him. Reese hadn’t tried to contact her again.
Choosing a very businesslike navy-and-white skirt suit, she drove to the office Monday morning. Until Reese fired her or she quit, she still had a job to do. She arrived early and so did Louise, but Reese hadn’t come in yet.
“Boy, am I glad to see you,” Louise said. “I don’t know how you keep up with that man. He’s a handful, I swear.”
“I know he can be demanding.”
“That, dear girl, is an understatement.” Louise smiled. “He’s different when you’re around. You know how to handle him.” Her eyes twinkled. “How to soothe the savage beast, so to speak.”
Kenzie laughed. “Maybe so. I think the three of us make a pretty good team.”
“You’re right, we do.” The familiar deep voice sent tingles down her spine. “Welcome back, Kenzie. You ready to go to work?”
“I’m...I’m ready.”
“Good, let’s go.” He strode off toward his office without another word, and Kenzie fell in behind him. Her pulse was racing, her mouth paper-dry.
After everything that had happened, she had no idea what to say, so she just closed the door behind her and sat down in her usual chair in front of his desk. She opened her iPad, ready to go over his schedule and make notes on what he needed her to do.
It was still early, the workday not officially started, when Reese looked up at her from behind his desk, his expression unreadable.
“How was your weekend?” he asked.
She opened her mouth to make some bland reply but emotion welled up and unexpected words tumbled out. “Arthur killed DeMarco. Arthur’s dead, too.” As if the police wouldn’t have already told him. Dear God, she needed to get a grip.
His features softened as he rose from his desk and walked toward her. Kenzie rose, as well. Uncertain, she took a hesitant step in his direction. Reese closed the distance and pulled her into his arms.
“I heard the news. I tried to call you. Are you okay? How’s Griff?”
A breath trembled out. “Griff’s doing fine. We’re both all right.” Unable to ignore her feelings any longer, she slid her arms around his neck and just hung on. “I missed you. I missed you so much.”
A shudder went through his hard frame. “I missed you, too.” Reese bent his head and kissed her, softly at first, then deeper.
The kiss lingered, went on and on, neither of them wanting the moment to end. The feel of his mouth over hers sent heat pulsing through her. The kiss went deeper, turned wilder, hotter, burned completely out of control. She wanted to strip him naked, have her way with him on top of his desk. She wanted him inside her so much she ached with it.
“I need you,” he said against the side of her neck. “It’s all I can do not to take you right here.” He kissed her again and every sensible thought flew out of her head.
“We can’t...can’t do that.” Heat flushed her cheeks as she looked up at him. “Can we?”
His gaze went from guarded blue to hot blue flame. “My family owns the company. Hell, the whole damned building belongs to us. As long as it’s what you want, too, we can do whatever we damn well please.”
Striding to the door, he pushed the lock, walked back, and started kissing her again. The next thing she knew her blouse was unbuttoned, the front hook on her bra undone. Reese filled his hands with her breasts, lowered his head, and took a nipple into his mouth.
Kenzie moaned softly. Sliding her hands into his silky black hair, she arched her back to give him better access. Her heart pounded as desire burned through her. She was panting and on fire.
“I want you,” she said. “I ache with wanting you, Reese.”
A growl came from his throat. Reese kissed his way down her neck and nipped an earlobe, sending little shivers over her skin.
“We don’t have time for this,” he said gruffly. “Not enough time for me to do it right.”
“I don’t care.” She trembled. “Please, Reese.”
He kissed her again, long, wet, and deep. She felt his hands sliding her skirt up around her waist, then he turned her around and she understood what he wanted, bent over his desk, and felt the snap of her thong as Reese ripped it away.
It was a secret, forbidden fantasy that he would take her this way, claim her in some wild, primitive fashion. He slid into her, touched her as he took her