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  He hadn’t said it in an asshole sort of way. More like amused. I felt myself blush as I stared into gorgeous dark eyes. He had a low-trimmed beard and mustache, short, black hair, thick eyebrows and eyelashes, and was wearing a suit that probably cost more than I made in a year.

  He was dreamy with a side of yummy. He was what I called man-beef. And I wouldn’t mind checking out Mr. Russo’s beef. “I have a call for you.”

  I crossed the carpet and jiggled my cell phone. “Mr. Bruske.”

  His brow hiked even higher. “Why is he on your cell phone?”

  “Long story.” I handed him the phone, and he took it.

  “Alexander,” Mr. Russo said, as if they were longtime friends. “How’s it going?”

  Mr. Russo spun in his expensive leather chair, giving me his back. I wasn’t sure if I should stay and wait for my phone or go back to my desk.

  I decided to go back to my desk. No sooner had my butt hit my seat than the woman who had talked to me when I’d first gotten there—I really needed to learn her name, but the uptight woman hadn’t given it to me—approached.

  She slapped a thick manila legal-sized envelope onto my desk. “This should have been sent out an hour ago.”

  “I wasn’t even here an hour ago,” I reminded her. I’d kowtow to Mr. Russo. I wanted to save Chad’s job, but I’d be damned if I would be treated like puppy chow by this woman. I didn’t even know who the hell she was.

  She narrowed her eyes at me. “Watch it, Mr. Wolfe. If you want to keep your job here, you’ll do better.”

  I had no clue what her problem was. She didn’t even make sense. When she turned and walked away, I looked around to make sure no one was watching me, and then I flipped her off.

  “I saw that.” Mr. Russo headed toward my desk. “Penny is hard-nosed, but she runs a tight ship. I wouldn’t get on her bad side.” He handed me my phone. “Someone named Sonny Bunny called. He wanted to remind you about Tinkerbells this weekend.”

  I groaned. Tinkerbells was the hottest gay club in town and the best place to get lucky with hot guys. If Mr. Russo ever showed up there, he would be devoured by every bear in the place or hit on by every twink.

  “Though he asked for someone named Derek.”

  I hadn’t lasted thirty stinking minutes. Chad would string me up by my balls for this. “My brother’s phone is broken, so his friends call me to give him messages.”

  The lie had just flowed freely, so I went with it.

  He studied me before giving a slight nod. “Hold my calls. I’m heading over to Mr. Bruske’s office to go over the contracts.”

  Like I know how to use this damn phone system anyway. “Sure thing, Mr. Russo.”

  He grabbed the envelope Penny had laid down and tucked it under his arm before walking away.

  I leaned back in my chair, checking out his ass. And damn if it wasn’t a really fine ass.

  Chapter Two

  Derek…

  “Chad.”

  I sat there trying to figure out how to make a schedule. The computer wasn’t being very nice to me. Every time I entered the date, the space became way too big. If there was one thing I’d learned today, it was that I hated Excel.

  And the phone system.

  And Penny because she kept coming out of nowhere, scaring the crap out of me, her eyes like a hawk’s as she appraised me and moved on.

  “Chad.”

  I chewed on my thumbnail and wondered if I could call my brother and have him walk me through this.

  “Chad.” A hand came down on my desk, making me jump. I looked up to see Mr. Russo standing there glaring at me. “In my office, now.”

  Now what the hell did I do? I didn’t bother to ask. I hopped up from my seat and hurried behind him, checking out his sexy backside.

  He entered the office first, and then I ran in next. But Mr. Russo moved behind me and closed the door. The clicking of the lock sounded like my doom. Why on earth was he locking me in his office? What worried me further was the stern look on his face.

  A man this handsome shouldn’t wear a scowl. The expression made him appear terrifying instead of sexy. “What did I do wrong?”

  Mr. Russo took a step toward me. I backed up until I was pressed against the wall. I didn’t like being intimidated, but I kept telling myself not to freak out, to save Chad’s job if I could.

  “You need to tell me who you really are.” He slammed a hand on either side of my head, boxing me in, making me tremble at the feral look on his face.

  “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “Cut the crap, Derek. How big a fool do you think I am?” He was so close that his masculine scent wrapped around me, making my cock perk right up, even though this was the worst time ever to get a boner. But I couldn’t help how my body reacted. Mr. Russo was so sexy my teeth ached.

  I didn’t know what to say. It was apparent I was about to get Chad fired, and I would more than likely get my ass kicked from the way he was looking at me. I’d never seen a man so pissed. His nostrils were flaring, and he was damn near baring his teeth at me.

  “I—” My thoughts fled. See, this was why I needed to stick to cutting hair. This office work was for crap. I hadn’t lasted a full day. Chad was gonna kill me, but I’d warned him up front that I would screw this up. No way could he put this shit on me.

  When Mr. Russo grabbed my jaw, I yelped, too afraid to move. His dark blue eyes drilled into me, and I sent up a prayer he wasn’t about to kill me and bury my body beneath some loose floorboards under his desk.

  His thumb traced my jaw. His lips were so close I felt his breath skitter across my face. It smelled minty with a hint of chocolate. “You’ll explain to me who you are and why you’re here, or I swear I’ll make you regret stepping foot into my building.”

  Mr. Russo’s threat made me want to pee myself. “Okay! Okay!” I threw my hands up, but I couldn’t move my head. He still had it in a tight grip. “My twin broke his leg, and I was trying to do him a solid by filling in for him so he wouldn’t get fired,” I wailed. “Please don’t chop me up into little pieces and feed me to some pigs.”

  I’d heard somewhere that if you starved pigs long enough, they could consume an entire human body in no time—except the teeth. All that would be left of me was my teeth. The thought made me lightheaded.

  “Pigs?” His brows furrowed.

  I curled my lips in. I wasn’t saying anything else. I’d already spilled the beans, and Chad would definitely be fired, but further embarrassing myself was an option I refused to take.

  “Look,” I said, and Mr. Russo finally released me. My jaw didn’t hurt from the grip, but I still moved it from side to side. “I’ll leave. I’m sorry for deceiving you. That wasn’t my intention, but I just wanted to save Chad’s job.”

  Mr. Russo took a step back, placing his hands on his powerful hips. I did love a man in a suit, and fuck if he didn’t look good enough to worship. I had a hard time concentrating as my gaze slid over him.

  “Why didn’t you just tell me that from the beginning?”

  I snorted. It wasn’t a dignified sound, but I didn’t care. “I know jack shit about office work.”

  “I could tell. I thought maybe Penny was losing her touch by hiring you, or should I say your brother?”

  “Please.” I took a tentative step forward, splaying my hands. “Don’t blame this on Chad. He was so excited to get the job, and it would kill him to lose it.”

  “But he played games.” Mr. Russo’s nostrils flared, and I was still scared as hell that he’d kill me. Literally. “I don’t like being deceived.”

  “He doesn’t have a mean bone in his body,” I argued. “He wasn’t doing this to…fuck.” I rubbed my forehead, wondering if I was making matters worse. “Just…never mind. I’ll break the news to him that his dream job is gone.”

  “Not necessarily.”

  My head snapped up as hope blossomed inside of me. “Yes?”

  “I can have a t
emp fill his position until his leg heals.”

  I wanted to hug the guy but was afraid he would slug me. “Thanks!”

  The side of Mr. Russo’s mouth curled into a wicked smile. Before I knew what was happening, he pulled me by my arm, dragging me close. Our chests collided as he cupped the back of my head.

  “Been thinking about doing this since I laid eyes on you. Now that you’re no longer my employee, I feel no guilt about this.”

  I opened my mouth to ask what he was talking about, but his lips descended on mine before I could utter a word. That minty chocolate taste invaded my senses, making me whimper as I pulled at his belt, desperate to feel the weight of his cock in my hands.

  I’d been thinking some really naughty thoughts, too, and I wanted to make them a reality.

  With a snarl, Mr. Russo spun me and bent me over his desk, trapping me between his muscled body and the wood. With no shame, I jutted my ass, trying my best to press it against his pants-covered cock.

  Office sex. Oh my god. Who knew that would become a fantasy for me, or better yet, a reality? I just prayed he wasn’t a tease. I wanted to feel those muscles pounding into me, making me slide over his highly polished desk.

  My mind was so scattered that I became confused when he moved away from me. I looked over my shoulder, my brows furrowing.

  “Undress.” His command told me I better obey, but I was never one who could follow directions or liked being told what to do. Still, did I want to be bratty and pass up an opportunity I may never have again?

  Nope.

  I kicked my shoes off and stripped in five seconds flat. “How do you want me, Mr. Russo?”

  “Max. Call me Max.” He brushed my hard cock with his knuckles, his gaze greedily drinking me in. I sucked in a breath and groaned, my cock so hard it hurt.

  “Uh-uh.” I shook my head. “This is my office fantasy, and I want to call you Mr. Russo.” I leaned back against his desk, my hands on either side of me. My mind was still blown that I was about to have sex with him. The image was the only thing I’d thought about all day.

  And that stupid phone system.

  He slid his finger under my chin. “Very well, Derek.”

  I loved that he called me by my name and not my brother’s. My heart sped and my body tightened at the anticipation of what we were about to do. “You still haven’t answered my question.”

  Max unfastened his belt and freed his cock, and oh my fuck, I was in lust. My mouth watered and my hole ached as I stared at how well he was hung.

  “Get on all fours on my desk.” Max started stroking himself, and my brain short-circuited.

  I was pretty sure there was drool clinging to the side of my mouth. I licked my lips, and I could still taste the minty chocolate flavor. I wanted another kiss but was too afraid to disobey. The thought of him kicking me out because I didn’t listen was almost too much to bear. I wanted those hands on me, to feel his cock pounding into my ass, to get the release I’d desperately needed all day.

  I tore my gaze away from his hand and stared up at him, a grin surfacing. “Tell me you need me to take notes.”

  This was my fantasy, and I’d be damned if I let him take away any part of it.

  “I need you to get your sexy ass on my desk so I can pound into your tight hole,” he snarled. “Now do as I say, or I’m zipping up.”

  “Oh hell.” I swooned. His deep, sexy voice would be my undoing. “Boss me around like that again.”

  I was gonna have as much fun with this as I could before I headed out the door, never to see this stallion again. Why did that thought disappoint me? Why did I have a feeling once wouldn’t be enough? But I wasn’t going to fool myself into thinking there would be another time. This was it, and damn it, I was going to stretch it out for as long as I could.

  I walked around the desk and climbed on, trying my best not to knock his laptop over. He moved in behind me then opened a drawer. When I looked over my shoulder, he was lubing his fingers. I didn’t bother to ask why he kept lube in his drawer.

  Did I care? Hell no.

  But the thought of him jacking off on his lunch break made my hole pulse and made me even hornier.

  Max shoved three fingers inside me, making me cry out. “Do that again and I’m gonna slug you.”

  His chuckle slid over me like a lover’s caress. “I highly doubt that.”

  The threat had been worth a try.

  Soon his cock was replacing his fingers, stretching me wide, making my hole burn as I cried out his name. “Mr. Russo!”

  “You better be taking damn good notes.” He slapped my ass, leaving behind a delicious sting that drove my desire even higher. “Or you’ll be working overtime.”

  I loved that he was playing along. I spread my legs farther apart, pushing my ass higher into the air like a good little slut. I normally didn’t act this way with a stranger, but when would I ever get this opportunity again? “Fuck me harder, Mr. Russo.”

  One hand clamped down on my nape, and the other gripped my hip. And just as I imagined, I slid across his desk, but his hold kept me from falling over.

  My eyes crossed and my jaw dropped when he thrust his cock inside my ass, but I didn’t threaten him this time. I was too busy having my brain rattled by his hard and deep strokes. His cock grazed over my gland repeatedly, and yes, now I was drooling.

  Max’s hand slid down my spine. His lips touched one shoulder blade then the other. His powerful thrusts had me gripping the side of his desk, gasping as pleasure I’d never experienced before—not on this kind of level—scorched through me.

  The friction made me whimper and tore sounds from my throat as his body continually crashed into mine. His balls slapped against me, his grip tightened, and fuck, I was in heaven.

  I thrust backward, meeting his strokes, my orgasm climbing every closer. I cried out so hard that I feared I would lose my voice or security would burst through the door to see what in the hell was going on.

  My arms trembled then gave out, sending me downward, making my ass rise higher. Max was punishing my hole, thrusting fast and hard, his nails biting into my hip. His strokes became wilder, plunging until I was begging him not to stop, to keep going because my orgasm was about to rip me apart.

  “Oh hell!” I shouted as I squeezed my eyes closed. “I’m close, Mr. Russo. So damn close.”

  My buildup had my cock drooling all over his desk, and I hoped it left a stain for him to remember me by. I was definitely going to remember this day for years to come.

  Max grabbed my hair and yanked my head back, giving me a sloppy kiss as his dick pounded my ass. My climax crested even higher, making me whimper into his mouth.

  I came as soon as he came. He buried his cock deep, snarling as his cock pulsed deep in my ass. This had been the best goddamn sex of my life. No future lover would ever measure up, and that was a fucking dismal thought.

  I felt boneless and ready to take a nap as soon as it was over. Max pulled free and kissed my spine. “Next time we’ll use a bed.”

  Next time? I couldn’t have been more thrilled with his statement. He helped me up, and I stumbled to the leather couch in the corner of his office, where I dressed, so dazed that my coordination was clumsy. I nearly fell over twice while trying to put my pants back on.

  “And next time you’ll meet me at my penthouse.” He scribbled something on a paper and handed it over.

  It was his address and phone number. I grinned at him, glad I’d let Chad talk me into filling in for him. “So, I take it this will be ongoing?”

  He slid his hand over my jaw and gave me a sensual, toe-curling kiss. I guess I had my answer.

  “Now get back to work.” He winked at me.

  Huh? “What’re you talking about?”

  Max dressed and rounded his desk, taking a seat behind it. He no longer looked like the hot lover that had just been all over me, playing my body like an instrument, owning me even for a little while.

  He looked like the high-powered la
wyer that he was. Crisp suit, not a hair out of place—even after we had just sweated our asses off—that cold, distant look in his eyes.

  What in the fuck just happened?

  “I’m not going to hire a temp,” he said without looking up from what he was doing. “You’ll learn what you need to know as my assistant.”

  I was glad he was that confident because I sure as hell wasn’t. I completely sucked at this office stuff.

  “But…what about Chad?” Ice cubes formed in my gut. Chad was going to kill me for stealing his dream job. I had to talk Max out of this. My relationship with my twin was more important than working for this stud who could turn his emotions on and off in the blink of an eye.

  “I’ll reassign him to someone else.” Max opened his laptop and started typing. I knew when I was dismissed, and that pissed me off. I wasn’t looking for a commitment from him or any kind of promise, but we’d just gotten our rocks off together and the least he could do was be nice to me until I was out of his office.

  “The job belongs to my brother,” I argued. “This whole ruse was to make sure he wasn’t fired, and you’re firing him?”

  My voice had risen, and I saw the displeasure in Max’s eyes. I didn’t care. I wasn’t about to steal my twin’s job because I’d slept with his boss.

  Even if I’d thoroughly enjoyed every second of it and would gladly crawl back onto his desk if he asked.

  “Take my deal or both of you can look for different work.” He leaned back in his chair and crossed his fingers over his stomach. I’d never wanted to slug anyone as much as I wanted to slug him.

  “I have a job,” I told him. “I’m a hair stylist.”

  He wrote something on a piece of paper and slid it toward me. Reluctantly, I approached and took the paper. “What’s this?”

  “Your salary. Tell me you make that much doing hair.”

  The dollar amount was three times what I made at the salon. No one in their right mind would pass up this opportunity. An idea struck me that would make both me and Chad happy. “Fine, but Chad makes this much, too.”

  Max chuckled and damn if that sound didn’t slide down my spine and make my dick hard again. “He’ll make double that offer because he’s qualified.”