This can’t be real. I must have fallen, and this is all just some delicious dream. There’s no way he would be kissing me, right?

Kodiche’s mouth is demanding, working against mine like every sigh and breath he coaxes out of me is keeping him alive. There’s no resisting when his lips part and his tongue joins the kiss. Not that I want to resist.

His muscles bunch up beneath my hands as I stroke down his back, relaxing when I scratch my nails down and hold him to me. I love the way his weight feels on me, shielding me from everything but the chemistry between us. His tongue does maddening things in my mouth, never going too deep, but constantly moving as we kiss.

We pull apart, panting, yet I still keep rubbing his back, feeling him. I never thought I’d see him like this, and no matter what brought it about, I’m not ready for it to stop.

“How could I have ever thought you were lazy?” Unsure if he’s voicing a rhetorical question, I wait for what more he wants to say. “You aren’t a failure, Vivian Robbins. You are absolutely amazing.”

He captures my lips again, withdrawing and smiling when I lean up after him. “I want to fuck you.” The way he says it makes my pussy tighten and nipples tingle.

Spreading my legs, I use my body to tell him how much I want him. “Please, sir,” I whisper. When he continues kneeling above me without touching me, I reach for his belt. His cock is already hard and pushing at the fabric, making it difficult to get his pants undone. I finally free his erection, smiling as he groans at my touch. He slips through my palm in a lazy thrust, and I’m dying to have him inside me. “I’m yours. How do you want me?”

Every other time we’ve had sex, it’s been on the floor, a couch, the counter, a chair; we’ve never been on a bed. And it’s always been with me facing away. I’ve never gotten to look into his face as we fuck.

Pulling free of my hand, Kodiche lowers his body onto mine. “Just . . . like . . . this . . .” He grunts out the words as he enters me, one hard thrust until he’s all the way in. “Viv,” he starts, then shakes his head and kisses me instead.

Tongue, lips, and teeth move in tandem as we kiss. Fucking seems to be secondary to the hungry way he devours my mouth. Thrusting my tongue into his mouth, I mimic the ones of his cock inside me. Minutes pass as we kiss and fuck, and I don’t know which feels better. I know both have left their mark soul-deep on me.

His teeth graze my lip and tug, and I hiss at the sharp pain that melts into throbbing pleasure. I do it to him, smiling into his mouth as he groans. Loving his reaction, I nip along his jaw until my mouth hovers over the tender skin of his neck. His pulse flutters beneath my lips, and I bite down—hard.

“Fuck!” Kodiche slams into me, moaning as he shakes through his orgasm. So hard and fast, neither of us had a warning. He slips to the side of me, rolling me with him, and he’s still half-hard inside me as his fingers dip down to where we’re joined. “Naughty minx making me come before I was ready,” Kodiche chides.

“I’m sorry, sir.” My reply is hard to understand to my own ears, with all my whimpers and hissed breaths as he plays with my clit.

“I’ll forgive you this time. Can you come for me? I want to see your eyes as you come.” He kisses me again, softer but deeper, and our eyes are on each other despite how much mine fight to drift closed and let me just feel what he’s doing to me.

Forehead to forehead, we make up for all this week’s missed kisses until I can’t hold still. “There we go. Come for me.” He whispers to me all through the pressure’s buildup and long after I’m quaking in his arms, trembling in the aftershocks of my climax.

After, I trace his tattoos and the ridges of muscle within my reach. “You are so handsome, Kodiche.”

He hums and kisses my forehead. “I’m glad you think so. You're the marvel though. Tell me about this scar.” His fingers trace over the ridge on my hip.The memory makes me tense. “That’s from where I donated bone marrow to a girl I met at the hospital. I apparently have the same rare blood type and other things they were looking for. I was a match, but it wasn’t enough and she passed not long after.” There isn’t much more to the story, and I fall silent for a minute. “Is it my turn to ask you something?”

He finally pulls out of me, making me hiss. Kissing me lightly, as if he were made from feathers, he reclines next to me on the bed. “Ask away.”

Cupping my stomach, I bite my lip. “I’m on birth control, but you never asked. Aren’t you worried about getting me pregnant?”

“I had a vasectomy years ago. I had one that can be reversed if I want it done. I wasn’t interested in having kids after seeing what happened to...” He cuts himself off. “I used condoms with other women, and I'm clean, if you were worried.”

“No, I had just wondered.” And now I’m wondering what he was about to say about having kids. Instead, I move on with my original question. “I overheard you—just a little—on a call. What was it about?”

He goes still, barely breathing. “I knew you heard some of it with how you reacted. If you must know, firing you would make my shareholders very happy. Making them happy is all I used to care about.”

“Used to?”

“Get cleaned off and dressed,” is his response. Cold, shutting down, Kodiche rolls off the bed and stands. “We have two more days of training to do.”

Still naked as he walks away, I admire the way he moves and how the ink of his tattoos seems to come alive. The tribal bear paws on each of his shoulder blades are incredibly sexy. They don’t compare to the way he fucks, and definitely not to the way we kissed. My lips still tingle from our kisses, like we were lovers who have been doing this for decades. He knows every little way to make me respond; it's effortless between us.

But what’s going to happen after these two days? The shareholders are not going to be happy unless I’m fired. Why should I keep training as his submissive for just this week to go back to being fired? Even in the best case of keeping my job, are we just going to kiss one another farewell that last morning and return to, “Good morning, Mr. Lamant. Can I get you some coffee?” followed by him saying, “Thank you, Miss Robbins. I would appreciate it,” in his all-business tone? To think of never hearing him call me his “good girl” again makes a hollow pit open in my stomach.

Touching my lips, I cringe away from that thought. As new as all this is to me, I don’t know if I could go back to being just his office assistant. Not when I’ve seen the cute dimples above his ass or the way he dances in his chair to music while working when he thinks I’m not noticing. He’s never been that unguarded before, not even when it was just the two of us working late. Something inside him has unlocked to show me a glimpse of the real him, and it would be a true loss to not encounter this side again.

Getting off his bed, I hurry to clean up and get dressed. No matter what does or does not happen, I don’t want to disappoint him. I hate that more than anything.