“Sit a moment.”

  She pauses, then lowers herself to the sofa. Our knees brush. That zing of electricity sparks between us. She gasps. It’s my opening.

  I take her hands in mine. Go for it, Dahl.

  “Wren, I’m going to be honest with you,” I start and wait for her eyes to meet mine. “I know you are my social assistant and company policy forbids a personal relationship between a manager and a subordinate. But I can’t help my attraction to you. It’s natural. Something I can’t stop. Something I don’t want to stop.”

  I pause to gauge her reaction. She remains still.

  “You feel it too. Don’t you?”

  She hesitates, then nods. I cock an eyebrow.

  “Yes, Mr. Dahl, sir.”

  I shake my head.

  “Tag, Wren, call me Tag.”

  “Yes, Tag.”

  “I propose you end your employment contract with Larson—”

  She sucks in a breath and frees her hands from mine. Shaking my head, I grab them back before she stands.

  “Let me finish,” I say, and she stills. “I propose you end your employment contract with Larson Enterprises and sign an independent contractor agreement with me. The only changes would be the elimination of the non-fraternization and sixty-day trial clauses and an increase in your pay to allow for health insurance coverage. The agreement would include the condo too.”

  My fated mate purses her lips.

  “That office you gushed about would be your office. And when I need to entertain guests for dinners and such as you think makes sense for my social endeavors, you can host the events here. Until you find a place you prefer, you live here too. It’s a win-win situation. You maintain your independence with a generous package and a place to live and I keep my social assistant with no barriers to us exploring our mutual attraction.”

  I squeeze her hands.

  “What do you think?”

  My fated mate studies my face. I keep an open expression, so she won’t find any deceit. She nods, then her eyes rove around the living room.

  My wolf senses pick up her increased heart rate and her excitement. I wait patiently, knowing she’ll accept my offer.

  She purrs.

  “Shall we begin?”

  CHAPTER 10

  Wren

  I fall into the dark green depths of Tag’s eyes as he stares at me with unabashed, blatant hunger. What a moment ago was a soothing rumble morphs into a carnal growl. Erotic energy swirls around us, replacing the zaps of electricity at our innocent touches. My heart races as he holds me in a sexual thrall.

  “Think carefully about teasing me, naughty girl.”

  “I wouldn’t dream of it, Sir.”

  Tag jumps from the sofa with an animalistic grace. His feral eyes focus on me. Seconds later, I hang upside-down over his shoulder. I squeal and wiggle to get free of his hold. A spank to my ass stills me.

  “Behave. Naughty. Girl,” he says punctuating each word with a spank.

  My pussy clenches. I moan wantonly.

  “Where are you taking me?” I pant.

  He jogs up the stairs two at a time. I bounce and grab his waist. His grip under my butt tightens.

  “To spread you out on the bed and feast on you for hours. If you’re a good little girl.”

  My pussy gushes. A long, low moan slips from my mouth.

  Oh, God!

  So filthy!

  So right.

  Perhaps I can be that good little girl in real life for Tag Dahl, after all. But will he accept my extra-curvy figure naked, like in my fantasies? My heart lurches at the thought he’ll wrinkle his nose in disgust like Jonathan’s neighbor or call me names like he did. I hope—

  “OWEE!! Wh—What was that for?”

  Tag’s palm rests on my stinging butt cheek. The heat from the spank radiates from the spot. The sting follows.

  “Stop thinking so hard, naughty girl.”

  I fly through the air. Arms and legs flail. With an oomph, I land amongst fluffy pillows on the king-size bed. I rise on my elbows and toss my hair out of my face. My eyes narrow on Tag, then half-mast at the sight of him stripping.

  He doesn’t say a word, just keeps his eyes locked on mine. The suit jacket drops from his broad shoulders. He tosses it to the sofa. Maintaining eye contact, he crouches and unties his shoes. He stands and toes them off. One knee after the other bends to remove the socks. He places gold cufflinks on the table and pulls the dress shirt from his trousers.

  I sit up, not wanting to miss the reveal of his chest. My teeth draw my lower lip into my mouth.

  He shakes his head and stalks towards me. He crawls from the foot of the bed up my body. I hold my breath. His thumb rests on my lower lip, then pulls it from between my teeth. He leans over and licks the plump flesh. I mewl.

  Eyes still on mine, he reverses his crawl and stands. His fingers loosen the silk tie. He tosses it over his shoulder towards the sofa. Neither of us bother to check where it landed. Slowly, methodically, he unbuttons his shirt. The sides flap open. I growl in disappointment at the white undershirt blocking my view. He chuckles wickedly.

  He grips it behind his neck and yanks the offensive garment over his head. The undershirt drifts to the floor. I’d say good riddance. But the air whooshes from my lungs, leaving me breathless.

  What I imagined being a muscular chest proves I’m not so creative. He’s magnificent. Carved like Adonis with his v cuts, eight-pack abs furrowed to perfection, and his chiseled pecs with paw-print tattoos on each one. Who would expect this serious man to have not one but two tattoos? A bad boy in disguise? I’ll take him. Thank you!

  Bulging biceps flex as he reaches for the leather belt at his narrow waist. I lean forward with my tongue hanging out in anticipation of his next reveal. Judging by the thick length along his thigh, he won’t disappoint.

  Again, he chuckles. The smirk on his face is well deserved. The pants drop to the floor. Outlined beneath black boxer briefs is a log. It twitches, and I jump. Fingers trace the length and circle the head. I blink to be sure I didn’t imagine the moisture on the boxer briefs near the tip of his cock. No, it’s there.

  Oh, God!

  My thighs press together as my core aches to be filled to the max by him.

  He tilts his head back with nostrils flared. His abs tighten as he inhales deeply. A growl slips from his mouth on the exhalation. Intense eyes flash.

  My fingers bunch the duvet, and my toes point when he strips the last article of clothing from his body. His ginormous cock springs free. It points directly at me. The tip glistens. My tongue darts out to lick my lips.

  I groan deep in my throat as he fists the base of his dick, strokes up, then tugs the plum-shaped head. More cream leaks from the slit. His sac swings like a pendulum.

  My eyes sweep across the muscular planes of this real-life Adonis. I hum my appreciation.

  “You like my body?”

  I nod vigorously, then add a few verbal yes, Sirs.

  “I like yours. Now, show me.”

  My jaw drops, flabbergasted.

  No. No. No. Me? Stand and strip for him? Ah, no.

  I switch my gaze to the floor-to-ceiling windows. Sunlight streams inside, bathing the room in brightness. Not even a shadow to hide my flaws. Never have Jonathan and I had sex in a room so lit up. It was at night with the blackout shades drawn and maybe a couple of flickering candles in the corner. This? No.

  So caught up in sheer panic, I don’t notice the bed shift as Tag sits beside me. I squeak when he cups my face and turns it towards him.

  “Wren, you are a beautiful female with a sinful body a man like me worships from your head to your toes. You’re my own lush playground. I want to lose myself in you. Bring you pleasures you never knew existed. Make you cum on my tongue, on my fingers, on my cock. Mark you in every way as mine. Do you understand?”

  Now, my jaw drops for another reason. To hear a man say such beautiful things amazes me. A man like Tag Dahl? Floors me.

  I study his face for any artifice. Only eyes full of honesty stare back at me. Even my heart warms as though he touched deep within me. Relief floods my overwrought system.

  On a sigh, I nod.

  He raises an eyebrow.

  The corners of my mouth lift as I respond verbally.

  “There’s My Sweet Girl. Now, strip so I can feast.”

  I scamper off the bed. Then yelp when he spanks my butt. I rub the spot as I glance over my shoulder. He winks and stretches out on the bed with his cock tall like a flagpole. My mouth waters. I forget my body issues and the sting.

  With a deep breath, I draw on my inner vixen and put on what I hope is a sexy striptease. My prayers are answered. When my black silk thong lands atop the matching bra and my dress, Tag throws his head back and howls. His eyes land on me full of savage hunger.

  Once again, he sounds more wild animal than a man.

  I shiver. Goosebumps spread over my exposed skin. At the same time, red-hot sparks skitter across my body, igniting white-hot passion. Nipples pucker and core clenches. Slick coats my inner thighs. My arousal wafts to my nose. The musky scent makes me wetter. Needier. A whine rises in the back of my throat.

  “Come to me, mate.”

  My knees turn to jelly at Tag’s guttural command. Quick as lightning, he leaps from the bed and catches me. Powerful arms carry me to the bed. He uses his knees to reach the center and lays me down. He stares at me with a sensual, possessive, fierce expression. An internal furnace heats me up.

  I cup his stubbled cheek. My thumb brushes across his full lips. He sucks it into his mouth and nips the tip. I gasp as erotic tingles shoot up my arm. Then moan as he trails open-mouthed kisses in their wake. My eyes flutter close.

  A shudder rolls over me when he reaches the sensitive juncture of my shoulder and neck. He pauses and licks the spot. I angle my head to give him better access. He growls his approval. Warm moisture trickles down my back. He jerks his head away and sits up. My eyes snap open.

  “Tag? Are you all right?”

  With his face averted, he answers a gruff yes.

  I ache to see him and take his face between both hands. He lets me turn his head. I sit up and kiss the closed eyelids. His ragged breath tickles my neck. I kiss every inch of his handsome face. But he remains rigid. My hands glide to his tense shoulders and knead them as I brush my lips over his closed mouth.

  “Fuck, Wren.”

  He bands his arms around me and rolls me beneath him. His enormous body covers me. It blankets me in his heat. His mouth devours mine. He swallows my moans while groans of his own fill my ears. He kisses me breathless, then presses his forehead to mine.

  “Tell me yes, Wren. Just say yes, baby. Please.”

  His eyes filled with anguish and yearning plead with me.

  I don’t know what he wants me to say yes to. But at this point, I’ll give this man whatever he wants. He’s treated me better than anyone since my parents. No judgement. No disappointment. No disgust. Instead, he’s cared for me, considered my needs, and provided solutions. And the attraction? I feel it as intensely as he does. I yearn for him too.

  “Yes, Tag, yes, yes, yes.”

  “Oh, gods,” he groans as his eyes squeeze shut.

  I press kisses to his face and murmur soothing words as I caress his back.

  His eyes open. A wild glow rises from their dark green depths.

  “I really need you, baby. Bare, with nothing between us. I need to take you rough now. After, I’ll be gentle. I promise. Okay?”

  “Yes.”

  He growls.

  His knee wedges between my legs. Eagerly, I spread them. A finger strokes my soaked seam. He growls and fists his cock. The head slips along my lower lips, collecting the juices. His hips snap back and surge forward. His tremendous girth breaches my folds. I keen from the thick invasion. His tip hits my cervix. I buck.

  “Hold on to me, baby.”

  I wrap around him like a monkey, all arms and legs.

  He planks above me on his toes with one hand around my waist and the other gripping the headboard. I don’t know what to make of the position until he starts to move. And by God does he.

  Thrusts like a speeding locomotive pound me into the mattress. He withdraws to his tip and slams back in. Our groins crash. Skin slaps against skin. His sac smacks the underside of my butt cheeks. He’s raw and single-minded.

  I love it!

  I scream his name as a toe-curling orgasm takes me by surprise. The first I ever had with penetration. Already Tag gives me pleasure I never knew existed. Another one rolls on its heels. Turning the aftershocks into never-ending electrical currents. I cry out, thrashing my head from side to side. My inner walls clamp on his magical cock, greedily wanting more.

  He bellows. His grueling pace increases. The headboard slams against the wall. Our bodies—slick with sweat—slip and slide with his forceful thrusts. His grunts and growls fill the room. The scent of primal sex surrounds us. It’s animalistic fucking.

  I hiss from the stretch and burn of his ginormous cock in my tight pussy. It hurts oh so good. Then his cock swells. It grows impossibly larger. I moan as it drives deeper into my ravaged core.

  Without stopping, he takes my hands and raises them above my head. Palms press to the headboard. He twines our fingers and buries his face in my neck. Sharp teeth graze my throat. My back bows from the bed. Every cell in my body explodes from carnal desire. I want this man to possess me.

  “YES!!!”

  I scream without being asked a question. My body knows an answer is due.

  Tag roars.

  His mouth leaves my neck. He rears back on his haunches, yanking me with him. I straddle his muscular thighs. He grips the back of my neck with one hand and wraps the other arm around my waist. Securing me to his body. He pumps up into me once, twice, then slams me down. He grinds against me, burrowing his dick to the root. Like a geyser, his cock spurts his release in a series of scorching spasms.

  Another orgasm blows my mind. I throw my head back and cry out in wild abandon.

  Tag

  Fuck. Me.

  First, I call her mate.

  Then, I almost issue the claiming bite. Not once. But twice in only round one of making love.

  Wren drives me to lose all control.

  My wolf roared in frustration when I held back. Hell, I roared along with him. The urge so strong to make her mine nearly undid me.

  But I need her permission. And she needs to understand what it all means, including the risks. Not to mention Jagger will lose his shit if I claim Wren unbeknownst to her.

  I scrub a hand down my face and peer at her between the fingers.

  She lies sated, blissfully unaware of my inner turmoil. Her cheeks flushed and lips kiss swollen. Her tousled hair spreads out on the pillow. I have the most gorgeous fated mate. And she doubts her beauty. That dumb fuck Jonathan. But if he hadn’t been a moron, I may never have met my fated mate.

  She’s agreed to my proposal, told me yes without knowing what I wanted, and most of all, she trusts me.

  I will not allow a lack of self-control to ruin us before we even get started. I have time. No. We have time. And I won’t muck it up.

  CHAPTER 11

  Wren

  “That’ll do it. You’re officially an independent contractor specializing in social engagements and event planning with me as your first client. Congratulations, Wren!”

  Tag grins and hands me the countersigned agreement and my corporation documents.

  In less than twenty-four hours, he arranged for Larson Enterprises’ legal department to write up and to file the necessary paperwork. He’s determined to get me situated quickly.

  Which is why we’re in his office with the head of the department on a Saturday afternoon. I’m sure she’d rather spend her weekend doing something more fun than explaining legalese to me.

  I smile at her gratefully, then turn my gaze to Tag.

  “Thank you. Thank you both so much. This is beyond exciting!”

  “You’re welcome and good luck to you, Wren,” she says and turns to Tag. “If you don’t require any further assistance, I’ll take my leave.”

  “No. Thank you.”

  She smiles and leaves.

  As I watch, the glass wall darkens. I turn to Tag.

  He’s staring at me with hooded eyes filled with carnal desire. I shiver as he rises and takes my hand.

  Wordlessly, he leads me to the conference table, places my palms on its surface, pulls my hips back to lengthen my torso over the table, and flips my dress up. He kicks my legs to spread them. I oblige and widen my stance. His hands caress my butt cheeks bare since I don’t have any panties on.

  Automatically, my back arches and lifts my butt higher into his hands.

  He growls in appreciation, then squeezes each mound and pulls them apart. His growl deepens as he stares at my exposed rear.

  My head jerks around.

  His flashing eyes lift to mine.

  “I will claim each of your holes, including your ass. But not today. You must build up the ability to accommodate my size like a good little girl.”

  My forehead drops to the table with a thud as I moan.

  He chuckles wickedly as my juices trickle to the floor. Then his mouth is on me. I buck against him. With a chastising growl, he grips my undulating hips to still them. He devours my pussy like a ravenous man, grunting and groaning with carnal satisfaction.

  I lose count of the orgasms. One follows the other for endless pleasure. My entire body shakes. Incoherent cries of passion pour from my mouth in pants. Just as my juices gush down Tag’s throat.

  He rises, smacks each butt cheek, and thrusts his massive cock inside of my quivering core. It contracts around him, squeezing like a vise. He growls barbarically.

  “You like how my big cock claims every inch of your little pussy?” His voice thrums in my ear.

  My palms slap the table as I respond with a garbled cry.

  “I’ll take that as a yes. So, I’ll give you more.”

  He withdraws slowly. I feel every ridge, every vein, and every inch of his dick. I mewl, then scream when he slams back in with one brutal thrust. It lifts me to the tips of my toes and pushes the edge of the table into my pelvis. Another long, slow stroke followed by another slam, again and again until I’m a spluttering, wet mess.

 

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