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  Chapter Four

  Jeanine strode into Adar’s office, the Tiger Tech file folder in her hands. “We have five minutes before your next meeting.” She stopped, his black leather chair empty, his mahogany desk clear.

  The door swung closed behind her. “Then we have no time to waste.” Adar turned the lock with a decisive click, his eyes gleaming. “Bend over and place your hands on the desk, kitten.”

  A tremor ran through her, and her nipples tightened, the taut peaks straining against the soft silk of her blouse. Jeanine set the file folder carefully on the desk and complied with her boss’s orders, laying her cheek on the cool wooden surface, her ass sticking in the air, her body exposed, open to him.

  He stalked behind her, his shoes silent on the carpet, and he ran his hands up her thighs, raising the hem of her skirt. Cool air wafted against her ass, panties deemed unnecessary in the office.

  “Wider.” Adar kicked her feet apart, widening her stance, his dominance exciting her. She was in his territory now, at his mercy, and her leopard mate had no mercy, the big cat known for his ruthlessness.

  “Beautiful,” he purred. Jeanine quivered as he stroked his rough index finger along her folds. “You’re dripping for me, mate.” Adar caressed her, drawing more moisture from her primed body. His cologne filled her nostrils and his body heat warmed her, her senses under his seductive siege. “If we had ten minutes, I’d suck you dry.”

  “We don’t have ten minutes.” Jeanine sighed, undulating on the desk, as her boss played with her pussy. His fingers danced over her clit and circled her entrance, teasing her, tormenting her. It was his right. Between nine and five, he owned her body. He owned her.

  And she loved him for it. Adar pushed his finger inside her, skimmed along her inner walls, and she panted, struggling to contain her arousal, aware that her new coworkers sat directly outside their CEO’s office.

  He pumped her hard twice and added a finger, stretching her open. She clenched and unclenched around his fingers, issuing a silent challenge she knew Adar couldn’t resist.

  “Naughty kitten.” He extracted his fingers with a juicy pop. “Look at me.” She glanced over her shoulders. “If we had five more minutes, I’d do this to your pussy.” Adar slowly licked his glistening fingers clean. Spots shimmered across his tanned cheeks, his animal prowling close to the surface.

  “We don’t have five more minutes.” She wiggled, impatient for his cock. “You said this meeting was important.” And he wants me to attend. A warmth spread across Jeanine’s chest, a sense of belonging she only felt with him. I love him. “We shouldn’t be late.”

  “Yes, we shouldn’t be late.” Adar scowled. He unzipped, and his black dress pants fell around his scarred knees, his hard cock springing loose, as wild as the male it belonged to. She sucked in her breath, stiffening her body, as he prodded at her entrance.

  He curled his fingers around her hips and pushed deep inside her. She closed her eyes, savoring the slide of his broad cockhead in her tight pussy, the delicious fullness, the slight pinch of pulled skin.

  “Gods,” Jeanine moaned, unable to hold back, the connection unmatched.

  “Shhh…” Adar chuckled, his base pressing against her pussy lips, and her face heated. She’d forgotten about his employees. He pulled out and slammed back into her, shaking her body.

  Jeanine bit her bottom lip, swallowing her gasps as Adar rode her hard, slamming his hips against her ass, pushing her thighs into the edge of the desk, the dull pain heightening her arousal. Her legs shook, passion rising quickly, as unstoppable as the male behind her.

  Adar’s crisp clean suit jacket flapped against her skin as he moved, thrusting again and again and again, fucking her, his assistant, in the office he held client meetings in. Jeanine tilted into each drive forward, taking him deeper, striving to please him, her boss, her mate, her love.

  Everything inside of her tightened, her pussy closing around his cock, holding onto him as he held onto her, his claws pricking her hips. “Adar,” she whispered, her pitch high, needy. She couldn’t suppress her cries. She couldn’t. She’d --

  Adar cupped her mouth, smothering her screams and she broke, writhing, bucking, forcing him over the edge with her. He threw back his head and roared, the sound rattling the windows. Hot jets of cum filled her pussy, spurring another round of soul-shaking tremors.

  He thrust once, twice more and collapsed, flattening her against the desk, his chest covering her back, their skin frustratingly separated by their layers of clothing. Jeanine pressed a grateful kiss into his palm, and he removed his hand.

  “I’ll say you were frustrated with a contract,” she murmured. “That’s why you roared.”

  “They won’t believe you.” Adar groaned and straightened, Jeanine immediately missing his comforting weight and seductive heat. “That was clearly a roar of extreme sexual satisfaction.” He pulled up his pants, fastened them, and tucked his shirt in. A smug smile softened his grim lips.

  Jeanine narrowed her eyes. “Did you mean to roar?” Adar was known for his control. She pushed away from the desk.

  “Hold still.” He crouched behind her and licked the trails of cum dripping down her legs. Jeanine shuddered, his tongue stimulatingly rough. “Better.” Adar lowered her skirt and smoothed the fabric over her ass. “And yes.” He leaned closer, his lips pressing against her right earlobe. “I meant to roar, love.”

  “Love?” she repeated, dazed. Does he love me? Hope blossomed inside her.

  “Yes, love. I love you.” Adar handed her the Tiger Tech file as though he hadn’t just tilted her world. “We’re late.” He brushed one of his hands over her hair, grooming her, restoring her cold brittle perfection as he’d once called it. “Come on.” He pushed her forward, his palm resting possessively on the small of her back.

  “You love me.” She unlocked the door and floated toward the main boardroom, her feet so light, she didn’t feel the floor. Thankfully no one waited outside Adar’s office, desks eerily empty, but Jeanine barely registered the absence of her coworkers because Adar loved her. He loves me. She hugged the file folder to her chest.

  “Let me open the door for you.” Adar raised his voice, and she frowned, jarred from her reverie. Why is he shouting? He swung the door open.

  “Surprise!”

  Shocked, Jeanine jumped back, instinctively seeking the safety of Adar’s body. He hooked an arm around her waist and splayed his fingers over her stomach, holding her to him.

  “A good surprise,” he rumbled. All of her new coworkers faced her, smiling and laughing and issuing congratulations for joining the company. Streamers and balloons decorated the normally professional boardroom. At one end of the table was a huge white slab cake with “Welcome to Adar Capital” scrawled in yellow icing across the top.

  Jeanine covered her mouth with her hands, unable to believe her eyes. She had a mate who loved her, and she’d been included in a party, her party. She belonged. “I thought you didn’t have parties.” She gazed up at Adar, blinking back tears of joy.

  Red streaked across Adar’s scarred cheeks. “We do now.” His voice was husky.

  Cynthia Sax

  Cynthia Sax lives in a world where demons aren’t all bad, angels aren’t all good, and magic happens every single day. Although her heroes may not always say, “I love you,” they will do anything for the women they love. They live passionately. They fight fiercely. They love the same women forever.

  Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself up to the joys and pains of research. He receives a daily briefing on what every character is doing. You can also learn what Cynthia Sax’s characters are doing by visiting her website at www.CynthiaSax.com or emailing her directly at [email protected].

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