As if my day couldn’t get any worse. My new boss decided I needed to stay late and re-file everything that the girl before me ever touched. Apparently, she didn’t know the alphabet very well.

I let out a sigh as I pull into my driveway at ten o’clock, in the evening.

When I was hired by this attorney. I didn’t think that I would be spending this many hours in the office. I figured, as a secretary, I would be the first to leave.

Unfortunately, my boss is very demanding, and his eyes extremely roaming. I try to ignore his obvious gazes, and smirks, along with his little touches, but after tonight I don’t think I can anymore. Not only did he demand I finish the re-filing, he insisted on staying in the office with me, as a safety precaution.

He was nice enough to walk me to my car, but then he kissed me. I didn’t know what to do. I accepted the kiss but didn’t encourage it. Now, as I drive home, I know what I need to do. I need to quit, but I have to have something lined up. I have absolutely zero saved in the bank. So, I’ll play nice until I can get the fuck out of this job.

Why do I keep picking the worst fucking places to work?

I pass by Heath’s house and I cringe. It’s dark inside, and he made it clear he wanted me to come by when I got home, but I’m not in the mood. He’s another thing I’m not so sure about.

When I was with him last night, it all seemed so right. I didn’t even care that it was really slutty of me, but now that I’ve had time to think about it all day long, I don’t know him.

I don’t know anything about him and he’s trying to claim me as his own, he’s not even concerned with preventing a pregnancy. In fact, I think he wants it. That scares me—he scares me. The way I completely let him do whatever he wanted to me, the way I let him inside of me—terrifies me.

Pulling into my garage, I close the door behind me before I open my car door and step out. I walk into the house, throwing my purse on my kitchen counter, then take myself to my room. I didn’t eat tonight, and the idea of food this late just makes my stomach ache.

Walking into my room, I flip the light on as I kick my shoes off. Untying the tie that holds my wrap dress closed, I slip it off of my shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

“Fucking beautiful,” a deep voice clips.

I suck in a breath, my eyes going directly to my bed before I let out a sigh. It’s Heath, sitting in my bed, his back against my wrought iron headboard. “Why are you here? How did you get in?” I ask, my voice shaking.

He smirks, it’s cocky as shit, and I have the urge to kiss the look off of him. Then I have the urge to lick his entire body. I hate that as soon as I see him, all rational thoughts escape me, and my libido completely takes over.

Heath throws his legs over the side of the bed, planting his feet on the floor, standing tall and begins to walk toward me. He’s wearing blue jeans that hug his thighs and hang perfectly low on his hips. His shirt is tight, and I can see the outline of his abs beneath the soft cotton. His dark hair hangs slightly in his face and his golden flecked eyes almost burn as he closes the distance between us.

I suck in a breath as he lifts his hand and cups my cheek. “Where have you been?” he asks softly. His eyes aren’t as gentle as his voice, his gaze is hard and focused as he looks down at me.

“Work,” I breathe.

He shakes his head once. “Where do you work, Sugar?”

“An attorney’s office. I’m his secretary,” I exhale.

Heath shakes his head once, his thumb running along my bottom lip. “Until ten?” he asks.

I open my mouth slightly, licking his thumb, before sucking it between my lips. Nodding, I place my hand on his lower stomach, moving it beneath his shirt, to feel the warmth of his skin against my palm.

Heath’s eyes darken, and I almost laugh. Except, the only thing I want to do is take him inside of my mouth. Releasing his thumb, I slowly sink to my knees. I unbutton his jeans, tugging down the zipper before I pull them down his legs, along with his boxers.

I’m unable to hold the moan in when Kinsley frees my cock. I twist my fingers in the back of her hair, pulling her closer to me. “Suck, Sugar,” I growl.

Kinsley’s lips twitch in a small smile but she doesn’t do what I demand. “You’re going to tell me what you’re up to, Heath,” she whispers before her tongue snakes out and she licks the head of my dick.

“Hmmm,” I hum, my fingers tightening in her soft hair.

She kisses the tip of my cock, her big brown eyes looking up at me from her place on her knees, at my feet, like a fucking goddess. “Why don’t you care if you protect me against pregnancy? You don’t even know me,” she demands. It’s cute as fuck too, the way she thinks she’s getting some kind of complex answer from me.

“Open your mouth and I’ll tell you,” I grunt.

Without hesitation she opens her pretty little mouth for me. I sink my cock as far down her throat as I can, closing my eyes as her wet heat envelops me. My entire body trembles, and it takes everything inside of me to open my eyes and talk to her.

I slowly and shallowly fuck her mouth as I begin to talk to her. “You’re mine. I have never wanted to claim a woman before, Kinsley. I’m claiming you. All of you, Sugar.”

My breathing turns into panting as I continue to fuck her mouth. Her eyes water but I don’t know if it’s from my words or my dick. I’m so fucking close that I can’t stop. “You’re mine, Kinsley. I’m keeping you, Sugar.”

My last word comes out on a roar as my come fills her mouth, sliding down her throat. Kinsley’s brown eyes widen, and I watch as she swallows every single drop of my cum, like the absolute perfect woman she is.

I release her hair, stepping out of my pants, before I take a step back. Lifting my arm, I grab my shirt from between my shoulders and I pull it off tossing it on top of my other clothes.

“You’re keeping me?” she rasps.

My eyes snap down to Kinsley, still on her knees. Holding my hand out, palm up, I watch as she slips her hand in my own and I tug her up on her feet.

“I am.”

I watch as her face heats, making my cock twitch. “I don’t know what that means, or what to do with that,” she murmurs.

Reaching out to her, I wrap my hand around her waist and tug her against my chest. Leaning down, I run my nose alongside of her own. “That means, you’re mine, Kinsley. No more working until ten, no more living alone in this postage stamp house. No more having to worry about a damn thing,” I rasp.

“That’s,” she lifts her hands and presses them against my chest. “That’s crazy, Heath.”

I chuckle, completely understanding what she means, because it is fucking crazy. “I know,” I smile. “Doesn’t make it less true.”

“I’m still working,” she grins.

I shake my head. “You’re moving in with me, and you’re quitting sooner than you think. But I’m not unreasonable. You move in with me, then I’ll take that for now.”

“This is insane,” she breathes.

Leaning down, I pick her up and throw her on her bed, crawling up her body. “It’s insane, but it’s fucking happening,” he chuckles.

Her soft hands cup my cheeks, as I lean down and brush her lips with my own. “It’s happening,” she grins.

I run my nose alongside of hers, my smile uncontainable. “Fuck yes, Sugar.”