Kaylee stalked into her office right on time, despite the longer-than-normal shower in which she’d leaned her head against the cold tiles and thought about the night before. Ethan had been such a prince: charming, sophisticated, and—above all—so much fun to be around. Their conversation was lively, intriguing, and they never lacked for things to say. Getting the VP position wasn’t the most important issue at the moment, not anymore. She just wanted to see him again. She was fairly certain she’d never meet another man like him.

Tell him what I want.

She blew out a breath and sat at her desk. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a figure pop into the doorway. “Happy birthday!” Ben gave her a thumbs-up.

“Thanks, Ben,” she said with a half-smile.

This birthday was already lining up to be like all the others—depressing and full of dashed wishes. Her mom had always said that it was because she didn’t like cake. No way could she have a great birthday if she didn’t like the star attraction.

“Chocolate cake, right? That’s your favorite?” Ben asked.

Nope, that was the office’s favorite. She hoped it would put everyone in a good mood. “Chocolate, yes. You’ve got it.”

“Great! And good to see you last night. It can only help.”

She sighed in that way coworkers did to tell each other that they were feeling trench fatigue. Ben rolled his eyes back and hung his head in silent commiseration.

“But at least we get cake,” he said.

“There is that, yes.” She laughed softly and turned on her computer.

Her phone chimed as Ben backed out of the doorway. A text message from her phone service company telling her how much they’d deduct from her account. She went back to the home screen and noticed two unread personal emails.

She’d been on an unsubscribe kick, but the emails kept pouring in. It drove her mad, because she couldn’t just ignore them. Unread emails were like someone repeatedly tapping on her head until she took care of them.

The first was from a company she’d never heard of, advertising a fat burner. The second was from Big Dick Escort Service.

Her brow furrowed as she clicked into it. Maybe Ethan had decided he wanted her to pay after all. When she read through it, though, her frown increased. It looked like a confirmation of an appointment, but under the description of services, it was blank. Provider was Ethan. Time was “high noon.”

“What is this?” she mumbled, looking over it again. No location was noted. In fact, there were no other details whatsoever.

Shaking her head, she deleted it. It was probably some sort of systems hiccup related to the previous night.

She set the phone down and clicked into her work email on her computer. Among the work-related messages, a few birthday wishes had come in from her friends and family. All very nice, but…

Delete.

She wasted no time getting to work, tackling problems with added gusto so she wouldn’t have time to think about Ethan, his sexy green eyes, and his gorgeous smile. So she wouldn’t think of how he’d backed away from their hug last night, almost like he’d feared she would try to accost him again.

She almost had. It was good he’d gone off running.

Tell him what you want.

She wanted the same thing that all the girls probably wanted. Him. What made her different?

Time flew by in a rush with, thankfully, very few interruptions. Before she knew it, lunchtime was creeping up on her. She’d need to either go out and get lunch, or have something delivered.

As she was thinking over the options, a shape filled her doorway.

More birthday wishes, no doubt. She’d been fending them off all morning.

“Yes?” She glanced up.

Ethan stood there in a red Hawaiian shirt and bright turquoise trousers. His face was clean-shaven, showing a little dimple in his left cheek that she hadn’t noticed before.

Her stomach flip-flopped and her tongue knotted. “Huu.” It was more a grunt than anything, and not close enough to hi to get the point across.

“Hello Kick-Ass Lady.” He smiled, something that would make Cupid sing, before sauntering into the room.

“Hi,” she managed, quickly standing up. Her desk bumped forward and the pens in her pen holder wobbled.

“You’re in flats again today.”

She glanced down. Yes, she was. Huh. She honestly hadn’t noticed—she’d just slipped on shoes and walked out the door.

Strange.

Even stranger was that they were pink, a blatant mismatch with her red pantsuit.

“I look ridiculous,” she blurted. Clearly her subconscious had been in charge of dressing her. And her subconscious was color-blind.

“You pull it off marvelously.” He walked around the desk slowly, his movements full of smooth confidence. His eyes tracked her, glimmering with passion and lust.

Her core tightened painfully; she was already wet and ready for him. “The— Thank you,” she said.

“Of course. Did you get my email?”

She cleared her throat as he stopped too close, his heat lapping at her. His smell, cologne and clean cotton, dizzied her mind. “No,” she whispered, wanting to fall into him.

“No? The reservation of my last gig?”

“Wh-what?” she said, having a hard time thinking. And speaking.

“This is my very last gig for BD.” His voice was deep and slow. “For your birthday, I’m going to give you a free service. After that, I’ve told the guys that I won’t be working there anymore. I’m done.”

“You’re quitting?”

“After this, yes.”

“And…” She tried to look away from his entrancing eyes, wanting to run away and step forward at the same time. Feeling like she was on a great precipice, only needing a push until she went careening and lost control entirely. “What’s this gig?”

“I’m going to go down on you. Right here in your office. Happy birthday.”

Her breath got stuck in her throat and all the saliva dried up in her mouth. The distinctly female parts of her roared.

“But that’s crazy,” she managed, despite a tongue suddenly three sizes too big for her mouth.

“Yes. All of this is crazy. The way I feel about you after such a short time, the never-ending loop of Kaylee thoughts inside my head, my desire to overhaul my life so it’s something you’d be comfortable partaking in, thoughts of a future together…all of it. And I’m going to ride it like I insist everyone else ride it when I give them a horrible surprise. It starts now. By the end of today, you’ll either love your birthday, or you’ll hate it. That goes double for me.”

All she could do was stare up at him, soaking in those words. Yes, it was crazy. Totally crazy. They’d known each other for a week. Not even, because she hadn’t met him until later in the evening last Friday. For him to be talking about the possibility of a future…

Well, she couldn’t process it. She opened her mouth to say so, but nothing would come out.

“Here we go.” He smiled, and it was the first time she’d ever seen him nervous.

He sauntered across the room before peeking out and looking in the direction of her assistant’s desk. “I need to speak to Kaylee about an important issue. I’d prefer that we not be disturbed.”

“Wha— Oh,” Kaylee heard. “Okay, sure. I’ll just… Yes. I’ll head everyone off…” Her assistant’s voice was wispy. Kaylee knew exactly how she felt.

Ethan shut the door with a soft click before turning the lock. He pulled the string to close the blinds.

A hum settled deep in her body, arousal so intense it was draining the blood from her head to fuel it. Thought had already been laborious, but now it fled completely.

“As your service provider, I must ask: would you like to be kissed, or just get to business?” He stopped in front of her and rested his hands on her upper arms.

“Is kissing extra?” she asked with bated breath, going along with it. What else could she do? He’d wrapped her up in need for him that first night. It had only gotten more intense since.

“Not at all.” His hands slid up to lightly hold her jaw as his head came down.

His lips grazed hers and a zip of desire ran the length of her body. She sucked in a breath as his lips trailed along her jaw before lightly sucking in her earlobe.

“How long do we have?” he asked. His hot breath fell across her skin, making her heart hammer.

She had no idea. Time had started to melt away. And with it, all deadlines and work in progress.

“We’ll do the regular version for now, shall we?” he asked, and she felt his smile against her cheek.

His lips connected with hers again. He sucked in her bottom lip before nibbling, teasing her.

“How about touching?” he murmured into the kiss. “Do you want touching?”

“Touching is good, yes.” She moaned as his hands covered her breasts. “Touching, kneading, sucking—all of those things are good.”

His chuckle was deep and dark, and his hands continued their downward path. “I’ve been looking forward to this,” he said, and his kiss deepened.

Her mind went blank. She couldn’t form words, so her admission that she’d been craving this all week came out as a moan of desire. His tongue flirted with hers, still teasing, but taking on the urgency surging through her.

One of his hands applied firm pressure on her inner thigh before sliding upward to her apex.

Oh my God, am I really doing this? At work?!

His fingers slid between her legs and stopped on her nub, kneading through her trousers.

“Ohh,” she sighed.

Yes, she was. She was really doing this at work.

He rubbed as he kissed, building an incredible tightness in her body. She clutched his muscular shoulders and lost herself in the feel of him. In his expert touch.

“I’m so glad to have met you, Kaylee,” he said as he unhooked the clasp on her pants before unzipping.

Her affirmation that she was glad as well was lost in his lips. In his hot mouth.

Air accosted her wetness as he slid her pants and panties down at the same time. Moaning again, she scrambled up on the desk to give him access. She didn’t give a damn where she was in that moment. Or that her bare butt had scattered papers and pens across her well-organized desk. All she wanted was him between her thighs, hard and fast and deep.

His hands found the backs of her knees and he pushed her legs up into an incredibly awkward position. She didn’t even notice.

He bent to her. His tongue left a wet, hot trail on an inner thigh, leading to her sex. He sucked in her skin, right next to where she needed his mouth. There was a pop when he released her, the bite of pain quickly overcome by the pleasure of him running his tongue along the other side. He sucked her skin in again.

After that pop, his mouth disappeared for a moment, and she held her breath and closed her eyes in anticipation. His tongue glided up her slit before he sucked in her clit.

Pleasure flooded her body. Color danced behind her closed eyes. She arched back, moaning much louder than she probably should in her office at work. The suction took on a fast pace, winding her up and applying the most exquisite sort of pressure.

She writhed, pumping up her hips in time to the suction. His fingers plunged into her.

“Oh shit!” she said, her body going taut. “Oh God. Oh Ethan.” His mouth backed off so his tongue and fingers could work in tandem before he went back to sucking.

She couldn’t get enough air. Her body was in agony, begging for release.

She grabbed fistfuls of his hair and pulled, hearing a low moan in response. His fingers continued to work her, his mouth driving her to the edge of madness.

“Yes, Ethan,” she exalted, on the edge. Almost there. “Yes!”

Her toes curled and her stomach twisted as every muscle tightened. As she hit the edge and—

“Oh!” An orgasm tore through her, and she exploded in pleasure. She slapped her hands on the desk. “Hmm, Ethan,” she said as she came down. She shuddered with an aftershock. “I would pay good money for that.”

He lightly kissed the insides of her spread thighs. “You’ll never have to.” He straightened up and pulled her into his arms. “I want to make love to you so badly, but first I have to turn in my resignation.” He angled her face up. “Even more beautiful, with the flushed face and satisfied smile. I can’t wait to worship you.”

“When will that be?” she asked, half-naked in her office and not at all caring. It was Ethan’s fault—in such a short time, she’d learned to roll with his weird.

“After work. I’ll pick you up at your house at…”

“Six. What should I wear?”

“We’ll be going to an untraditional five-star restaurant. Dress casual.” He hugged her tightly. “See you tonight. Happy birthday. Do you want a cake?”

“No. I hate cake.”

He laughed like that was a grand joke. “Okay, then. I’ll improvise.”

And with that, he was gone, opening the door and leaving before she’d even gotten dressed. “Oh shit!” Thankfully, he had closed the door behind him. She quickly pulled on her pants, her mind now stuck on what was in store for her. Knowing him, it was a night she’d never forget.