idn't wake me

silk mattress and a body that felt like a furnace. The scent of rain and d

chest of solid, vibrating muscle. Silas didn't open his eyes. He just tucked his face

't a request. It was a low, prima

s already melting back into him. "It's early. I

grazing the pulse point in my throat. "You have a penthouse and a

es from last night had faded back to a stormy gray, but the intensity was w

ond, the blood... it was a reaction. But I am still your secretary, an

s hand sliding up my thigh under the sheets with a slow, heavy possessiveness. "And as for being my s

ing up. "And I'm not a submissive little mate. If we're

like it had been carved from stone. He looked at me with a lethal,

le your ego," I said, sitting up and clutching the sheet to my chest. "Term number

greed. You keep the job. But your office is now insi

ng, I am Ms. Reyes. No growling. No pinning me to

led down, exposing the damp heat of my mouth. "Professionalism? You think you can stand three

me, Silas. I can handle a few more months of playing pretend," I challenged,

ard until our foreheads touched, his ey

h in my mind. "No more 'Security Breaches' without explanations. I want to know about the Sil

a warning of the beast lurking just beneath the surface. "The truth is a bloodbath, Elen

ying to pull away

I was finished

nto the silk. He wasn't being the CEO now. He was all wolf, all hunger. His hands roamed over my curv

n keep your job. You can keep your 'professionalism.' But every night, you belong to me. Every time those office doors lock, the secr

of suppressed obsession. I didn't push him away. I pulled him closer, my fin

a low, vibrating sound of absolute satisfaction, I realized I'd just

want hi

-piece suit, his face a mask of cold, corporate indifference as he scrolled through his tablet. But under the privacy

tly professional even as his eyes promised me a repeat of last night.

eady despite the electricity jumping between

he first time in my life, I wasn't afraid. I was the Anc