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“Fucking come, baby. Come on my dick. Milk it. I can’t wait—” His voice came out almost angry, but then a guttural cry escaped him that was all pleasure, and he rocked into her, twitching and gyrating as he shot hot come into her.
 

The sensation was too much, and she cried out, his name flying from her lips, her body spasming around his.
 

He fell onto her, grinding her hips uncomfortably into the couch, but she didn’t care. She wasn’t sure she’d ever be bothered by anything again. Not the fact that his body was sweaty and hot against hers as he pulled her close and breathed into her neck. Not his seed that she could feel trickling down the inside of her thighs. Not even the fact that she’d just had sex with the one person in this world she’d thought she hated.

And when he pulled back just long enough to move her hair out of the way to kiss her neck, she pushed down her worries. The moment was too perfect not to enjoy.

“You think there’s any food in this place?”

She laughed, probably inappropriately long and hard at the comment, and he helped her stand while she was still snickering to herself.

“What’s so funny?”

“You and food. It never fails.”

“What can I say, you whet my appetite.”

A smile touched his lips when they pressed against hers for a quick kiss, and a slight thrill ran through her at the touch. A small part of her had wondered if his affection would disappear entirely after they had sex.
 

“Stacy’s dad was up here a couple of days ago, I think. He usually keeps the fridge stocked this time of year. If the power doesn’t come on soon, it’ll all go bad anyway,” she said.

They dressed as quickly as they could, given the darkness. And then Bryan was whipping them up turkey sandwiches in the kitchen. At least, it tasted like turkey. It was hard to tell in the moonlight.

Carrie was halfway through hers in no time flat, thankful that the darkness hid the fact that she was practically shoving the food down her throat. Great sex apparently made for a hefty appetite for her, too.

“You should let me take you out for a real dinner. After we get out of this blizzard, I mean.”

She swallowed the large chunk of sandwich that had formed a rock in her throat. “I don’t want you to feel obligated—”

“I don’t. I…I just want to take you out.”

The hesitancy in his voice was almost startling. Bryan didn’t hesitate. Never. The man was always so sure of himself. So certain he was right.
 

“Look, maybe we shouldn’t try to make this more than it is.” An ache settled into her chest as she spoke, but she didn’t want to go out with someone she could hardly get along with simply because they meshed well—scratch that,
amazingly
well—in bed.

“I don’t know if it’s the darkness, or the sex, or the fact that we’re alone for the first time. But I’m feeling very…honest, Carrie. Like I need to get this out there.” He stepped closer and slid his hand down her upper arm until he reached her hand. He took her hand in his, holding her gently. “I think you’re a hell of a girl, even if we don’t always agree on things. You’re bullheaded and you get under my skin in a way no one ever has. But you’re also warm and laid back and fun and…maybe I could learn to be a little more fun myself.”

The risk of embarrassing herself suddenly seemed minor compared to how scary it had to be for him to put himself out there like that. And her face burned at the compliments and his tender tone. She leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips.

The lights flickered on, bathing them and revealing them both with suddenly clarity.

He blinked, his face as open as she’d ever seen, but his stunning blue eyes never left hers. It was the resolve there that pushed her through, cleared her hesitant feelings and worries. He was telling the truth. And if he could take that kind of a risk on her, why couldn’t she be brave enough to do the same?

“Dinner,” she said, “would be wonderful.”

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Chapter One

I glared at the report, willing the numbers to change. They didn’t. It was going to be another long night. Another long month. So much for the date Marianne had set me up on. No way was I making it tonight. A quick text and I had postponed my date until some vague time in the future. It was the second time I’d cancelled on the man, which meant it was probably the last time I’d hear from him. Marianne was going to be irritated, but there wasn’t much I could do about work.

I leaned back and stretched in the office chair. My muscles loosened, but soon clenched up at the sight of the clock hanging on the conference room wall. Dammit. Eight o’clock already.
 

“Coffee?” The tech guy, Daniel, who’d been helping me build reports for our hardass of a new boss, peeked his head in the doorway.

“That would be wonderful, thanks.”

Daniel gave me his signature killer grin and disappeared.

The sigh escaped before I could stop it, and I rubbed my face in my hands. I had to quit checking out the IT guy. One of these days, he was going to notice. And then where would I be? Embarrassed as hell.

But Daniel didn’t make it easy. Not only did he stay late and help without complaint like the great guy he was, but he was also freakishly hot. Not in the more intensely physical way that Bruce, my new boss, was. But still, he was very nice to look at in a hot geek kind of a way. Not too muscly, but nor was he thin. And something about his glasses and quick mind did it for me. Maybe it was the way he seemed to examine me through them. Like he could see through me, to my hidden fantasies.

God, my mind was making things up about my coworkers now. I so needed to get out on a date.
 

At least he gave me safer fodder for daydreams than my boss did. I could admit it to myself—I had a crush. A major crush on a man who barely knew I existed as a human person rather than a machine who compiled reports for him. I’d heard around the office grapevine that Bruce had been through a bad divorce. Whether that was true or not, I wasn’t sure.
 

But since work had gotten so busy the last few months, my imagination was the closest thing to a sex life I’d had in far too long. No wonder my daydreams had turned inappropriate at the office. Not that it mattered anyway, even if Bruce had noticed my interest. He was sexy, powerful, and had an intensity about him that drew women—I wasn’t the only woman in the office who’d made eyes at him, that was for sure.

And me…well, I wasn’t terrible to look at. But I wasn’t a model by any stretch of the imagination. I had just a little too much meat on my hips and ass, and while I could pass for cute, I’d never be beautiful or stunning.
 

“Here you go, Alison.” Daniel reappeared with a coffee in hand and I smiled gratefully. He didn’t usually get me coffee. I must really look exhausted for him to have offered when he wasn’t even going for a cup himself.

“I think we’re about there for this report. Could you make a couple of adjustments for me before you go?” I hated to ask, but my new boss was even more of a workaholic than I was, and his standards were a little on the crazy side. He’d only been with the company for a few months though, so I had hopes that he would calm down after he got up to speed and felt more comfortable in his new position.

“Sure.” Daniel took the sticky note from my hand and disappeared. I tried to push thoughts of him from my mind. His big hands, strong shoulders. He couldn’t be much younger than I was, maybe two or three years? That would put him at twenty five, twenty six? Not
too
young.

I shook my head. What was I thinking? I really needed to get out of the office on time soon. Go out on a date. Get laid. How long had it been since I’d had sex?
 

I moved to the other side of the conference room table and started going through the stack of papers there. Somewhere in this mess were the explanations that Bruce would require sometime before lunch the next day. While I was scrunched over a particularly frustrating report, I felt hands touch my shoulders. I jumped a tiny bit, but the hands held firm.

“You look tense,” a low voice said.

I relaxed at the familiar tone, but only slightly. “You scared me, Daniel.”

“Did I? That’s because you’re so tense. Jumpy.”

He was probably right, but his hands on my shoulders felt good, too good. He rubbed slowly but with perfect pressure. A soft moan escaped my lips.

I knew I shouldn’t—it wasn’t proper—but I couldn’t help but lean into his massage. The pressure on my tense muscles felt so amazing. And it was wonderful to be touched.

I closed my eyes, only wanting to enjoy it for a moment. That was okay, right? Not too inappropriate. He couldn’t know that it turned me on, that even now my panties were damp and my stomach clenched in need. This was innocent, no matter how my body reacted. I could think about the moment we were sharing later—it could lead somewhere far more interesting in my head when I was safely at home with my vibrator.

Then his hands were gone. I blinked and pushed down the sudden feeling of loss. Half the lights in the conference room flickered off, leaving the room only dimly lit.

“Can’t really work with the lights off, Daniel,” I said, keeping my tone light.

“You work too much,” he replied.

I shivered at the low tone in his voice. Did he sound husky, like our small touch had affected him, too? No. That wasn’t possible. He had plenty of women chasing him, and he’d slept with more than his fair share from the rumors I’d heard. Such a small touch wouldn’t affect a man like him. Especially not with someone like me, a mousy woman at least a couple of years older than him.

“Well, these reports won’t finish themselves.” I kept my tone as light as I could, but couldn’t help the slight catch in my voice.

“There will be time enough for those after.”

“After what?” I turned to look at him, blinking in confusion as he pulled off his tie and tossed it on the conference table.

“After we both relax a little.” The shadows in the room cast his face in an odd light, making his grin seem more dangerous, his eyes darker.

“I don’t know what—”

“Stand up, Alison.”

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Anna Daye lives in the desert with her husband and pets. When she's not wrangling cats or her husband, she is writing romantic fiction with a spicy edge.
 

She is a staunch believer in happy endings and unicorns. One of these things is definitely true.
http://www.annadaye.com

 
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