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His hands slide beneath my arms, and he sweeps me up and onto the kitchen worktop, the cold marble a sharp contrast to my burning core. He rips off my leggings and throws them to one side, grabbing a condom from his pocket and sheathing himself with expert precision before moving between my thighs and entering with one swift stroke.

I gasp at the sudden fullness, but after the sex earlier and how turned on I am from having him in my mouth, I’m more than prepared.

He stops.

“Shit, are you okay?”

“More than okay. Don’t stop,” I say, wrapping my heels around his backside and pulling him forward.

His mouth meets mine and our tongues duel. I suck his bottom lip into my mouth, and he groans.

He pulls me forward, angling me as he slides in and out, his speed building up. Gone is the gentleness of before. This is more about us coming together, staking our claim. HR or not, I can’t give this man up. Not until I have to.

I lie back slightly, his cock driving into that special place deep inside. He hits it over and over, my orgasm building quickly.

“Shit, I’m going to come,” I say, another flood of arousal leaking out of me.

“Come with me,” he growls.

We both shudder as our release tears through us. My body clamps down on his jerking cock, as he continues to move in and out of me, my muscles loving the invasion, the fullness as they spasm around him.

“You’re turning me into a sex-mad hussy,” I say when I’ve finally caught my breath.

He pulls me forward and slams his mouth on mine, his cock still buried deep inside me.

When we finally part, his eyes lock on mine.

“We’ll sort this out. I promise, I’ll protect you.”

“I trust you,” I say, cupping his cheek, but knowing that what he has just promised is not something I can hold him to.

CHAPTER 57

HARPER

The following afternoon, my phone rings.

“Brooke, it’s Enzo.”

“Enzo, how was Milan? Paris? You must be relieved to be home.”

“I don’t honestly know how Alex does it, all that schmoozing.” He groans dramatically. “I think I’ll stick to the jewellery side of the business.”

“But you go along?”

“I also enjoy the chaos, the buzz. It’s enthralling,” he says.

I chuckle.

“In your element then?”

“Most definitely. It’s very informative. All the gossip you hear from and about potential clients.”

His tone makes me question what he’s in the know about, but I don’t dare ask.

“Information is power,” I say.

“Exactly,” he says. “You know why I’m calling?”