Raiden (The Kent Brothers #2) - A.M. Hargrove Page 0,9
possibly think I would, do you?”
“I sure hope not, but I don’t know you very well.”
He chuckled. “I promise you’ll be the only one. I’ll even get tested if you want.”
If he was willing to go that far, I agreed. “Anything else?”
“There is. I have a strong sexual appetite. I would ask you never to use that against me.”
“You mean no make-up sex?”
He laughed. “That would be great, actually. No, just don’t hold a sex grudge. If you’re pissed off at me, tell me. Don’t make me read your mind and guess.”
“Right.”
“One other thing. I’m very demanding in bed. I may come off as an asshole, and kinky, but I swear I’ll never do anything to hurt you physically. Everything I do is meant for pleasure. And if there’s something you don’t like, please tell me.”
“I will. I’m not shy like that.”
“I didn’t think so, but I wanted to make sure.”
“I’d also like to make a request.” This wasn’t just one-sided.
“Absolutely.”
“Never ever lie to me. That’s my deal breaker.”
“I don’t lie.”
“Great, then we should get along fine.”
He picked up the plates, popped them into the dishwasher, and said, “It’s shower time.” A wicked grin appeared, which meant it would be much more than just a shower.
And it was. Soap had a new meaning for me. His expert fingers did things I never imagined. They explored the unexplored, and I came, yelling his name. His cock was deep inside of me as one finger probed my other hole. His silken tongue tangled with mine and when I yelled, he swallowed his name and kept thrusting until he came with a groan.
Afterward, he set me down.
When I caught my breath, I said, “Wow. This is the best shower I’ve ever taken in my life.”
He bit down on his lip for a second, then let out a laugh that echoed off the shower walls. “I’ve got to say it was mine too.”
Chapter Four
Raiden
Only a few employees occupied the executive floor when I arrived at work. Hustling toward my office, the main receptionist greeted me. “Good morning, Mr. Kent. Would you like coffee?” Her eyes blinked repeatedly as she smiled. She’d been here for five months and my answer was the same every single day. Caffeine was a requirement each morning. Would it take forever for her to figure this out? I would have to speak with Elena, my personal admin about her.
“Large coffee, black. Every morning. No need to ask.” I didn’t stop but continued to walk. When I reached my office, Elena was already there.
“Morning, boss.”
“Hey. Can you come in here, please?”
She was right behind me.
“Something wrong?”
“Can you please tell the admin she doesn’t have to ask if I want coffee every day? She can assume I need the damn stuff.”
A hearty chuckle hit my ears. “Sure thing.”
“What’s on my agenda for today?”
Elena pulled up my calendar on her phone. “You have a private meeting with Scottie Sullivan from Wolfe Investigations at nine. At ten-thirty, you and Acer will discuss advancing your software internationally.”
Nodding, I asked, “What’s up for my afternoon?”
“Conference calls with distributors mainly.”
“Cruze isn’t handling those?”
“No, because I recall something about him leaving for South America. I’m not positive, but I think he has meetings set up down there.”
Snapping my fingers, I said, “That’s right. Thanks, Elena.”
“On top of the coffee, can I grab you some breakfast?”
“Thanks, but I’m good.”
She groaned. “Don’t tell me. You have one of those nasty protein drinks.”
I raised a brow. “How do you know they’re nasty? You’ve never tried one. Besides, I’m on a major workout program. Little Guy beat me at arm wrestling and I have to get him back.”
She crossed her arms and stared pointedly. An image of my mom popped into my head. “Have you seen Acer’s arms? I hate to tell you, boss, but—” Her finger did a little wag.
“What?”
“Don’t kill the messenger, but you have a way to go.”
“Which is why I’m doing protein drinks and working out.”
“Hmm mmm. You need eggs too. Just saying. I’ll be outside if you need anything.” She shut the door behind her when she left.
Elena was the best admin I’d ever had. It took me years to find her and she spoke her mind, which I loved. Every other one I’d hired ogled me like a piece of meat and asked me if they could breathe. When she landed in here, it was as if God Himself had sent her.
Eggs, huh? That reminded me of the omelet I’d made at Scottie’s on Saturday. I