My life would never be the same again.
And standing here in my demolished bedroom, surrounded by three bin bags of his clothing and one ruined bed—I found I was okay with that.
More than okay.
Because through the bond I could feel it—his adoration, his protectiveness, the warmth of him that had nothing to do with rut or heat or biology.
And underneath all of it, predictably, his horniness.
Some things were constants.
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“Should we be travelling into work together?”
Since I’d refused to stay over at his place he’d gone home and returned to mine last night. I wasn’t sure about going into work in his chauffeur-driven car.
The hand on my knee tightened.
“We’re together now.”
“Shouldn't we report it to HR? I don't want to get into trouble.”
One dark eyebrow shot up in the air.
“Oh, come on. The cake was a one-off moment of madness. I never knew it would go that far.”
You did. Three bottles, Bad Girl said.It was glorious.
“I’ll inform HR,” he chuckled. “Are you coming to see me at lunch time?”
“Maybe.”
“I’ll come to you then.”
I thought of the reactions on the floor.
“No. I’ll come.”
“Good.”
I shook my head but reached for his hand.
Work would be interesting.
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His face was buried in my neck.
He didn’t want to let go. Five days of heat, one day to recover, and now we were back in the real world. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.
“I’ll be up in a few hours,” I reminded him.
“Why don’t you bring your laptop to my office? You can work upstairs.”
“Because I’ll be known as the office hussy.”
His head snapped up.
