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her arousal hot and wet on his leg, her nipples stabbing into his chest, even her breathing had been ragged by the time he’d finished describing the things he could do to her.
    He’d been afraid there would be strain between them after his performance and her reaction, and there was. She was always the consummate professional but it was there in her eyes: the uncertainly, the doubt and, he guessed, a little embarrassment to go along with it.
    She’d put considerable distance between them all week. He felt it and it bothered him more than it should have. Now he knew why. He passed his hand over her resignation once more.
    He wanted Carrie Anderson. He wanted her tied down, wet and panting for him to take her. He wanted her, face flushed, begging him to let her come and screaming his name when he finally did. Marcus didn’t know what being with Carrie would bring, but he wanted her enough to make the leap of faith it required to take her, to train her, to push this thing between them as far as it could go.
     
    Carrie put the call to Meredith Worthington through, relaying the request for her to join her brother in his office in an hour. Meredith, as usual, was cool and professional.
    Carrie had a soft spot in her heart for the woman. While she’d never been as forceful as Marcus or as outgoing as Matthew, Meredith possessed her own quiet charm, a warmth she’d showered on the few people allowed to get close to her. Carrie had considered her a friend, as much as an employer could be.
    But Meredith had taken Marcus’ divorce and the subsequent media circus extremely hard. When the Worthington name was in shambles, Old Stirling unexpectedly dead, the controversy had affected all three siblings. But Meredith had taken it the worst, almost becoming a recluse, only going to work and home. It seemed such a lonely existence. Carrie had tried to comfort her once but Meredith blocked the attempt, telling Carrie she wouldn’t talk about family business with her or with anyone.
    She’d held fast to that vow, not speaking to her older brother for almost two months, depending on Carrie to take messages back and forth. It had been a nightmarish time, and finally she told Meredith that she could no longer run interference between the siblings. Meredith apologized in that new, distant way of hers and began delivering her messages herself, but the relationship between brother and sister remained strained.
    Carrie hit the intercom and told Marcus that his sister had confirmed their meeting. She swallowed hard as he asked her to come into his office. He’d read the letter she left on his desk earlier that morning. Two more weeks and she would no longer work here.
    Carrie didn’t want to leave her position but she’d discovered she couldn’t work for Marcus anymore, not without her heart being broken. She loved this man more than anything, and watching him waste himself on an endless string of plastic beauty-queen wannabes was slowly sucking the life out of her.
    She was no longer willing to make his dinner dates or send morning-after flowers. She couldn’t deal with fielding all the calls from the many women he dated. He changed them on a weekly basis but they were all the same. High society, rich and blonde. Willowy debutantes who wanted nothing more than to snatch a millionaire.
    Oh, they knew how he liked sex. After the fact that he was a Dom was splashed across the tabloids, there wasn’t a person in the social or business circles of the city who didn’t know about it. The endless parade of women wanted to change him, make him happy having vanilla sex. Carrie wasn’t about to stick around and watch it continue. She couldn’t. Not after having a taste of that dark thrill herself. Not when she could still close her eyes and feel him pressed up against her, his cock throbbing against her as he breathed wicked words of desire and submission against her lips.
    Taking a deep breath, she braced herself and stepped into her boss’s