Keeping my head down and focused on my work, is what is getting me through this day. Not only is my body ramped up and feeling like a million nerve endings cover every inch of it, but Jordan has been over to talk to me every hour on the hour. There is absolutely no sneaking away from him today, and if he leans his ass against my desk, and drags his finger down my arm one more time I might scream.

My phone’s alarm goes off and I quickly stop it, letting out a sigh. I didn’t want to be caught up in my work and miss five o’clock today, so I set an alarm for myself. I go about closing down my computer and cleaning up my desk when a shadow appears, again.

“Have you thought anymore about what I mentioned, Kinsley?” Jordan asks, his finger gently gliding up and down my arm. I grind my teeth together, trying to keep from yelling at him and getting fired. “I told my wife all about you, described you and she’s extremely interested,” he murmurs. He keeps his voice low because the office is still full of people.

I shake my head. “I have a boyfriend, we’re very monogamous,” I say, before sucking in a breath and holding it in.

I just want him to go away, to leave me alone. He doesn’t though. He stays planted against my desk, his finger continuing to touch my arm.

“That’s too bad. I thought that you liked your job here. I’d hate for you to lose it, and lose your boyfriend all at the same time,” he says, then makes a tsking sound.

My head turns to the side and my eyes shoot up to his. “Why would I lose my boyfriend?” I demand.

I know he’s definitely the type of man that would find a reason to fire me and make it look legitimate. But I’m curious as to how he’d ruin my relationship with Heath, or at least, how he would try.

Jordan grins. “Oh, I’m sure I could find some very interesting ways, Kinsley. Now, Friday night, I expect you ready to fuck.”

He stands and walks away from me, my heart racing with each step he takes. My hands shaking at the thought of what he could attempt. I grab my purse from its spot in the bottom of my drawer and hurry out of the office. I need to get home, and feel safe again, with Heath.

My hands shake the entire drive home. Once I pull into the driveway, I inhale a deep cleansing breath before I release it. Taking my purse from the passenger seat, I unfold from the car, and hurry inside. I don’t know if that asshole is watching me, or not, but I feel weird from his earlier statements.

The front door is unlocked when I turn the knob, and I’m glad for it, because I don’t have a key, yet. I expect to see Heath in the living room but he isn’t there. In fact, I don’t see him anywhere.

I listen for a noise to alert me to which room he’s in but I don’t hear one. Then, there’s a pounding sound, that comes from outside and my heart ramps back up, but for a different reason—he’s outside working out.

My feet carry me quickly out to the backyard and I freeze once I’m outside. Heath is shirtless, wearing only low slung sweatpants and there’s sweat dripping down the center of his back as he punches the weight bag in front of him.

Pressing my thighs together, I try not to moan, but I can’t help myself—he looks that good. He pauses then turns his head to look over his shoulder at me. He lifts his chin and I walk toward him. His hair is hanging down, wet with sweat, as is his face, and my entire body shivers at the sight.

“Gimme a kiss, Sugar,” he rasps when I’m close enough to touch him.

Rising on my toes I press my lips against his in a short kiss. “Why don’t you go in and take a bath or something. How about some pizza tonight to go with our movie?” he asks.

I had completely forgotten about our relaxing dinner and a movie. I practically squeal at his suggestion of a bath. “That sounds amazing,” I breathe.

He winks, “What kind of pizza do you want, Sugar?”

I quickly rattle off my pizza order and his hand smacks my ass when I’m finished and he tells me to hurry and go take my bath.

“Kinsley, Sugar,” he calls out as I step through the sliding glass back door. I pause and turn around to look at him. “No clothes when you come back down, yeah?”

My eyes travel up to his and he winks, again, a smirk on his lips. “Okay, Heath,” I exhale.

Closing the door behind me, I make my way toward the master bedroom and then into the adjoining bathroom. Starting the bath I think about his request, his requests actually over the last few days. It seems like I’m constantly naked around this house, and he’s said he can’t wait to keep me here with him.

I frown, maybe he’s into the slave/master thing. I bite my bottom lip thinking about that, if it’s what we already have, I’m not sure I even care to question it. I feel beautiful when I’m naked with him. He makes me feel absolutely stunning in my own skin, can I really question that, or the motive behind it?

Shaking my head, I dip my toe to test the water. Climbing inside I sink down, moaning as the warm water soothes my aches. No, I can’t question anything about the way he makes me feel. I love it too much.

If Heath wants to look ,and touch me, while we’re alone in our own home, then I’m perfectly fine with that. I giggle, our home, I can’t believe that I’m actually living with him. It all feels like a perfect fast paced, dream.

I finish beating the bag in front of me before I grab for my jump rope. I already ran on my treadmill before Kinsley came home and flipped the tire in my yard. I was hoping to be completely finished with my work out before she walked through the door but I didn’t quite make it.

Once I’m done, I grab my cell phone and quickly enter the online order for our pizzas. Kinsley likes Canadian bacon, pepperoni, green bell pepper and olive on her pie. I shake my head, I’m a meat lovers kinda guy myself and no way in fuck do I want olives and bell peppers disgracing my pizza.

When the order is complete, I walk into the guest bathroom and decide to shower in there. I don’t want to bother Kinsley’s bath. She has to be sore and exhausted.

Eventually, her body will get used to my demands, but I could tell that it’s taking a little toll on her. Another reason she should quit her job, she’s fucking tired.

Once I’m showered, I wrap the towel around my waist and make my way into our bedroom. Kinsley has the door open, and I try to resist, but I can’t. Peeking inside, I see her lying in the tub, her tits floating just at the top of the water and I groan at the sight of her.

She turns her head and opens an eye, then smiles. “Hey, Honey,” she whispers.

“Pizza’ll be here in ten,” I softly tell her.

She nods, her eyes glancing down to my hips, then back up to my face. “Okay, I’ll be out in a minute, meet you downstairs?”

I think about her words and I shake my head. “We’ll eat in bed, you look beat, Sugar.”

She frowns, and something I can’t quite read crosses over her face before it disappears. “Long day at work, I’m ready for it to be Friday,” she sighs.

I open my mouth to tell her about my parents coming over but the doorbell interrupts me. Leaving the towel around my waist, I hurry downstairs.

I’ve already paid and tipped online so I open the door and take the pizza from the driver with an offered thanks before I close and lock it. Shutting down the rest of the house, I grab a couple of waters from the fridge, and make my way back upstairs.

When I walk into the bedroom, my breath hitches. Kinsley is on her side of the bed, her back propped up against some pillows and the headboard. Her black hair is down and around her elbows, messy and sexy as fuck, her skin is pink from the warm bath water and she’s completely naked. She looks like every fantasy I’ve ever had in my entire life, and she’s mine.