Page 73 of Token

“Here, the sofa, or the bed?” His voice was husky as he laid out their options, his hand kneading her ass and dipping between to tease her moist center.

“Whichever will get you inside me the fastest,” she replied breathlessly, a cry of pleasure bubbling up inside her.

Pushing her hair aside, he nipped her neck with his teeth before soothing the spot with his tongue. “Okay, hold on,” he rasped, kneeing her legs wider apart. “I’m going to take you like this.”

Kennedy was panting so hard, so consumed by his taste and touch, the sound of the condom wrapper being torn open didn’t fully register until he thrust into her and she could feel every inch of him as he sank deep.

Tightening his grip on her hips, he went motionless as if savoring the initial moments of being inside her. She involuntarily clamped down on his erection, squeezing him tight, prompting a low and tortured groan from his throat.

Kennedy undulated her hips and clawed at his back, her sense of gravity lost in the whirlwind that encompassed them. He pulled out and slammed into her again, wrenching a sobbing cry from her. Her arms circled his neck as she sank her teeth into the taut flesh of his shoulder.

“Fuucck.”Everything he was feeling seemed to be encapsulated in the solitary uttered word. Then the chase was on, as he pounded them both to blissful completion.

Minutes later, when the vestiges of an explosive orgasm still held her body in thrall, she sagged and would have crumpled to the floor if he hadn’t scooped her into his arms.

Smiling dreamily up at him, she brushed his hair off his sweat-damp forehead. “That was good,” she murmured.

Nate chuckled and dropped a hard kiss on her swollen lips. “After I feed you, not only am I going to show you that collection of James Baldwin books I promised, but I’ll add in a couple from Jane Elliott if you’re good.”

Kennedy giggled and snuggled into the crook of his neck. “Looks like you’re angling for a blow job tonight.”

To that, Nate threw back his head and guffawed. After his laughter subsided, he lifted her chin with his finger and stared deep into her eyes. “I would like that very much.”

He kissed her again and she smiled against his lips.

She didn’t know for sure if she was falling in love—at this point, she wasn’t even sure she’deverbeen in love—with this man, but she could safely say she’d officially crossed the line of liking him a lot to liking him too much. Way too much.

“Oh good, you’re here. Mrs. Hanson-Gertz is here to see you. She doesn’t have an appointment, but she said she’d wait, so I put her in the small conference room,” Mina announced the minute Kennedy walked into the office the following morning.

What a lovely way to start off her day. From Nate’s strong arms to a personal visit from the dragon queen herself.

“I don’t think people are allowed to say no to her. For such a tiny woman, she’s pretty scary. She sure scares the crap out of me.” Mina’s expression was deadly earnest.

Kennedy snorted a laugh. “I guess I won’t be able to say I wasn’t warned.” She studied her young employee. “How are you doing? Are things getting better?”

Mina hadn’t taken the breakup with her ex-boyfriend well, but she didn’t talk about killing him anymore. Progress. But more than once Kennedy had caught her coming out of the ladies’ room, eyes red-rimmed and complexion mottled by the effects of tears. Addy had officially moved out two weeks ago, and today was the first day Mina looked close to her normal, cheerful self.

“Things aren’t getting better—they’re actually pretty good. I have a new roommate as of yesterday. Her name is Jazmine. She’s Iranian and Black and knows all the good places to go in the city and says I’m going to go out with her and have fun if it kills her—or me,” she concluded with a laugh.

“That’s great.” After everything she’d been through with her cheating ex, Mina deserved to be happy. She deserved to have fun.

“We went shopping yesterday and she picked this out. What do you think?” she asked, standing to show off a cute pair of sage-green three-quarter pants and a white petal-sleeve blouse. Mina had been trying to lose twenty pounds since Kennedy hired her and was self-conscious about wearing anything that revealed too much of her figure.

“You look great. Green is the perfect color on you and the slim cut makes your legs look long.” As far as Kennedy was concerned, she didn’t need to lose a pound.

“Thanks,” Mina said, her face flushed with pleasure. “Going forward, I’m going to treat myself to a new outfit every time I get paid.”

“Good for you. You deserve it. By the way, where’s Jonathan?” Kennedy asked, glancing over her shoulder at his dark, empty office. He was usually the first one in.

“Doctor’s appointment. He won’t be in until eleven.”

Duh.How could she forget—he’d only reminded her before he left the office yesterday. Kennedy blamed her memory lapse on her orgasm hangover, which couldn’t be cured with aspirin or caffeine, but didn’t come with the headache and cotton mouth brought on by alcohol.

“Okay,” Kennedy said, letting out a deep breath and squaring her shoulders. “Let me get this over with.”

Mina saw her off with an encouraging thumbs-up.

Margaret Hanson-Gertz was exactly how Kennedy pictured her. The photo she’d pulled up of her on Google had to be at least ten to fifteen years out of date. The face that greeted her when she stepped into the conference room was more lined, the crow’s-feet around her hazel eyes deeper. The shots of gray running through her dyed blond hair were barely discernible to the naked eye.

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