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“I’m trying to be a fucking gentleman. Neither of us asked for this situation but it what it is,” I run my finger from her clavicle down between her large breast, over her softly rounded stomach only to stop above her shaved sex. “Your robe is slipping, Lake. I’m just a man. Don’t push me.”

She moans and I see her clamp her thighs together.

“We can work this to our advantage and enjoy each other as we had planned, or we can go back to the way things were before you knew I was the man you met online.” Slowly I close the front of her robe. “Either way, you’re fired.”

Chapter Seven

Lake Roman

“Fired?”Igasp.

“Yes Lake, fired. I can’t work with you. Not knowing what you sound like when you come. I have dreams about the sounds you make. How am I supposed to remain professional? And I know that I won’t be able to let you work with another man in my building.” He tries to explain his rationale to me. “I can’t be your boss knowing what you hide beneath those perfectly acceptable work suits.”

“So you’re punishing me?” I ask, sadness coloring my tone.

“No Lake, if I wanted to punish you, we wouldn’t be talking.”

I push against his chest trying to get away from the wall, away from him. “It sure feels like a punishment. I have a good job at a prestigious firm and now I’m being fired.”

“Yes,” he nods. “But I will find you another job. A better job.”

“Really?” I raise an eyebrow. “Why would you do that?”

“Because I can’t fuck my employee and I really want to bury my cock deep inside you,” he answers crowding me against the wall again, his finger tracing my cleavage lightly. “God knows I should walk away from you. I have already been the cause of you getting hurt but I can’t. All I can think about is tying you to my bed and fucking you until you I cry.”

A whimper leaves me, my pussy clenching down on nothing. The image he conjures with his words is pulled directly from my fantasies and he knows it.

“I want to show you the kind of marks I would leave on your body,” his lips are close to my ear, his hard cock digging into my stomach. “I want you begging for more.”

“Wilder,” I’m breathless and more than a little aroused.

“Say yes, Lake. Accept that you’re fired and let me take control.” He runs his nose down my neck, inhaling me deeply. A finger ghosts across my left nipple and my damn knees nearly buckle beneath me.

“And if I don’t?” I challenge.

I know I’m going to say yes, even if he doesn’t help me get a new job. This is what I wanted. I want someone to take my control from me. I want him to pleasure me, use my body, push me to limits I didn’t even know I had. I’m just being a brat.

“We are going to be here for a week Lake. Do you really think you can hold out that long?” His voice is almost a purr in my ear.

He presses his jean-clad thigh between mine, rubbing the fabric against my overly sensitive pussy. My head falls back against the wall and I moan loudly at the contact. Maybe there is something wrong with me after all. How can I be so wildly turned on by Wilder when I almost died this morning? How can I trust this man, essentially a stranger with my safety after someone I thought I love almost killed me?

“I can feel the heat coming off that juicy cunt,” he growls before nipping my ear, pressing his thigh against my sex harder. “I can smell your arousal and it is driving me insane.”

I have never been the type of girl who liked a vulgar man, but it seems that Wilder is the exception. His dirty-talking mouth is only working me up more.

“Say yes, Lake,” he whispers into my ear. “This is what we both want.”

“Yes,” I moan writhing on his thigh like the wanton slut I apparently am. “Yes, Wilder.”

“Thank fuck,” he replies pushing my robe off my shoulders and letting it pool at our feet.

He doesn’t waste any time dropping to his knees in front of me. His hungry gaze takes in every inch of my exposed skin. Wilder covers my sex with his mouth and worships me with his tongue.

I always thought I didn’t enjoy oral sex. Turns out, the guy I was with was just doing it wrong. It feels like mere seconds before my orgasm crashes over me, stealing the breath from my lunges. I have my hands thrust into his hair, twisting the strands in my fingers.

“Again,” Wilder rumbles against my sex when I try to pull his head away.

“It’s too much.”

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