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secret that we’re together, but maybe we should keep a low profile around the office. You are my boss.”

“And we’ll have to fill out that HR paperwork,” he added with a grin.

“Right,” she said, shifting against his thickening cock. “The official ‘we’re in a relationship and I promise not to sue the company if we break up’ paperwork.” The words breaking up tasted like sawdust in her mouth. She didn’t want to think about that possibility.

“So, paperwork and a low profile. I think I can manage that.”

“Do we make some kind of announcement, or…I don’t know? I guess it isn’t really anyone else’s business, right?”

“Angel, you’re forgetting that I kissed you in front of probably thirty other people yesterday. I promise you, the rumor mill is already churning.”

“Right,” she said, sighing as his large palm cupped her breast, massaging gently. “God, how was that only yesterday?”

“It’s been an eventful twenty-four hours.”

“You know that we’re only going to add fuel to the fire by not coming in today,” she said, not really worried what her co-workers might think. It wasn’t as though she was doing something wrong by dating Max.

“Let them talk. I have more important things on my mind,” he said, dipping his head and kissing her neck. She shivered and tilted her head, her body already coming to life for him, a sweet, sharp ache settling between her legs.

“Such as?”

“Taking a shower with you and seeing how many times I can make you come.”

“Mmm, yes. That’s definitely much more important.”

With a playful growl, he tumbled her backward and started kissing his way down her body, apparently determined to make her come at least once before leaving the bed.

A week later, Willa strode down the hall toward her office, a perma-grin plastered to her face. She was able to say, without any hyperbole whatsoever, that the past week had been the best week of her life. The morning after they’d woken up together, after their sushi dinner—after he’d told her he loved her—they’d skipped out on work, instead spending the day having sex, eating delicious food, lounging around Central Park, and playing video games.

Once they’d returned to work the following day, she’d known immediately that Max had been right about the rumor mill. Even now, as she walked, she was conscious of several pairs of eyes glued to her. She’d overheard one person referring to them as “beauty and the sexy beast,” a couple nickname she wasn’t entirely opposed to, even though she knew Max was far from a beast. He was sweet and smart and incredible. And he was hers. It still felt a little surreal, but gradually she was getting used to the fact that Max Prescott was her boyfriend.

And she’d spent almost every evening with him over the past week. Dinners, going to the movies, walking the High Line, an art gallery opening he’d had an invitation to. All followed by so many orgasms she’d given up trying to keep track. He was absolutely unbelievable in bed, always so intensely focused on her pleasure. It made her want to turn the tables and focus on him, make him feel so good he lost his mind the way she was constantly losing hers.

He’d been busy last night with a dinner meeting for a board he was a member of, and it was a little embarrassing how much she’d missed him. It was silly, really. They’d only been dating for a week and they’d spent every single evening together. But still. She’d missed him. A lot. Not just the sex, but being around him, talking with him, falling asleep tucked against his big, warm body.

She stepped into her office and sat down behind her desk, dropping her purse onto the floor. Her butt had barely touched the chair before Max poked his head in, grinning at her from the doorway.

Everything inside her lit up like the Fourth of July at the sight of him, her stomach fluttering wildly, her pulse throbbing in her temples, her wrists. He stepped into her office, a Starbucks cup in his hand, and it was as though the entire world dropped away. All that mattered, all that she knew, was Max.

“Morning, angel,” he said, setting the coffee down on her desk with a wink that she felt deep in her belly, like a jolt of pure adrenaline. He sank down into the chair facing her desk, his glorious body all spread out. She couldn’t decide which she liked better: professional Max in his navy blue suit, crisp white shirt and red tie, or casual Max, with a bedhead full of curls and wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants. She loved that she didn’t have to choose. They were both hers.

She smiled at him, her heart banging like a kick drum in her chest. “Morning,” she said, picking up the Starbucks cup and taking a sip. “Mmm. Thank you.”

He glanced over his shoulder and then pushed up out of the chair, came around behind her desk, cupped her face and kissed her, soft and sweet.

“Holy shit, I missed you,” he murmured, trailing his thumbs over her cheekbones. “I know it was just one night, but—”

She cut him off by tilting her face back up to his and kissing him. “I missed you, too.”

“Good.” He brushed his nose against hers and then retreated to his side of the desk. “Because I have a surprise for you. Two surprises, actually.”

She took another sip of her coffee, her skin tingling pleasantly from both the kiss and the caffeine. “Ooh. Do tell.”

He grinned. “The New York Times wants to interview Tapp about our Blind Date app, and I suggested they speak with you.”

Her mouth fell open. “Me?” she asked, her voice coming out with a squeak.

He nodded. “This was your project, Willa. You ran it, oversaw it from prototype to beta, and you’ve done an excellent job. Blind Date is a result of all of your hard work.”

She pressed her fingers to her mouth, feeling

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