her to him as he emptied himself deep inside, whispering raw nothings that he was glad nobody could possibly have understood, because they came from the softest part of him, his heart, where he never let anybodyin.
Finally, Brock slipped out of Erica and turned her back to facehim.
The dazed look on her face very nearly made him hard again and he leaned down to kiss her, letting her taste herself on hislips.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, brushing a tender kiss on each breast before slowly stepping back. “I hate to let you go.” As he spoke, he realized he meant it more ways thanone.
“Damn meetings,” Erica laughed breathlessly, beginning to collect her clothes. Brock didn’t make it easy on her, he admitted to himself later, interrupting her at every turn with another kiss, pressing his lips to each sweet, tender spot before it vanished beneath the unwanted fabric, until her blouse was finally fully buttoned and she somehow managed to pat her hair back intoplace.
“One sec,” Brock said, before she stepped out of the office. He picked up the phone. “Hey, Ange, do me a favor? There’s a package that was supposed to be delivered today and I haven’t seen it. Erica’s out on some kind of errand. Can you check?Thanks.”
A moment later, he hung up and smiled at Erica. “Coast isclear.”
As she smiled back and slipped out of the office, Brock stood there, frozen, staring after her, the realization sinking in more thanever.
He was crazy abouther.
Damn itall.
Chapter11
“I know, I know, I know.” Erica fended off Meagan’s scolding, hunching over the salad she’d been trying to eat ever since they got to their usual favorite lunch spot. She’d made the mistake of telling Meagan everything and was now paying dearly forit.
“You realize this is exactly what he wanted,” Meagan went on. “Paying off your debts was just an opener. He probably hired you because he liked how youlook—”
“Stop!” Erica cut in, finally having had enough, and Meagan must have heard the edge in her tone because she finally shut up. “I get it. I fell for my boss—yes, I fell for him, it wasn’t just me climbing into bed with nobody—” she said in response to her best friend’s suddenly wide eyes, “I fell for him, and that was my first mistake. My second was taking the money, and my third was sleeping with him. But he hired me because of my talent, Meagan. You said from the very beginning that it would be about my looks and that was insulting then. It’s insulting now.” Throwing down a few bills, Erica stood up, giving up onlunch.
“Wait,” Meagan said hastily, getting up too and reaching out a hand. “Erica, I didn’t mean it that way. I just don’t want you to gethurt.”
Erica stood stiffly, hating the tears in her eyes. “It’s not like I think it’ll work between us. How could it? He’s a billionaire and I’m some college student off the street who happened to get lucky enough to be hired by him. He’s a playboy. He’s been completely upfront about that. He doesn’t want to commit. I get it. I’m fully aware of the fucking reality. But that doesn’t make a bit of difference in how I feel.” She grabbed a napkin, jabbed at her eyes with it, and walkedaway.
As she did, with Meagan hurrying alongside her desperately, Erica’s phone started buzzing, and she looked down at it. “I don’t know who this is,” she muttered, stepping outside of the café and answering. “Hello?”
“Yes, is this Miss Samson?” She didn’t recognize the voice on the other end of theline.
“Yes?” Erica said uncertainly, shrugging her shoulders at Meagan’s quizzicallook.
“This is Officer Johnson. Ma’am, your father has just been transported to thehospital.”
Erica’s heart froze and she momentarily blanked out everything else the officer was saying until she finally registered the words heart attack heart attack heart attack, and they rattled around in her brain until they forced words from herlips.
“Oh my God. Is he going to be okay?” she cried into the phone, leaning into Meagan’s immediately supportive arm. “Where did you say he is? Is he going to beokay?”
“Ma’am, all I can tell you is that he is at the hospital right now.” The officer rattled off a name and address and then hung up, shakingviolently.
“I’ll drive,” Meagan said firmly, having gathered the gist of the conversation from Erica’s reaction. As she guided Erica along the street, the world seemed hazy and out offocus.
She couldn’t bring herself to think of something bad happening to her father. She’d barely known her mother. Her father had raised her by himself and was the best man sheknew.
“He has to be okay,” she whispered, tears streaming down her face as Meagan ushered her into her car and then sped toward thehospital.
The next 48hours were a living nightmare. From the moment they arrived in the hospital until Monday afternoon, when yet another heart specialist arrived to speak with her, all Erica could do was sit helplessly by her father’s bedside, where he was surrounded by so much machinery that it felt like a factory. There were so many tubes in his work-worn hands that she couldn’t even hold one, so she settled for staying awake beside him, touching his shoulder frequently, whispering prayers andpleas.
The specialist rambled on about her father’s heart condition, the reason for the induced coma, all the things Erica had been hearing for days, and then threw one more iron in thefire.
