crescent moons into his scalp with her fingernails, holding onto him for dear life, her body rocked with bone-deep tremors. “I need…”
Adar fastened his mouth over her clit and sucked hard. The contact severed Jeanine’s fragile grip on reality, and she screamed, flinging her body upward, driving her hips into Adar’s face. He caught her as she plummeted down, down, down into the sexual abyss, a vortex of color and sensation swirling around her.
“Adar,” she murmured, her world gradually leveling.
“Kitten.” He licked her clean, flipped the hem of her skirt back down, and rejoined her on the limousine’s backseat. The leather dipped under his weight, and her body slid against his, his heat and hard muscle comforting. “Where do you belong?”
Jeanine rested her head on his shoulder. “Here, with you.” She covered her mouth with her hand as she yawned -- dazed, light-headed, and thoroughly sated. “I love you, Adar.” The words slipped out before she could censor them, and Jeanine stiffened, alarmed by her confession. “I didn’t mean --”
Adar pressed his index finger over her lips, stopping her retraction. “Yes, you did.” He kissed her forehead. “Now, sleep.” He cuddled her closer. “I’ll protect you.”
He’ll protect me . Adar’s heart beat under Jeanine’s ear, his breath wafted on her neck, and his musk enveloped her. She closed her eyes, achingly aware that the words she wanted to hear hadn’t been said.
Chapter Three
Adar sat on the damn uncomfortable lobby guest chair, papers laid on the glass coffee table before him, a contract requiring his perusal and signature. The tablet and phone beside him provided a link to his management team, communications he supplemented with after hour meetings.
With Jeanine by my side . He glanced at his female, his constant companion. She maintained her post, typing a report for Leone Media, her fingers dancing over the keys, a smile on her beautiful face.
Adar breathed in, smelling hot, willing female, and his cock twitched, his need for her insatiable. If it hadn’t been for his mate’s admirable sense of duty, he would have spent the entire week solidifying the bond between them, coaxing another “I love you” from her red lips. “It’s time for a break,” he announced.
Her cheeks turned pink. “I wish.” She sighed. “We have another hour.”
“I won’t last another hour,” Adar grumbled, this week’s sacrifices made for Jeanine, not for Royce and Leone Media. “And I wouldn’t have to last for another hour if you worked for me.”
Jeanine’s head turned, and her gaze met his. “You want me to work for you?” Her voice lilted with excitement, her face becoming animated. “But I thought Sue was doing a good job. She seems very capable.”
“Sue is our receptionist. I want you to be my assistant,” Adar clarified.
Jeanine widened her brilliant green eyes. “You want… you want me to work inside the office?” she whispered. “With everyone else?”
“With me.” Fuck everyone else . Adar frowned, fed up with sharing his mate.
“I’d work with you inside the office,” Jeanine crowed, clasping her hands together. “I could attend birthday parties and retirement parties and baby showers --”
“We don’t have that many parties,” he advised, wondering what type of firm Royce was running with his financing. “You would mostly work.”
“Inside the office.” Her face glowed. “I could take coffee breaks whenever I wanted. Use the bathroom whenever I wanted.”
“Fuck me whenever you wanted,” Adar added smugly. “We wouldn’t have to wait for another hour.”
“Adar!” Jeanine glanced at the entrance to the office, his mate overly concerned with following some unwritten rules she’d somehow formed about business propriety.
Fuck propriety. Fuck Royce. And fuck waiting . “Draft your resignation letter, kitten. You’re working for the big, bad cat now.” Adar grinned, pleased with
Adar fastened his mouth over her clit and sucked hard. The contact severed Jeanine’s fragile grip on reality, and she screamed, flinging her body upward, driving her hips into Adar’s face. He caught her as she plummeted down, down, down into the sexual abyss, a vortex of color and sensation swirling around her.
“Adar,” she murmured, her world gradually leveling.
“Kitten.” He licked her clean, flipped the hem of her skirt back down, and rejoined her on the limousine’s backseat. The leather dipped under his weight, and her body slid against his, his heat and hard muscle comforting. “Where do you belong?”
Jeanine rested her head on his shoulder. “Here, with you.” She covered her mouth with her hand as she yawned -- dazed, light-headed, and thoroughly sated. “I love you, Adar.” The words slipped out before she could censor them, and Jeanine stiffened, alarmed by her confession. “I didn’t mean --”
Adar pressed his index finger over her lips, stopping her retraction. “Yes, you did.” He kissed her forehead. “Now, sleep.” He cuddled her closer. “I’ll protect you.”
He’ll protect me . Adar’s heart beat under Jeanine’s ear, his breath wafted on her neck, and his musk enveloped her. She closed her eyes, achingly aware that the words she wanted to hear hadn’t been said.
Chapter Three
Adar sat on the damn uncomfortable lobby guest chair, papers laid on the glass coffee table before him, a contract requiring his perusal and signature. The tablet and phone beside him provided a link to his management team, communications he supplemented with after hour meetings.
With Jeanine by my side . He glanced at his female, his constant companion. She maintained her post, typing a report for Leone Media, her fingers dancing over the keys, a smile on her beautiful face.
Adar breathed in, smelling hot, willing female, and his cock twitched, his need for her insatiable. If it hadn’t been for his mate’s admirable sense of duty, he would have spent the entire week solidifying the bond between them, coaxing another “I love you” from her red lips. “It’s time for a break,” he announced.
Her cheeks turned pink. “I wish.” She sighed. “We have another hour.”
“I won’t last another hour,” Adar grumbled, this week’s sacrifices made for Jeanine, not for Royce and Leone Media. “And I wouldn’t have to last for another hour if you worked for me.”
Jeanine’s head turned, and her gaze met his. “You want me to work for you?” Her voice lilted with excitement, her face becoming animated. “But I thought Sue was doing a good job. She seems very capable.”
“Sue is our receptionist. I want you to be my assistant,” Adar clarified.
Jeanine widened her brilliant green eyes. “You want… you want me to work inside the office?” she whispered. “With everyone else?”
“With me.” Fuck everyone else . Adar frowned, fed up with sharing his mate.
“I’d work with you inside the office,” Jeanine crowed, clasping her hands together. “I could attend birthday parties and retirement parties and baby showers --”
“We don’t have that many parties,” he advised, wondering what type of firm Royce was running with his financing. “You would mostly work.”
“Inside the office.” Her face glowed. “I could take coffee breaks whenever I wanted. Use the bathroom whenever I wanted.”
“Fuck me whenever you wanted,” Adar added smugly. “We wouldn’t have to wait for another hour.”
“Adar!” Jeanine glanced at the entrance to the office, his mate overly concerned with following some unwritten rules she’d somehow formed about business propriety.
Fuck propriety. Fuck Royce. And fuck waiting . “Draft your resignation letter, kitten. You’re working for the big, bad cat now.” Adar grinned, pleased with
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