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  I cross the room in three long strides. Grabbing her face between my palms, I look into her eyes ready to get lost in them. Those tempting red lips part, and her mocha-scented breath wafts over me. Tate leans in, and my hard cock brushes up against her stomach. The smell of her perfume invades my nose, and all I can think about is claiming her mouth, until Weston’s voice sounds in the dark recesses of my mind and tells me not to get involved or I’ll blow more than just a load in my pants.

  I mentally curse Weston Hunter for sending Tate Reynolds here to torture me.

  Dropping my hands, I pull away as my pulse hammers in my ears.

  “This can’t happen.” I storm toward the door not looking back and suck in a deep breath. I’m losing my goddamn mind.

  Fuck, this woman is impossible to be near.

  Tate

  Kicking off my heels, I don’t care where they land. I unzip the back of my skirt allowing it to drop to the floor and pool at my feet as I hastily unbutton my top.

  Goddamn Decker Collins.

  I’m so turned on right now I can’t see straight. I told myself I’d never let a man get me flustered, but that’s exactly what I am. My heartbeat is still ringing in my ears after that shit he pulled a while ago at the office. Who does he think he is?

  “Think you can play these games with me, Decker Collins?” I say to no one in particular as I fight with my blouse before finally yanking it over my head.

  Screw him. I need to release this pent-up frustration. I’m wound up tight and I need an orgasm like an alcoholic needs a drink. That smug, freaking jerk. His face flashes to my mind and warmth spreads through my veins. Once my top is off, next goes the bra. I fan out on the bed. My fingers move at their own accord rubbing over one of my nipples, pretending it’s Decker’s tongue trailing lazy circles around it.

  I sigh.

  He has me all twisted up inside. Rolling over to the side of the bed, I bend down to my suitcase and my hand goes into a frenzy searching for the one thing that can alleviate this stress, B.O.B. Once he’s in my grip, all feels right with the world again.

  Nobody can get me off better than me.

  I slide my panties down my legs and roll to my back. Visions of Decker filter through my memory, but it’s not enough. I prop my phone up on the nightstand and pull his photo up online. It’s a few years old and he’s volunteering at some baseball thing for a charity group. Shirtless and squirting water in his mouth, his abs are on display, and the dark hair of his happy trail coming up from his pants sends a thrill through me. It’s why I chose this picture. I stare at Decker in his gray sweats that hang low on his hips and show off the vee that points like an arrow straight down to his cock.

  Sliding my vibrator between my thighs, the hum starts at a gentle pace, but increases with intensity as my hips arch. Back and forth, I slide my favorite toy through my slick folds pretending it’s Decker who’s touching me. I want to feel that stubble on his jaw scratch between my thighs as his tongue licks right where I need it to. I can practically smell his earthy scent as I stare harder at the picture, enjoying thoughts of his tense body pressing down on mine. My fantasy is nothing but him taking control and pleasuring me. I spread my legs farther apart and tease at my nipples with my free hand. A moan passes through my lips.

  I’m getting close.

  Grinding my hips up and down, I rub over my clit. It’s absolute heaven. My orgasm starts to build and then my stupid screen cuts off to a call from a number I don’t recognize.

  Ugh!

  I snatch my phone from the nightstand after all thoughts of an orgasm dissipate. I slide my thumb across the screen and yell, “What?”

  “Tate?”

  Shit. This can’t be happening.

  I clutch the phone to my chest and get all tingly at the sound. Decker fucking Collins. The current bane of my existence. He must be calling from his house phone. I can’t even respond because I’m so out of breath and worked up.

  “What the hell are you doing?”

  I finally manage to compose myself after a few deep breaths. “None of your business,” I say a little harsher than intended, but he makes me crazy.

  “Why don’t you call me back when you have your shit together.”

  The sound of his commanding voice does something to me. The man sets my blood on fire in the best and worst ways possible. Desire hums through every cell in my body.

  Without thinking I say, “Don’t you dare hang up.” I can’t see him, but I know he smirks on the other end.

  “Are you under the impression I’m obligated to take orders from you?”

  “Yes.” Usually, the sound of his smartass professional voice drives me up the wall, but right now my body is all about it. I power my vibrator back on, knowing he can hear, but I don’t care. My body has temporarily overridden my brain.

  “What the hell is that sound? Is that an electric toothbrush?”

  “It’s my vibrator. I’m not on company time. You don’t get me all worked up then bounce. I have needs.”

  There’s a moment of stunned silence. I picture him sitting there, absolutely flustered and it sends another pulse of electricity down to my clit. Then, I think of him processing this information and his cock growing hard in his pants. Something about it turns me on more than I’ve ever been turned on in my life.

  “Jesus Christ.” After a few quick beats, Decker lowers his voice as if someone might hear and says, “Tate… we can’t do this.”

  “Don’t be a little bitch. You started this up, sweetheart, and now you’re going to finish it.”

  “It’s not appropriate.” His voice comes out on a groan and my pussy clenches at the sound.

  “We’re way past appropriate. I’m two seconds away from going to the nearest bar and finding someone who can take care of it if you can’t.” I let out a gasp as I hit a higher level of intensity on B.O.B.

  “The fuck you will.” His voice booms from the speaker on my phone.

  Please don’t stop talking, Decker.

  “What the hell are you gonna do about it then?”

  “You want to get off, sweetheart?” He draws out the last word.

  I smirk. “What are you doing right now, Decker?” I close my eyes to picture whatever he’s about to say. I want every damn detail he has to offer.

  “I’m in my home office sunk down in my chair with my pants unzipped. My fist is wrapped around my cock. I’m thinking about how big it would look with your small hands wrapped around it.”

  Of course, his fantasy is me pleasuring him. I can’t judge him too harshly for it. My thoughts are the exact same with the roles reversed. “Mmm.” My teeth dig into my bottom lip. “Tell me what you would’ve done to me at the office if you hadn’t walked out like a pussy.”

  “I would’ve shoved you up against the window and yanked your skirt up over your ass.”

  “Mmm, go on.”

  “Know what? Fuck your little script. Let me ask you something, Tate.” His voice is so goddamn commanding I might come before he even asks the question.

  “Okay.”

  “Can you feel my teeth nibbling at the shell of your ear and down your neck as I pull your panties aside?”

  Holy fuck.

  I like where this is headed, but he starts up again before I can even answer his question.

  “Can you feel it when I slide a finger inside your tight little pussy?”

  “Yes.” My word comes out on a pant and I wonder if he even heard it.

  A slight groan filters through the receiver and answers my question for me.

  I close my eyes, focusing on nothing but the sound of his voice and the feel of my vibrator, gliding it back and forth, imagining his touch… his mouth… his thick cock.

  “Can you feel my thumb rubbing your clit while my finger finds that spot deep inside you that nobody else has ever pleasured before?”

  “God, Decker.”

  “Yeah, Tate, I know everything you want. You want my tongue on your pussy, the feel
of my face brushing up against your thighs while you squeeze your legs around my head and come all over my mouth.”

  I might die. The orgasm is front and center and I’m doing everything I can to hold it back.

  “Once you come all over my face, I’d bend you over my desk, spank your ass and fist your hair and make you beg for my cock inside you.”

  I don’t know how much more of this I can take. I find myself decreasing the intensity on B.O.B. just to make it last longer.

  “I’m so fucking hard, Tate. You have no idea what you do to me. For the past few weeks all I’ve thought about is tasting that smartass mouth of yours and fucking you so hard you feel me inside you weeks later.”

  “Don’t stop. Keep talking.”

  “I love that sassy little attitude of yours. It makes me want to fuck you even harder, until you finally submit.”

  His words send a shiver coursing down my spine to my toes. His voice is the sexiest sound in the world right now.

  “What else?”

  “Those fucking heels you had on tonight… I want you in nothing but those, down on your goddamn knees, begging for my cock in your mouth. I want that red lipstick you love smeared all over it as you take me into your throat. I want you gagging on my dick while I pull on your hair until I come in that pretty little mouth.”

  “More. Dirtier.” I don’t know if he can get much dirtier, but I can’t help but want to see where he goes from here.

  “Know what I’m going to do, Tate? I’m going to slip into your office first thing tomorrow morning and crawl under your desk. You won’t know I’m there until I grip your thighs and shove my tongue in your hot cunt. While you’re typing at your computer, you’ll be fucking my mouth non-stop. You won’t get off until I say you can and at the last second, I’ll shove inside you so I can feel you come all over my dick.”

  I whimper, losing complete control at his filthy talk. My orgasm quakes through my body and my eyes roll back in my head, my legs thrashing on the sheets. My hips lift high off the bed and every muscle in my body spasms at the thought of Decker Collins under my desk tomorrow.

  I already know he did that shit on purpose and I don’t even care. It’s all I’ll think about tomorrow and I probably won’t be able to concentrate on anything else.

  “Did you just come?”

  “Mhmm.”

  “Good.” He groans out the word. “I’m close too.”

  I grin, fully sated… well almost. “How close are you?”

  “So fucking close. Fuck.” His voice is strained, and it might be the hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.

  “I bet you look hot as fuck right now fisting your cock. If I was there, I’d run my tongue all the way up your shaft and lick the tip, just to get a sample.” I can picture him now, snug in his leather chair, looking like the king of his castle, ready to come. “I’m so wet for you right now, Decker. You have no idea.”

  “So fucking close. Don’t Stop. Keep going.”

  Then, I hear it. The slapping sound of his hand stroking his cock furiously through the phone. It sends another wave of shivers through my body and goosebumps pebble up and down my arms. I squirm on the bed, thinking about him pumping up and down on his dick while he thinks about me.

  I smile at the thought and say, “Thanks for the orgasm, I feel much better now.” I end the call and laugh into my pillow.

  Decker tries to call me back and I send him to voicemail.

  One day, he’ll learn—I always win.

  Always.

  Tate

  I haven’t seen Decker since I walked in the building this morning. Part of me wants to give him a smug look of satisfaction and part of me is a little mortified at what I did last night. That’s beside the point, though. Something else has come up.

  One of my biggest clients in Austin, BankIt, emailed me a lawsuit that’s been filed against them. They’re a tech start up and developed a personal finance app that uses a proprietary algorithm to help people manage their stock portfolios. A disgruntled employee was let go six months ago and has since went to work for another tech outfit in Chicago, broke his non-compete, and handed the algorithm to his new employer.

  To top it off, the company in Chicago is suing my client for stealing their intellectual property.

  The best part—Donavan Collins signed the fucking thing.

  I march toward Donavan’s office. He’s leaned back in his large office chair with a look of satisfaction plastered across his face and the phone to his ear.

  I tap my knuckles twice on his glass door.

  He motions for me to come in. “I need to call you back.” He hangs up the phone. “How can I help you, Ms. Reynolds?”

  I can’t help but notice there’s a hint of smugness when he says my name. Surely, he doesn’t know the people he’s suing are Hunter Group clients or he’d never have been stupid enough to bring this suit.

  I take two large strides and drop a stapled set of legal documents on his desk. “You know about this lawsuit filed last week?”

  He leans over and grins at the papers. “Of course, I do. My name’s on them isn’t it?”

  “It needs to be dropped.”

  Donavan let’s out the fakest laugh I’ve ever heard. “That’s a good one.”

  “I’m not fucking with you. Squash it.”

  His eyes narrow. “Not gonna happen. This is one of my biggest clients. And why would I do that, anyway?”

  “Because BankIt is a Hunter Group client and this is a clear conflict of interest. We can’t merge the firms when we have clients suing each other.”

  Donavan leans back in his chair. “Well, perhaps you should talk to BankIt, and get them to settle the case so we can move forward.”

  This fucking guy.

  “My client isn’t settling this frivolous bullshit. Your guys stole the algorithm from a disgruntled employee and now you have the balls to pull this shit?”

  “If you’d cared to read the suit, you’d know we have R&D records…”

  I cut him off before he can finish. “I don’t give a shit what evidence you’ve manufactured to build your case. I know these guys personally. I brought them to the firm. They’re geniuses, much smarter than you and I. They’ve been working on this for years. It’s their baby.”

  “Guess we’ll have to see it play out in court, then.” Donavan stands up like the meeting is over.

  I step right in his face. “I want it dropped. I don’t have time to deal with this bullshit. I know what you’re doing.”

  “And what am I doing?”

  “You’re doing this to fuck with Decker and the merger.”

  “I’m doing this because I believe in the laws of a free market.”

  I shake my head. It’s difficult not to laugh at how ridiculous he sounds. “You take this to court and I’m going to kick your ass so hard you feel my Jimmy Choos in your goddamn throat. And not because I’m better than you, which I am. But because your case has no merit. It’s fucking laughable.”

  Donavan smirks. “Guess we’ll see then, won’t we?”

  I turn on my heel and march out of his office.

  Fucking Collins brothers.

  Decker

  “Where the hell’s my coffee?” I bark the question at an empty room when I get to the office and my usual cup isn’t on my desk. “And where the fuck is Quinn?”

  I pull up my schedule and my new emails. I smooth a palm over my head and cup the back of my neck, trying to rub the knot out of it. I didn’t sleep for shit last night after that little stunt Tate pulled. The woman completely threw me off guard. I called to tell her I left my briefcase in her office. I wasn’t prepared for the late-night phone sex that followed.

  Fuck, I’ve never been so worked up in my life.

  I’ve never met a soul like her. A woman who takes complete charge. Says what the fuck she means and takes whatever she wants. I was weak last night, and I never should’ve given in to the temptation. It took everything I had not to leave in th
e middle of the night, drive to her hotel, and fuck an apology out of her.

  I head to the break room to get my own damn coffee still wondering where the hell my assistant is. I know she didn’t call off and she’s never late. On my way back to my office I pass Tate. She’s talking to Brenda, Dexter’s legal assistant. She smirks at me and shoots me a wink. It sends my blood boiling, knowing she got the best of me. Her casual attitude raises the hair on the back of my neck.

  I try to ignore her and burn my lip on my coffee. Quinn steps off the elevator carrying a bag and steaming cup from a fancy bakery down the street. I start to ask why she’s bringing me something she knows I won’t eat when she hands it to Tate.

  Goddamn it.

  Not only is Tate fucking with my head, she’s got my assistant running errands for her. Scowling, I retreat to my office. I arrive at my desk and realize I don’t have my damn briefcase. It’s still in Tate’s office. Blowing on my coffee, I take another sip. I’ll need the caffeine to make it through this shit show of a morning. Nothing is going my way, and everything is getting under my skin. I should’ve finished the job myself last night to alleviate some of this pent-up frustration, but I was too irritated to do a damn thing.

  Donavan taps on my door and I motion him in.

  He shuts the door behind him. “I gotta say this, so hear me out.”

  “Okay.” I take a seat, and he pulls up a chair. He sounds serious and Donavan isn’t one to speak his mind unless he means it.

  “This merger is a mistake. This firm was supposed to be about us. And you brought in your college pal and his associate is walking around here like she runs the damn place. She’s fucking with my cases and has your assistant getting her breakfast. I just overheard her barking orders at Brenda, moving Dexter’s schedule around. What the fuck, bro?”

  Blood rushes to my face. It’s one thing for me to be pissed at Tate, but I won’t tolerate it from him. “Are you seriously wasting my time with this petty bullshit? I expect more from you.”