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“I didn’t think I would, but…” She nods, almost looking shy. “Yeah, I do.”

“Well, don’t hold back because I want to hear every naughty thought running through that gorgeous head of yours.”

After rolling the protection on, I settle between her legs and line myself up. I drag my shaft up and down her wet folds, teasing and pushing us both to the edge.

“Please, Nash,” she cries and lifts her hips.

One soft plea from her is all it takes and the moment I sink inside her heat, we both groan. I begin to move my hips, finding a rhythm that seems to work for us both, and Charlie keeps up with each thrust. Sex has never been this powerful with anyone before and Charlie and I are completely in sync as the intensity builds into a fever.

Propped on an elbow, I reach down and massage her clit until she’s writhing and bucking up beneath me. I refuse to come before her and I increase the speed of my thrusts, trying to hit the spot that makes her scream and shudder.

“You first, baby,” I rasp. She’s right on the edge and holding on is going to be a challenge for me. But I love a fucking challenge.

Her body clenches around me. “No, you,” she gasps.

I hiss out a curse. “Don’t argue. Just fucking come.”

Our gazes lock and I can see she’s not about to give up without a fight. She bites down on her lip and gives me that stubbornly beautiful look that says she’s going to win.

“Aww, hell,” I moan, the pressure at the base of my spine building. My orgasm is coming, fast and with the power of a speeding locomotive barely able to stay on its tracks. I don’t think I can hold back. Still, I’m going to give her a run for her money.

I kiss her hard, rotate my hips and manage a couple more thrusts into her delectable body before I explode. Half a second later, her release hits and we both cry out, pleasure rolling over us like waves. Collapsing to the side, I’m half on top of her, panting hard, trying to catch my breath as she runs her fingers through my hair and says, “I won.”

I lift my head. “No way. That was a tie.”

“You came first. Sorry.”

“Barely.”

“I guess you’re going to have to try harder next time,” she teases and drags her nails lightly down my back.

“Vixen,” I whisper and kiss her again. If she wants to play this game, she better watch out because she has no idea what I’m capable of. “Challenge accepted, baby,” I say and start to slide down her body.

18

CHARLIE

After we return from California, I try my best to remain professional with Nash while we’re in the office, but it’s so damn difficult. We’re always sneaking touches, sharing heated glances and making excuses to disappear behind closed doors.

It’s getting late one evening when Nash slips into my office and shuts the door. I know that predatory look on his face but, unfortunately, I don’t have time to play. As he loosens his tie and stalks forward, I raise a hand.

“Keep your clothes on, Beckett. I have a meeting in-” I glance down at the slim watch on my wrist- “twenty minutes.”

“It’s almost five,” he complains. “Why so late?”

“It’s the only time Jordan could come.”

His face screws up in a frown. “I don’t like him. He’s got the hots for you.”

I pretend like I don’t know what he’s talking about. “Don’t be silly. He’s just a client.” Standing up, I walk around my desk and straighten his tie. “But I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t be here when he arrives. That look on your face is enough to frighten him away.”

“Good,” Nash grumbles.

I place a quick kiss on his lips. “Shoo!”

With an annoyed frown he turns and walks out looking like an angry, little boy who didn’t get his way. Even though I roll my eyes, I love that he’s jealous of Jordan.

After Ivy escorts Jordan down to my office, I ask her to bring us copies of the latest marketing reports on a new app. While she goes off to print them, Jordan smiles and makes his way around my desk to stand in front of the window.

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