Tangled
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“I don’t—”
“It’s okay, Drew. You know, this has been nice…”
Nice? She calls what we did last night and all day—in the bedroom, the kitchen, the shower, up against the hallway wall—“nice”? Is she f**king joking?
She must see the look on my face, because she stops mid-sentence and raises an eyebrow. “I’m sorry, was that the wrong adjective? Did I insult your fragile male ego?”
I stutter indignantly, “Well…yeah.”
“What word would you prefer?”
FYI—I’m still naked, and if my dick’s posture is any indication, it doesn’t take Einstein to figure out what I’d really prefer at the moment.
“Stupendous? Transcendent? Unparalleled?” I punctuate each word with a predatory step in her direction.
She matches my forward momentum with nervous steps backward, until her ass bumps up against my dresser. I smirk down at her. “You’re a graduate of the most prestigious business program in the country, Kate. My honor demands that you come up with something, anything, better than ‘nice.’”
She stares at my chest a minute. Then she looks up into my eyes. She looks serious. “I should go.”
She tries to walk past me, but I grab her arm and pull her back. “I don’t want you to go.”
No—don’t ask me why. I won’t answer. Not now. I’m only focused on here—and her. The rest doesn’t matter. She looks at my hand on her arm and then at me. “Drew…”
“Don’t leave, Kate.” I pick her up, sit her on the dresser, and step between her legs. “Stay.” I kiss her neck and nibble her ear. She shivers. I whisper, “Stay with me, Kate.” I look into her eyes. “Please.”
She bites her lip. Then smiles slowly. “Okay.”
I smile in return. And then my mouth is on hers. The kiss is long and slow and deep. I push her skirt up, skimming the skin of her thighs with my fingertips. She’s still not wearing any underwear.
You’ve got to love the easy access.
I kneel down in front of her. “Drew…?” It’s a half question, half moan.
“Shhh. If I’m going to top ‘nice’ I need to concentrate.”
And there’s not a single coherent word between us for the rest of the night.
Chapter 16
EVERY SUPERHERO HAS A HIDEOUT—a sanctuary. At least all the good ones do. I have one too. My own personal Bat Cave. It’s where the magic happens. Where I’ve built the legend that is my career.
My home office.
It’s a male haven. A pu**y-free zone—in the good kind of way. Every guy should have one. I decorated it myself—each piece, every detail. If my car is my baby, this room is my firstborn. My pride and joy.
Mahogany floors, handmade oriental rugs, English leather couches. A stone fireplace and built-in bookshelves line one wall. Behind my desk is a full picture window that offers a priceless view of the city. And in the corner is a card table where the guys and I drink aged Scotch, smoke Cuban cigars, and play poker once a month.
It’s the only time Steven is allowed to come out and play.
I’m at my desk, in boxers, working on my laptop. It’s what I do every Sunday afternoon.
Kate? No—she’s still here. But after our f**k-a-thon last night, I figured I should let her sleep in. Recharge the batteries. I canceled brunch with my mother and blew off the basketball game with the boys. And now I’m staring at the final draft of a contract when a sleepy voice calls me from the doorway.
“Hey.”
I look up and smile. “Hi.”
She’s wearing another one of my T-shirts—the black Metallica one. It goes past her knees. That and the sleep-mussed hair make her look sweet but sexy. Alluring. Compared to Kate, work’s not looking so appetizing anymore.
She runs a hand through her hair as her eyes sweep over the room. “This is a beautiful office, Drew. Breathtaking.”
Kate is the type of woman who appreciates the importance of an awe-inspiring workspace. If you want to be a winner, you need an office that says you already are one. “Thanks. It’s my favorite room in the apartment.”
“I can see why.”
She picks up a frame from one of the shelves and shows it to me. “Who’s this?”
It’s a picture of Mackenzie and me at the beach last summer. She buried me up to my neck in the sand. “My niece, Mackenzie.”
She looks at the photo and smiles. “She’s adorable. I bet she worships you.”
“Yeah, she does. And I’d pretty much cut my hand off for her if she asked me to, so it’s equitable. I’d love for you to meet her one day.”
Kate doesn’t hesitate. “I’d really like that.”
She makes her way over to my chair and perches herself on my knee. I lean forward till my lips find hers—my tongue driving deep into the mouth I now know so well.
She snuggles back against my bare chest. “You’re so warm.” She rests her head on my shoulder and looks toward my computer. “What are you working on?”
I sigh. “This deal with Jarvis Technologies.”
Jarvis is a communications company. They’re looking to acquire a broadband satellite subsidiary.
I rub my eyes.
“Problems?”
I’m usually a lone wolf when it comes to business. I don’t confide—I don’t share. My opinion is the only one that counts. But talking to Kate about business is kind of like talking to myself. I’m actually interested in hearing what she has to say. “Yeah. The CEO is all brains and no balls. I’ve got the perfect deal lined up, but he won’t pull the trigger. He’s nervous about the risk.”
“It’s okay, Drew. You know, this has been nice…”
Nice? She calls what we did last night and all day—in the bedroom, the kitchen, the shower, up against the hallway wall—“nice”? Is she f**king joking?
She must see the look on my face, because she stops mid-sentence and raises an eyebrow. “I’m sorry, was that the wrong adjective? Did I insult your fragile male ego?”
I stutter indignantly, “Well…yeah.”
“What word would you prefer?”
FYI—I’m still naked, and if my dick’s posture is any indication, it doesn’t take Einstein to figure out what I’d really prefer at the moment.
“Stupendous? Transcendent? Unparalleled?” I punctuate each word with a predatory step in her direction.
She matches my forward momentum with nervous steps backward, until her ass bumps up against my dresser. I smirk down at her. “You’re a graduate of the most prestigious business program in the country, Kate. My honor demands that you come up with something, anything, better than ‘nice.’”
She stares at my chest a minute. Then she looks up into my eyes. She looks serious. “I should go.”
She tries to walk past me, but I grab her arm and pull her back. “I don’t want you to go.”
No—don’t ask me why. I won’t answer. Not now. I’m only focused on here—and her. The rest doesn’t matter. She looks at my hand on her arm and then at me. “Drew…”
“Don’t leave, Kate.” I pick her up, sit her on the dresser, and step between her legs. “Stay.” I kiss her neck and nibble her ear. She shivers. I whisper, “Stay with me, Kate.” I look into her eyes. “Please.”
She bites her lip. Then smiles slowly. “Okay.”
I smile in return. And then my mouth is on hers. The kiss is long and slow and deep. I push her skirt up, skimming the skin of her thighs with my fingertips. She’s still not wearing any underwear.
You’ve got to love the easy access.
I kneel down in front of her. “Drew…?” It’s a half question, half moan.
“Shhh. If I’m going to top ‘nice’ I need to concentrate.”
And there’s not a single coherent word between us for the rest of the night.
Chapter 16
EVERY SUPERHERO HAS A HIDEOUT—a sanctuary. At least all the good ones do. I have one too. My own personal Bat Cave. It’s where the magic happens. Where I’ve built the legend that is my career.
My home office.
It’s a male haven. A pu**y-free zone—in the good kind of way. Every guy should have one. I decorated it myself—each piece, every detail. If my car is my baby, this room is my firstborn. My pride and joy.
Mahogany floors, handmade oriental rugs, English leather couches. A stone fireplace and built-in bookshelves line one wall. Behind my desk is a full picture window that offers a priceless view of the city. And in the corner is a card table where the guys and I drink aged Scotch, smoke Cuban cigars, and play poker once a month.
It’s the only time Steven is allowed to come out and play.
I’m at my desk, in boxers, working on my laptop. It’s what I do every Sunday afternoon.
Kate? No—she’s still here. But after our f**k-a-thon last night, I figured I should let her sleep in. Recharge the batteries. I canceled brunch with my mother and blew off the basketball game with the boys. And now I’m staring at the final draft of a contract when a sleepy voice calls me from the doorway.
“Hey.”
I look up and smile. “Hi.”
She’s wearing another one of my T-shirts—the black Metallica one. It goes past her knees. That and the sleep-mussed hair make her look sweet but sexy. Alluring. Compared to Kate, work’s not looking so appetizing anymore.
She runs a hand through her hair as her eyes sweep over the room. “This is a beautiful office, Drew. Breathtaking.”
Kate is the type of woman who appreciates the importance of an awe-inspiring workspace. If you want to be a winner, you need an office that says you already are one. “Thanks. It’s my favorite room in the apartment.”
“I can see why.”
She picks up a frame from one of the shelves and shows it to me. “Who’s this?”
It’s a picture of Mackenzie and me at the beach last summer. She buried me up to my neck in the sand. “My niece, Mackenzie.”
She looks at the photo and smiles. “She’s adorable. I bet she worships you.”
“Yeah, she does. And I’d pretty much cut my hand off for her if she asked me to, so it’s equitable. I’d love for you to meet her one day.”
Kate doesn’t hesitate. “I’d really like that.”
She makes her way over to my chair and perches herself on my knee. I lean forward till my lips find hers—my tongue driving deep into the mouth I now know so well.
She snuggles back against my bare chest. “You’re so warm.” She rests her head on my shoulder and looks toward my computer. “What are you working on?”
I sigh. “This deal with Jarvis Technologies.”
Jarvis is a communications company. They’re looking to acquire a broadband satellite subsidiary.
I rub my eyes.
“Problems?”
I’m usually a lone wolf when it comes to business. I don’t confide—I don’t share. My opinion is the only one that counts. But talking to Kate about business is kind of like talking to myself. I’m actually interested in hearing what she has to say. “Yeah. The CEO is all brains and no balls. I’ve got the perfect deal lined up, but he won’t pull the trigger. He’s nervous about the risk.”
