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prepare herself for what was happening next. The fourth hit her directly and her entire body jerked hard enough that I was glad I'd chosen soft restraints rather than handcuffs. Her body tensed and her face contorted into the beautiful mask of orgasm. She screamed and her body twisted again. I made the last one count, landing perfectly, even as she continued to ride out her climax.
    While her overwhelmed body twitched and shook, half-sobs coming out with every shuddering breath, I got a condom from the bedside table and rolled it on. By the time I was on the bed again, kneeling between her spread legs, I was nearly painfully hard and she was coherent enough to consent.
    I'd stretched her well with my fingers before and knew she could take all of me without any damage, so I gripped her hips and buried myself with one thrust. My pelvic bone hit against her swollen clit and she swore. My strokes were deep and hard, my fingers digging into her small hips, and she begged for it to be harder and faster. She came again after only a couple minutes, and I kept going, drawing out her orgasm until the pressure inside me was too much and I exploded. My eyes closed and I let the pleasure give me what I sought. A few precious moments of peace.

Chapter 2
    Autumn in Fort Collins was my favorite time of year. The mountains were covered with trees, some that would stay the deep green of pine while others would burst into reds and oranges and yellows. The weather had started to cool at the end of August and now, halfway through September, the temperature was perfect.
    The last couple years, however, I'd found less and less time to appreciate the beauty of the city and the season. Now, as I drove from my house in to the office, I barely noticed anything around me. I had too much on my mind. That had been what fucking Sarah had been for, to clear my head so that I could figure out what to do about the newest problem my company was having. Unfortunately, enjoyable as it had been, sex with Sarah hadn't done much in the way of getting me out of my head for more than a few seconds. Things had still been there, nagging at the back of my mind.
    It was times like these that I really missed Curt. He'd been with me since the beginning, the public face of Archer Enterprises. He'd taken care of meet and greets with clients, public relations, interviews, leaving me to do what I did best: not deal with people. I'd been happy sitting in my office, working on code and systems. Then, about a year and a half ago, he'd had an accident, spent some time in a coma, and then moved to the Bahamas with his wife. I didn't begrudge him the early retirement, especially after everything he'd been through. It didn't make me miss him any less.
    “Rylan!”
    I turned as I heard my name and put on a fake smile. “Emmaline.” The twenty-three year-old was bubbly, high energy, both things that were positive, but not something I was fond of first thing in the morning. I'd never been much of a morning person.
    “I have your coffee ready.” She beamed at me, her turquoise eyes shining.
    I accepted the cup. “Thank you.” A bit of an awkward silence followed. “Well, work to do.”
    I headed towards the elevator, hoping she wouldn't follow. She wasn't my assistant, but she still brought me coffee almost every morning. I'd gotten the impression she wanted something romantic from me, but I wasn't about to go there. Even if Emmaline was the kind of person I'd want to date, the fact that I was her boss would've immediately negated it. As it was, she wasn't the sort of woman I would want to be with. She'd never done anything specific, but I'd always had the feeling she wasn't quite as genuine and nice as she tried to make me think.
    “Rylan!”
    I sighed. It was a man's voice this time and one that I recognized. Dark hair and eyes, slouched shoulders. Christophe Constantine was a good employee. Hard-working, on time, never complained. I just wasn't in the mood for