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serious tone.
    “And you’re the first boss I’ve ever slept with Drake.”
    “ Really? ” He gazed into my eyes and rocked his hips into mine.
    “I’ve never been tempted to sleep with my boss.”
    “And I will be your last , Bella, because I’m a jealous man.”
    “There’s no man in my life, Drake!” I spoke the truth. I wasn’t into playing games.
    “I want you exclusively, Isabella Ruiz!”
    “ Si , I want you as well.”
    Aroused, Drake began a steady pumping into my already moist core. Our eyes locked, our fingers entwined and we were lost again in the act of making love.
    We kept our insatiable affair a secret. That three-day weekend just whetted our appetite for more. He arranged to have my flat tire fixed and the car brought over to his home. I spent Monday night in his arms, between his thighs, and his lusty cock took my body to newer heights and deeper depths in lovemaking.
     

 
    Chapter Five
    On Tuesday, Drake’s passion awakened me at dawn. An hour later, I eased into my shower and dressed for work.
    “I…love…that…man!” I screamed. I felt reborn, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I felt amazingly good.
    I sashayed into Hart Enterprises headquarters feeling like a renewed woman. I was falling in love with my boss. Although I knew there couldn’t be a future for us and I should’ve pumped the brakes, I didn’t care! I would live for the moment. For the first time in two years, since my parents moved back to Detroit, I felt like I had found the perfect man to complete my life.
    Ms. Phillips dropped off a load of work on my desk, and that kept me busy. The morning flew by as I blocked out all thoughts of Drake because my work required my complete attention.
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    By noon, I was summoned to Drake’s office. Being respectful, I knocked on his door before entering his office.
    “Drake,” I called out to him when I didn’t see him seated behind his desk.
    “Lock the door, Bella,” he called out from his private bathroom.
    I was smiling when he walked out.
    “Don’t keep me waiting, Bella.”
    “No, sir. I won’t keep you waiting.”
    Drake looked delicious as he took his seat behind his desk. His white shirt was open, revealing his broad chest, firm abs, and a cock extended, covered, and ready for business.
    Damn…he is fine.
    I took a deep breath, slipped out of my navy blue skirt, and unbuttoned my blouse. I sashayed slowly toward him, giving him an eyeful of me. What is that phrase? Absence makes the heart grow fonder? It had only been about five hours since I left his bed.
    I straddled his body, positioned my dewy core with his help over his extended erection, and lowered myself onto what awaited me—taking all of him in.
    I gasped.
    “You feel so good. I’ve missed you.”
    “I missed you more,” he groaned.
    Drake grasped my wrists, locked them into his hands, and covered my mouth hungrily with his. His kisses were demanding—his tongue, thick and coarse, stroking me deeply. Then I was lost in the sinful movement of his hips.
    While kissing me deeply, Drake lifted me out of the chair and walked us over to the sofa. Once again, his tongue slid down my throat, and his hands held me prisoner over my head. He entered my quivering haven, sinking deeper, until he hit the tip of my womb.
    “You are beautiful,” Drake crooned.
    “All women are beautiful when you’re deep inside of their pussy,” I whispered.
    Drake roared with laughter.
    “You don’t bite your tongue. I like that in a woman: intelligent, sexy and passionate.
    His lips latched onto my flawless skin and found my nipple again. He sucked and gnawed at it until it throbbed. He switched to the second nipple, treating it to the same attention.
    In a haze of ecstasy, I arched to meet each possessive thrust as Drake delved deeper into me with each rhythmic push. Minutes later, I cried out in ecstasy, writhed underneath his moistened body, and wrapped my legs around his hips needing more.
    Drake’s