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  When she’d thrown those empty accusations at him, he’d been blown away and not in a good way. He got it, he wasn’t going to win best person award but this was all before he’d met her. The moment he realized his feelings for her, everything else had stopped. He hadn’t played around because he did want to give this a real chance, and only now did he see that.

  Running a hand down his face, he tried to clear the fog that entered his thoughts.

  Looking back at the moment he’d told her to get out of his office, he wished he hadn’t. He wished he could take it all back, and just laugh. Not at her, but at their situation.

  They were both afraid. He got it. He’d never given her a reason to believe he’d truly change.

  The sex between them was incredible but to have Bunny all to himself, that was what he wanted. Not just stolen moments.

  He wanted all of the tomorrows and the forevers.

  When a knock sounded at his apartment.

  She was here.

  He took a gulp of his beer before moving toward the door and opening it.

  Bunny stood outside. Her lips were moving but he couldn’t make out a single word, his mind hazy all the things he wanted to say to her, do to her, filling his head.

  “Bunny,” he breathed out.

  “Brice?”

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t hear a word of what you just said.” He was still amazed that she had come to his apartment.

  He opened the door further.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “For what?” he asked.

  “For what I said. For what I did. I’m so stupid.”

  “Come on,” he said. “Don’t do this out there.” He’d never had a woman come to his apartment to tell him sorry.

  This was all new territory for him. Closing the door behind her, he saw she was nervous.

  “Let me grab your jacket.”

  He didn’t even want to know if it looked bad that he had a beer. Taking her jacket from her, he placed it next to his own on the door.

  She turned, rubbing her hands together but she looked so scared and he saw tears in her eyes.

  “I’m not used to feeling this way about anyone or anything.”

  “Bunny?”

  “Let me finish. I know when I came over here I thought I’d just apologize but seeing you and knowing what I did and what I said, I can’t just say I’m sorry and expect all to be forgiven. It doesn’t work that way.” She took a deep breath. “Brice, I’m in love with you. The kind of love that stays with you and you can’t stop thinking about it. That’s how I feel. You’re in my thoughts all day and night. When I wake, you’re the first person I think about. When I fall asleep, again, you’re there. I’ve never been in love. I’ve never been so consumed by another person and it scares me. These feelings I have for you. They’re not normal for me.”

  “Bunny?”

  Again, she held up her hand and wouldn’t let him talk.

  It was so good to see her.

  “I love you. But you’re so far out of my league. You’ve been attached to supermodels, actresses, women who would win worldwide beauty awards and I’m just me. Just a normal, ordinary woman, who is a damn good PA. But you can find hundreds of women like me. We don’t stand out in a crowd. We don’t make you want to lose your mind.”

  He’d had enough. She was putting herself down.

  He stepped up to her and placed his hand across her mouth, silencing her. She still kept trying to talk but he kept his hand right over her mouth.

  “Sometimes I think you should learn to be quiet.”

  Again, she muttered something. He figured she was probably threatening to kill him or something.

  “No, you listen to me, Bunny. I love you more than anything else in the world. I don’t care about any other women out there. Even if they promised me all kinds of dirty things, I don’t want them. I could pick you out in a crowd because you are the most beautiful, sexiest woman I’ve ever known. I don’t compare you to other women. They would never be able to compete with you.”

  He let go of her mouth and was thankful when she stayed silent.

  Stroking his fingers across her cheek, he marveled at the softness of her skin.

  “I love you, Bunny.”

  “I don’t think I’m ever going to get tired of hearing that.”

  “Good, because I’m not going to get tired of saying it.”

  “I was so stupid.”

  “I think I need to start filming this moment. I doubt we’ll ever have another conversation like this, where you openly admit to being wrong.”

  “I will never be wrong.” She put her hands on his chest and just from her touch alone he felt on fire, the need for her building inside him.

  “Do you forgive me?” she asked.

  “It depends. Will you do all those dirty things that other women might do?” he asked, teasing her.

  She giggled. “I’ll do one better.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Oh yeah, I’ll make sure your fantasies come true.”

  18

  He had her on the bed, their clothes already off, beads of sweat dotting her body.

  Bunny stared at Brice as he stood at the edge of the bed, not a stitch of clothing on him, the muted light from the moon washing through the massive windows, covering his lean, yet defined physique in all its glory.

  God, he was gorgeous.

  She swallowed, feeling her pulse race at the base of her throat, feeling her body heat. She was so wet between her thighs, soaking, in fact.

  “Spread your legs for me,” he said in a deep, demanding tone.

  She didn’t even hesitate to obey.

  When they were together it was chemistry, fire. Electricity that moved between them was unlike anything she’d ever felt.

  And she was already addicted to it.

  He moved onto the bed, his hands on her knees, forcing her to spread even further. She felt her inner lips part even more and watched as he looked down at her pussy, a deep groan coming from him.

  Before she could think or react, Brice was situated between her legs, his face right over her pussy, his warm breath bathing her intimate folds.

  “Brice,” she whispered and he gave another deep groan before devouring her.

  He ran his tongue up her center, licking at her folds, dipping his tongue into her pussy hole, and then dragging it back up and moving it around her clit. She felt her pulse beat in that little bundle of nerves, the pleasure skyrocketing, the intensity mind blowing, soul shattering.

  He hummed, the vibrations moving through her entire body, settling in her marrow.

  “So good,” he groaned against her flesh and she opened her eyes, her mouth parting, a cry of completion coming from her.

  Lights exploded in front of her vision, her entire body tightened, and her legs started shaking. He kept his hands on her knees, holding her legs open as he continued to eat her out while she came.

  “Yes,” he ground out against her soaked flesh. “Fuck.”

  Only when the tremors left her did Brice pull away and move up the length of her body. He cupped her chin with his thumb and forefinger, slamming his mouth down on hers and making her taste herself on his lips.

  Sweet and musky, the flavors exploded along her taste buds as he dipped his tongue in and out of her mouth ... as he mouth-fucked her.

  The stiff outline of his cock pressed right against her pussy, the heat, the hardness causing a gasp to spill from her.

  “Reach down and put me inside of you, baby.”

  His words inflamed her, the intimacy, the eroticism ... the fact they seemed so dirty had a wave of lust moving through her.

  Bunny moved her hand between their bodies and grabbed his cock, placing the tip at her entrance. He pulled back and looked into her eyes, this moment freezing as she waited for him to push inside of her.

  As he stared into her eyes, he pushed inside of her in a deep, fluid motion. A gasp left her, a groan spilling from him. He was buried compl
etely inside of her, the heavy weight of his balls pressing against her ass.

  She held on to his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh as she gripped him, needing that stability. They were both breathing so hard the noise drowned everything else out.

  “Bunny,” he said and closed his eyes at the same time as he pulled back so just the tip of his dick was lodged in the entrance of her body.

  He shoved back inside of her hard enough that her back slid up the mattress. She reached behind her and braced her hand on the smooth, cold wooden headboard.

  Brice really started fucking her then, slamming his dick in and out of her body, his balls slapping against her ass every time he thrust in. All she could do was hold on, brace herself for his penetration.

  The root of his cock bumped her clit every time he was deep inside of her, that spark of pleasure growing even higher, bringing her closer to a second orgasm. And she wanted it, needed it desperately.

  “Look at me,” he said roughly and she realized she’d closed her eyes.

  When she looked at him there was an intense expression on his face, one that made her feel owned, possessed.

  “You’re mine,” he said gruffly, still thrusting in and out of her, their sweat-slicked bodies moving fluidly together. “You’ve been mine for the past two years.”

  A little sound left her and she nodded. “Yes,” she gasped.

  Bunny was his, always had been, always would be. And as he fucked her, made love to her … as she stared into his pleasure-filled face, she knew that there had never been anyone else for her.

  There never would be.

  One week later

  Boundaries had to be set and even though Brice didn’t like keeping Bunny a secret, he knew this was still new for both of them. She didn’t push him away and besides, while they were working, he couldn’t keep getting distracted by her.

  Like now.

  She stood near her desk, on the telephone, which seemed rather random, only she was bent over, writing something. The stretch of her skirt showed him that perfect curvy ass wasn’t covered by any panties. He knew she was naked beneath as he had the cute thong she’d tried to wear in his pocket.

  He wanted to fuck her so badly.

  To spread her out on his desk, and lick that sweet cunt.

  He glanced at the clock, which he’d purchased this week so he was in no doubt as to when the right time to have his woman was. People were already leaving the building and as per their negotiations, Bunny stayed late to help him.

  There was no way anyone would question her staying late with him. She was his PA. His cock hardened as he saw the big hand getting nearer to five-thirty.

  Without fail, Bunny lifted her head, her gaze going to the large clock in the main room. She kept her back to him, and he watched seconds later as she hung up the phone.

  Grabbing her notes, she walked toward him, her head bent down.

  She entered his office, closing the door.

  “Lock it,” he said.

  “Don’t you want to deal with work first?”

  “No, I want you to come here, spread those legs, and tell me what a good boy I’ve been.”

  She burst out laughing.

  He loved seeing her like this. She had stopped trying to fight her feelings for him, and since she had finally let go and realized he wasn’t going to hurt her, that this was real, she had opened up to him.

  She put the paperwork down on the coffee table before rounding the desk and sitting right in front of him.

  “Your skirts are always too tight,” he said, pushing hers up her thighs, wanting to see her pretty cunt.

  “You like them tight, remember?”

  “I like them better when they’re on the floor.”

  The skirt had enough give that he was able to get it up far enough for her to open her thighs. When he saw they weren’t opening wide enough and he was greedy for more, he tore the fabric, making the split go all the way to her waist.

  “You ruined a perfectly good skirt.”

  “It was a shit skirt.” He cupped her pussy, sliding a finger inside her. “Anything that keeps me from this is a bad thing.”

  She chuckled. “I love you.”

  “I love you too.” Slamming his lips down on hers, he heard her slight moan before he plunged his tongue into her mouth.

  Bunny gripped the back of his hand, her fingers tightening in his hair.

  He pushed a second finger inside her and started to thrust, wanting to fuck her more than anything.

  She was so wet.

  Drawing his fingers up to her clit, he stroked her, breaking from the kiss at the same time, to suck at her pulse.

  She loved having her neck kissed and sucked. It drove her wild, especially when he had a day’s stubble.

  Down he went, pushing her back against his desk, teasing her pussy as he sucked her tits through the fabric of her blouse.

  “Open them. Show me your tits,” he said.

  His cock was hard as rock, pressing against the front of his pants. It was almost hurting, the fit was that tight, but he didn’t think of his own pleasure, not yet.

  “Do you still have my panties?” she asked.

  “Yes.”

  “You need to stop taking clothes off me.”

  “I like seeing you naked. This is the best look for you.”

  She finished opening her blouse and moved the cup of her bra beneath her breasts, arching up, offering her tits to him.

  He sucked one large nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue back and forth across the peak. Not wanting to show favoritism. He moved to her second breast, laving his tongue across the tit before moving down.

  Brice held her down to the desk, keeping her in place with a hand on her chest as he pressed his face against her pussy.

  She smelled incredible.

  He loved her cunt.

  Sliding his tongue inside her, he pressed his fingers, the ones that had been inside her, to her lips to suck. She did so on a moan.

  Brice wanted those lips wrapped around his dick but for now, all he wanted to do was to feel her come all over his dick.

  He kissed her clit one final time before loosening his belt. Pulling the zipper down, he eased out his cock and worked the length, slowly, taking his time as he did so.

  Placing the large head at her pussy, he stroked his length through her slit, getting himself nice and slick with her arousal before moving to her entrance.

  Staring into her eyes, he slid, inch by inch, inside her.

  “I have thought so many times about fucking you on my desk.”

  “Me too,” she said.

  “You got a lot of dirty thoughts about me?” he asked.

  “Yes. Please, Brice, don’t stop.”

  He couldn’t stop, not even if he wanted to. She was amazing. Her tight heat surrounded him, making it impossible for him to think about anything but the never-ending pleasure from her touch.

  Bunny wrapped her legs around his waist and he gripped her hips, slamming inside her.

  He leaned over, taking her lips as he fucked her hard, claiming her as his.

  This was what they were supposed to be. She was the love of his life and he’d put off claiming her for so long.

  Bunny didn’t want anyone else to know about them just yet, but Brice wasn’t a patient man. He was willing to conform to what she wanted but he already had another plan up his sleeve. It came in a small, square, velvet box, and the ring had her name all over it.

  He wanted Bunny to be his wife.

  19

  She stepped into Brice’s apartment and immediately smelled something delicious coating the air. Steak, maybe, with garlic and butter.

  Bunny shut the door and set her purse on the little table by it, the soft sounds of classical music filling the room, seeming to come from all around.

  “Brice?” she called out softly but the sounds of pots and pans told her he probably didn’t hear.

  She made her way into the kitchen, st
opping by the entryway. Stainless steel gleamed under the lights, the black granite counters currently covered with cooking paraphernalia.

  Brice was currently dressing up the plates with some kind of sauce, making it look so fancy, Bunny hated to eat it because it would ruin his artwork.

  He glanced up at her as if he sensed her staring, a grin spreading across his face.

  “Hey, you,” she said and straightened. Underneath his white apron, she could see his dark button-up shirt, his sleeves rolled up his muscular forearms, his biceps flexing under the material.

  Even relaxed at home, he was dressed impeccably.

  “Hey,” she said and smiled back. “What’s going on here?”

  He set down the little saucer he was using and wiped his hands on his apron. “Dinner for my girl.”

  She felt her cheeks heat. “Dinner, huh?” She stepped further into the kitchen. “Smells incredible. What’s the special occasion?”

  She saw the change in him instantly, the way his body became stiff, the fact he seemed nervous. She furrowed her brows in confusion, but just as quickly as he looked unsure, that stoic, hardened expression was back in place.

  He held his hand out to her and smiled, and then straightened, beckoning for her to come closer. She slid her palm along his, his hand so much bigger than hers, his skin warm.

  Brice pulled her in for an embrace, his arms wrapped around her waist, his face buried in the crook of her neck. When she heard him inhale, followed by a soft groan, instantly her body heated, tingling. Desire moved through her like a freight train.

  He groaned again and she felt wetness pool between her thighs.

  “I could take you right here, did you know that? Every time I’m near you all I want to do is rip your clothes off and fuck you.”

  A sound of need escaped her, and when he pulled back and cupped her face, all she wanted to do was tell him to do just that. Instead, he kissed her, stealing the words from her and causing her to moan in desire instead.

  Long seconds passed as he mouth fucked her, and when he pulled back and grinned, satisfaction covering his face, she could’ve moaned in frustration.