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Authors: Jasmine Haynes
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She rolled into him, cupped the back of his head and pulled him down for a soft, brief kiss. “At the risk of sounding like a slut, I’ve had a lot of men. Let’s call them friends with benefits. But I’ve never been attached. I’ve always been able to walk away. I’ve never felt connected beyond that moment, even if I’ve fucked them many times. The only man I’ve ever become attached to is you.”
The lines of his face softened. He’d confessed his fears to her and for that alone, she...God, yes, she loved him. It was so much more than lust. She
knew
lust intimately, and she’d always been able to walk away once she was sated. With Ward, there’d been synergy. That’s what she’d called it. But in reality, it was love.
She owed him the words, the emotion. “I love you, Ward,” she whispered solemnly. It felt right. It felt good. “I’ve never said those words to a lover in my life. And I’ve never felt them.” A little burble of laughter welled up. “Correct that, I’ve never even had a lover before. They’ve only been”—she shrugged—“friends with benefits.”
He slid a warm, strong arm across her back, pressed her close. “Enough to move in with me?”
She swallowed. Move in? She hadn’t lived with anyone, man or woman, since college. But it was time to change the way she’d done things for so many years. Time to take a chance. “I do need to find a place up here. But I’m kind of messy, and I lose things a lot.”
“Like the key to your father’s house?”
She laughed. “Yeah. I’m really good at my work, but everything else seems to be an afterthought. Where exactly to do you live?”
“San Carlos.” The community was on the Peninsula between Belmont and Redwood City, a twenty-minute drive to the airport and forty-five minutes up to the City when there wasn’t any traffic.
“That should be perfect.” She raised a brow. “Do you have any family who will absolutely hate my guts?”
“Parents in Carmel, a brother in Atlanta and a sister in Seattle, a few nieces and nephews. Everyone will love you.”
She rolled her eyes. “As long as they don’t figure out what a slut I am. Most people can’t handle that.”
He shoved a hand beneath her hair, cupped the back of her head. “That’s our business. But for the record, where your sluttiness is concerned, I’m the only one that counts. You’re
my
slut.”
He’d said that to Bill. She’d loved the way he’d claimed her. Yes, that word was getting easier all the time. “Okay. Here’s the rundown. I love you. I’m messy. I lose things. I’m a slut. I love it when you watch me doing dirty things. I really love touching myself for you, whether there’s anyone else there or not. And your come is the sweetest. Anything else we need to discuss?”
“How do you squeeze the toothpaste tube?”
She had to think. Honestly, she didn’t
think
when she squeezed the toothpaste. “The middle, I guess.”
“I do it from the end.”
“That figures.” She gave him a snarky little smile.
“We’ll need separate tubes.”
“Are you going to cook for me?”
He kissed the tip of her nose. “Only if you pay me in sexual favors.”
“For instance?”
“Like riding me right now reverse cowgirl style so I can watch you in the mirror.”
She slipped a hand through his open zipper and palmed his cock. He was thick and hard again. “I can do that, big boy.”
“Then you better undress me right this fucking minute.”
She stopped, gave in to seriousness for one moment longer. “I don’t always need the others, Ward. It’s not the
only
way I can be with you. It’s just fun. A treat once in a while to make us both wild.”
He held her still. “You don’t have to explain. We’ll make it good for each other, I promise.” Then he parted her thighs and stroked her clit until it was a hard button beneath his fingers. “Now rip my clothes off and ride me, baby. Because I need to watch every move you make.”
* * * * *
Ward took her back to her father’s house in the morning. He’d insisted even though Cassandra had said it wasn’t necessary. But he wanted the formality. He needed his boss to agree.
“I’m in love with your daughter, and I’d like your permission for her to move in with me.”
Holt stared at Ward for a good ten seconds. Then he laughed heartily and clapped him on the back. “I knew there were sparks the minute you told me you’d met her at the house that day.”
“Yep. There were sparks.” Hell yes. She’d set him on fire. He squeezed Cassandra’s hand. If Holt knew what really happened that morning, he’d probably throw him out. If he knew all the things Ward had done to her since, Holt would have gotten out his shotgun. If he’d owned one.
But then he looked at Ruby Williams leaning against Holt, her arm through his, and he figured his boss had his own unmentionables going on.
“You treat my girl right, you hear,” Holt warned him.
“He’s going to do all the cooking,” Cassandra said. “And he said he’ll clean up after me.”
Ward pulled away and gave her a look. “I never said that. I’m just going to rag on you until you clean up your own mess.”
“Spoilsport,” she pouted.
The look turned his insides to mush. God, he loved her. She was unlike any woman he’d never known. She made him feel things he’d never felt. He’d done things for her he’d never thought he was capable. They were kinky and out-there, but he’d loved every one. He wanted more, and he wanted to give her more. He needed to watch her pleasure, taste it, feel it, indulge in it. And he wanted to wake up beside her every morning from this moment on.
He had Holt to thank. If he hadn’t forgotten his computer that day, Ward would have driven straight up the highway and missed falling in love with the boss’s daughter.
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He saw her out of the corner of his eye as he crossed the lobby. She was just a flash in his periphery. His immediate thought was that he hadn’t believed he’d ever see her again, accompanied by emotions of loss, need, desire, and even anger. Quickly on the heels of that came the understanding that yes, of course, she was here in San Francisco, right where her sister said she’d be. Vast relief. Intense joy. Her name was on the tip of his tongue, yet the moment he turned, ready to call it out, the name vanished. It was like a dream you suddenly woke from, where one moment you were convinced it was real, and the next, the details were gone. He realized he didn’t know the woman at all.
Her mahogany hair, damp from the rain, swayed across her back as she walked at a fast clip, her tennis shoes incongruous with a tailored skirt that outlined her trim curves. Her blouse, also damp, clung to her enticingly. In profile, her eyelashes were long and lush, the color of her eyes darker than her hair. She didn’t smile, didn’t look at anyone, not even him though he’d stopped to watch her.
No, he didn’t know her, her fine-boned features unfamiliar, yet he still felt that original smack of recognition. It was something in the way she moved. But her name...her name was gone, not even a hint of its rhythm or the letter it began with.
She joined the throng in front of the elevators, shuffled forward as the middle car arrived, and filed inside amid the dense crowd. She turned to face front, meeting his eyes—though he could have imagined that.
He stood a moment longer, a rock in a stream of office workers. Perhaps she’d had surgery, changed her nose or altered her delicate jaw line. Something...he couldn’t put his finger on it, because really, she wasn’t familiar. At least not in looks.
Someone jostled his arm, he shook himself, then dashed to the elevator, making it on just before the doors closed. The car stopped and started at several floors, then she brushed past him to exit on the twelfth.
His skin heated with the brief contact, his heart raced. And he was struck anew with the sense that he’d known her. Intimately.
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