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enjoying the feel of him on top of me. He’s heavy and warm and undeniably male.
    “Lucille.” He brushes my hair to the side and mouths over the back of my neck. “That was… That was…” My smooth-talking CEO is at a loss for words.
    “As good as your fantasies?” I supply.
    “Better.” He nips my skin and I quiver. “And that was only one fantasy. I have more.”
    “Am I in any of these other fantasies?” Or will this be a one-time thing?
    “You’re in all of them.” Brick rests his cheek against mine. “Every. Single. One.”
    I smile.

Chapter Three
    “I didn’t know ladies could fuck like that.” Brick levers himself upward.
    “There’s a lot you don’t know about ladies.” I roll over and fall off the desk. “Shit.”
    He catches me before I hit the carpet and lugs me upward. “True. I didn’t know they could cuss.” My boss places me back on the desk and pins my body with his. “Did I hurt you?” He gazes down at me, his expression concerned.
    My heart melts.
    “You didn’t hurt me.” My pussy, ass, everything is sore, but it’s a good sort of soreness, like the way my muscles feel after a strenuous workout.
    “Good.” He skims his lips over mine, his kiss teasingly light.
    Knuckles rap against the door.
    “They’ll go away,” Brick murmurs against my skin.
    “But they’ll be back.” I push my palms against his shoulders. He sucks on my chin. I’m unable to budge him. “You have meetings booked for the entire day.”
    He frowns. “I said they were to be cancelled.”
    “I’m your assistant, the person responsible for canceling those meetings.” I stifle a smile. My boss is so adorably arrogant, assuming his word would be disseminated throughout the office. “Give me a couple of minutes and I’ll rearrange your schedule, freeing up your day.”
    “I plan to fill that day with you.” Brick takes care of the condom, tossing it into the wastebasket. I catch a glimpse of rock-hard abs, narrow hips, black private curls. He pulls up his pants, fastens them, buckles his belt, and tucks in his shirt.
    He’s back to being my impeccably dressed CEO. I’m shamelessly naked, except for the shoes on my feet.
    “You have to attend the gala tonight.” I sit upright, looking around us for my clothes. “The charity is counting on you to make an appearance. It doesn’t have to be a long appearance, merely enough to give them some media coverage.”
    “You want me to go?” Brick holds out my skirt and petticoats.
    “It’s a good cause.” I step into the circle of fabric. “Where are my panties?”
    “You don’t need them.” He zips me up and playfully fluffs my skirt. “I’ll attend the gala tonight.”
    “You’ll need a date.” We’re a couple now. He’ll ask me. We’ll attend the event together. I’ll be the woman he introduces to other guests, the woman he goes home with.
    My boss helps me into my jacket. “I’ll talk to Gretchen.”
    Pain shoots through my heart. “You’ll ask her to go to the gala with you.”
    Brick nods. “She’ll want something in exchange for suppressing the fight footage.” He fastens the buttons on my jacket one by one. “I’ll do whatever she asks to keep you out of the media spotlight.”
    “What if I want to be in the spotlight?” I’d pay that price to be with him.
    “You don’t want that.”
    “I do.” I clasp his hands. “Because that’s where you are. You’ll always be in the spotlight and I want to stand beside you.” I want us to be a couple.
    “That’s not necessary.” Brick lifts my fingers to his face. “We’ll spend more time here, at the office.” He brushes his lips over my knuckles. “The paparazzi will believe we’re working. No one has to know that you’re more than my assistant.”
    I pull my hands away from him. “I’ll be your work fuck.” He’ll continue to date, to bed glamorous, gorgeous women. I’ll be his dirty little secret.
    “You’ll be my only fuck.” Brick draws me