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I slam my hand onto the scanner and rush out of the lab as soon as the doors slide open. The world around me threatens to spin.

I don’t stop.

Can’t.

My entire life got wrecked by the centrifugal force of losing one girl.

It happened without my knowing it. It happened way before I could comprehend it. After years of analyzing the sick, twisted obsession in my veins, I realized it happened the very first time I laid eyes on her.

First day of Kindergarten.

That girl became the entire world to me. Fuck that, the center of my universe. Without her, I was thrown completely out of orbit.

I should’ve found another reason to go on, another reason to live.

I couldn’t.

It’s impossible. I lived for her back then; I live for her now.

And she’s here, in my building, working for my company, her presence pulling me toward her, right back into my proper orbit.

“Drew!”

My uncle.

As far as I know, he never knew what Lexi had come to mean to me. He knows I self-destructed at one point, but not the real reason why.

Anger sparks regardless. For the last two days, he’s been raving about the new IT girl, and how he stole her away from Menahan—

I freeze, unseeing. Disbelieving.

Lexi had been working for Stephen?
Stephen
? One of the bastards responsible for hurting her.

My uncle catches up to me. “Andrew.”

I whirl on him. “Did you know who she is when you hired her?” I sound as obsessed as I am. Probably look it, too.

There’s astonishment in my uncle’s dark eyes, as well as that analytical gleam I’ve come to know so well. Like he’s putting the pieces together and realizing what my reaction’s really about. “I know you know her since you were kids.”

Know her? I fucking
breathe
for the girl. Closing my eyes, I fight to resist the pull of her presence. I don’t know what I’m going to do the moment I see her. If I’ll be able to control myself.

I need some answers first.

“She was working for Stephen?”

My uncle hesitates. Most likely has to do with the fact that I haven’t opened my eyes and I’ve lost control of my inner psycho. “Yes. For years we heard rumors of his ‘hidden asset’, the person responsible for giving his company such a huge technological edge.”

Lexi was always a genius. Beyond brilliant. “Why was she working for Stephen?” I almost can’t accept this fact. Don’t want to.

All these years of searching for her,
dying
for her, and she’d been with Stephen of all people.

Rage burns through my veins.

“I don’t know, Andrew. That’s something you’ll have to ask her,” my uncle says.

Oh, I plan to. “How long was she working for him?”

“Andrew—”

“Answer. Me.”

“The contract between them went into effect in 2012. It was almost ironclad. It took our legal team months to break through it, as well as some help from Ms. Berkman herself.”

Like the pathetic, starving man I am, I latch onto that with every bit of strength inside me. “So she wanted to stop working for him?”

“Yes. Was desperate to get out. She has some sort of vendetta against him. She’s going to make a great ally.”

I’ve heard enough.

I have a pretty good idea where the software department is, and I’m almost sure that’s where she’ll be. This connection with her is like a radar, calling me to her.

My uncle grabs my shoulder, halting me. “Drew, what’s going on?”

My entire being shakes with suppressed energy, all of it waiting to be unleashed on one woman. “Remember a few years ago, when I almost died because I was out driving high on heroine?”

“Yes . . .”

“She’s the one. The reason I broke down, got into drugs. The reason I almost killed myself.”
She’s the reason I’m an unhinged asshole.

“Dear God, Drew. I know what your father did to her father, but I didn’t—”

“Where is her office?”

He points at a set of large doors with another retinal and handprint scanner.

Fifty feet down the hall, in the same direction I’d been heading.

Shrugging his hand off me, I take off, running straight for those doors.

Straight to Lexi.

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“Take care of me?” Lexi asks, blinking up at me, all innocence. Enough of it that I suddenly feel like a piece of shit for what I’m about to do to her.

For a second, I contemplate slowing down. Not going so far with her tonight.

Her hands caress the back of my head, nails scratching my scalp through my short, close-cropped hair. Legs parting, she makes room for me and brings me down to her.

My body covers hers, my thigh pressed right up against the heat of her pussy.

A hiss is ripped out of me. So damn wet. Fuck.

She shifts, like she’s aching for me to make her come, rubbing that sweet pussy all over my thigh. “What did you mean by ‘take care of me’?”

I rock into her, loving her little gasp when I rub against her clit. My cock throbs with each rub along the top of her thigh, and I swear I can almost feel her pussy pulsating against mine.

Groaning, I drop my forehead on hers, careful not to touch her glasses. “It means I can’t fuck you. I’m not taking my girl’s virginity on a couch, in the back of a gym. But I’m going to make you feel good, baby. Real fucking good.”

Jesus, I’m so fucking hard I probably won’t last too long before I come in my shorts.

Lexi lifts her hips, sliding along my thigh again, and I moan at the feel of how wet she is. “If—if you’re not going to have sex with me, what are you going to do?”

I want my mouth on her, lapping up every wet inch. I’ve never been big on eating out girls, but tasting her pussy would drive me wild. Undoubtedly.

Which is exactly why I can’t do it to her right now.

“Do you trust me to take care of you, Lexi?”

She tilts her head back, lips brushing sweetly against mine, and whispers, “Yes.”

My heart slams into my ribcage. I’m the son of the man responsible for causing her family so much pain. And, yet, she still trusts me.

Fuck. I really do love her.

“You have no idea how I feel about you,” I say, looking right into her eyes.

Not giving her time to react, I lean down the rest of the way and cover her lips with mine.

I could come just sucking on her lips. And damn, she’s a quick learner too, her tongue moving in just the right away to send more pleasure slicing through me.

I kiss her slowly, because she’s wearing her glasses and I love them. So much that I need her to keep them on while I taste her.

She whimpers into my mouth, and I swear I can taste it. The promise of raging sex behind it. Her hips move impatiently. She’s fucking my thigh, taking her pleasure from me, and she tries to kiss me harder.

Lungs tight, my cock so heavy, I somehow find the way to refuse her, keeping that kiss just as slow as before.

Because I’ve never wanted anything in my God forsaken life as much as I want her, and if I give into the call of her body, I’ll end up slamming into her and busting my nut right here.

Lexi’s breasts press against my chest. Ripping her mouth away from mine, she throws her head back, arching, groaning. “
Drew
.”

God, who am I kidding? I won’t make it inside her. Already too close.

I slide my hand under her, flattening it on her lower back, commanding her rhythm. Making her ride my thigh faster. “You make me so hard it hurts.” Rotating my hips, I thrust into her, giving her more of my thigh, letting her feel my swollen dick.

Her throat jumps with her next moan.

Unable to resist it, I latch onto it with my teeth, tugging lightly on the side of her neck.

She cries out, right into my ear, and more precome leaks out of me.

“So good,” I groan, licking and sucking on her neck feverishly.

“Drew. Oh God.” Arching, she rubs her tits into my chest, her hips moving in circles.

I slip my hand between our bodies, refusing to lift myself away from her. My hands cup her breasts and a hungry, soft mewl leaves her. She moves faster, offering me everything.

The fire in my chest slams into my gut, spreading into every limb.

Infecting my fucking soul.

“Mine,” I pant into her ear, tugging the top of her dress down. The sound of the straps tearing reaches me, but I don’t care. Her tits are full, perfect in my hands, her nipples tight. I pinch them and she cries out for me again. “Fucking mine, baby. All of you.”

“Yes. Please!”

“Yes, what?” I tongue her earlobe, imagining it’s her clit, and play with her nipples at the same time. I lift my head just enough to look down at her, waiting.

Eyes anguished, she shakes her head. Our bodies grind naturally, our rhythm frantic but somehow in sync.

Like we were made to fuck each other.

Her next glide leaves a trail of her juices on my thigh.

Oh, fuck. That’s for me. All for me. My shaft kicks, hungry to feel all that wetness. “Come on, Lexi.” I lick both my thumbs, eyes on her. She shakes her head again, but fuck it. She doesn’t have to admit it aloud. Not right now. Every moan that leaves her proves it.

I use my wet thumbs to play with her nipples, fucking her through our clothes. “I meant what I said. Mine. Whatever it takes Lexi.”

“I want you so bad, Drew.”

I pinch her nipples, hard, a broken groan rumbling in my chest.

“Andrew! Oh . . . you’re . . . I’m coming . . . uh!”
Eyes on mine, she locks up, coming like a rocket all over my thigh.

Near blind, desperate, I reach between us, searching . . . searching . . .

My hand slides between her legs, making contact with her over her panties.

Beyond wet.

Soaked.

So damn soaked that barely grazing her leaves my hand drenched.

“Fuck baby,” I rasp. “I barely touched you and you squirted all over my thigh. That sweet cunt is trying to mark me, isn’t it? Trying to leave your scent on me so that every girl knows I’m yours.”

She jerks under me, mewling.

Without thinking, I raise my hand back up to my lips, taking my fingers into my mouth.

Time fucking stops at the first hit of her taste on my tongue.

Luscious.

Sweet.

The most addicting thing that could’ve ever been created.

Wild, practically snarling around my fingers, I suck them hard, needing more of that taste. Knowing it’s never going to be enough.

My cock swells to the breaking point,
pounding.

“Shit!” At the last second, I manage to pull away from her, landing on the other end of the couch. Hands shaking, I drag my cock out.

One pump of my fist, and my orgasm rides straight up my length, about to explode out the tip.

And I don’t stop looking at her. I can’t. This orgasm is hers, all hers. I want her to see what she’s done to me.

Lexi scrambles to sit up and slaps my hand away, grabbing my cock—

My head falls back, a roar breaking loose.

She pumps my dick, milking me, making me come harder.

“Yours, Lexi,” I hear my hoarse voice telling her. “All yours.”

Somewhere, I either heard or read that sex is better when you actually have feelings for the person you’re doing it with. I can officially say that’s true. She just blew my fucking mind.

I came so hard I’m still twitching. Lexi plays with my dick. I’m too sensitive, but I can’t bring myself to make her stop. I love that she’s touching me. Learning me.

I reach out for her, cupping her neck. It takes a ridiculous amount of effort to lift myself and bring her head toward me, kissing her softly.

She sighs into our kiss.

“I meant what I said,” I whisper against her lips. “I’m keeping you, Lexi. You’re my girl now.”

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