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Her sex starts spasming around me, and I hold her body tight to mine and keep our eyes locked.

I groan as my orgasm slams into me, and I feel myself coming inside her.

We keep slowly rocking together, riding out our orgasms. She wraps her arms around my shoulders again, holding me tighter.

Slowing, we stop moving, and she drops her forehead to mine.

"I don't think I've ever had sex this good before," she giggles.

"You bring it out of me," I chuckle as I tuck her under my arm.

I know we've got to get up at some point, but I'm not in any hurry, and it doesn't seem like she is either as she rests her head on my shoulder. I brush her hair to the side and kiss her forehead.

Love has always been such a foreign construct in my mind. Something I knew I'd never have outside my family.

But holding her now, seeing the look in her eyes as I look down at her wrapped around me, I know I am completely lost to her. I hope she wants it because my heart is hers. I am in love with her and it is the best and scariest thing I've ever known.

CHAPTER19

Lisa

I've been smilingall morning.

Last night with John was more than just amazing - it was incredible.

All of the fears that had been gnawing at me - the fear of revealing my past, my divorce, and the real reason why I had been retreating into my shell - finally melted away when I told John everything.

And the best part was that he listened.

His gaze didn’t waver, his attention didn’t falter. He saw me, the real me, and it felt like he genuinely understood. Then we made love in such an intense and beautiful way that I can't stop revisiting it in my head.

Now, I'm standing in front of the elevator, holding my lunch and counting the minutes until I can see John again.

My smile drops when the elevator door opens.

Victor Folkes is standing in the elevator, a smug grin playing on his lips as if he's just closed a million-dollar deal. His hair, slicked back with an excessive amount of gel, glistens under the office lights as his cold blue eyes flick over me.

The light feeling in my chest dissipates, replaced by a tightness in my chest that makes me feel like I can't breathe.

I quickly avert my gaze and consider making a beeline for the stairs, not wanting to give Victor the satisfaction of seeing me flustered.

"Good afternoon, Lisa," Victor intones smoothly, stepping aside to allow me to enter the elevator. His voice contains a touch of amusement that I don't quite understand. "I was hoping I'd run into you today."

His grin widens at my startled expression, and I can't help feeling like a mouse caught in a cat's gaze.

"Good afternoon, Victor," I reply curtly, forcing a polite smile. "I was just coming back from lunch."

Keeping my gaze fixed on the elevator buttons, I step inside and press for my floor. As the elevator doors close, I pray silently that today isn't the day Victor decides to make my life more complicated than it already is.

"You should've told me you were going out for lunch," Victor says, his grin fixed in place, "I could've joined you. It would have given us a chance to get to know each other better, especially considering that we'll be working together closely soon."

His words send an icy chill down my spine.

Last week, HR formally offered me the position of Victor's new secretary. Although, if I'm being honest, the offer sounded more like a command than a proposal.

I sat in the conference room, a polite smile on my face, nodding along while they went over the benefits of the position. They were all things that I desperately need - a higher salary, better health benefits, and more vacation days.

But I'm still not convinced working for Victor is the right move.

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