She didn’t even see him move. He was at her desk in a flash, sitting on the edge, leaning towards her with an air so casual and yet so magnetic, so primally sexual, she felt like she was watching a predator on a nature documentary.
“Oh we will,” Malcolm said lightly.
“Will what?” Aiko asked, her head buzzing, trying to clear the cobwebs of arousal so she could just think clearly for one damn second.
Malcolm leaned a little closer. “We. Will. Fuck,” he said, the words gliding from his lips with such gravity it was like the act of saying them aloud was an unbreakable magical incantation.
She shivered, his words sending icy hot bolts of lightning firing in every nerve ending, straight up her spine, down her fingertips, tightening her nipples so hard she bit her lip to keep from reacting, and clenched her thighs together to ease the throb in her center.
“I’ve great plans for us Aiko,” he said. “Great plans for you. Unspeakable, filthy, utterly debauched are my plans. Wicked.”
“Wicked?”
“Yes, darling bird. I know you think you’ll never find your match. I promise. You have. I’ll use you up, wring you out, and leave you writhing in a puddle of your own sweat, still begging me for more.
Aiko gulped.
“I—” she began, but Malcolm’s phone rang and he fished it from his pocket.
“Yes?” Malcolm, paused, listened, thanked the caller, and hung up, putting the phone back in his pocket.
“No fucking today I’m afraid,” he said, walking to the office door. “Come, we’ve got to go see Bryce.”
“Because,” said Malcolm. “He’ll want to know. His sister Daisy’s been spotted in Michigan.”
“Oh that’s great news,” Aiko said, following Malcolm out the door.
“Perhaps. Perhaps not. It seems she might be pregnant.”
“Shit.”
“Indeed.”
THE END
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About the Author
Olivia Devon lives in the American Southwest with her lovely husband, cheeky teenager and entirely too many animals. When not writing, she can be found reading, gaming, or watching the latest thrilling episode of whatever HBO series is currently dominating her fancy. She drinks a lot of tea.
I write books. Some of them are naughty. Others are more well behaved. ;)
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Also by Olivia Devon
A Little Bit Broken (Serial)
Book One
Book Two
Book Three
Book Four
Book Five (coming soon)
Manhattan Lux (Series)
And lots more coming soon…
Acknowledgments
Thanks to my readers! You are the reason I do this!
HUGE thanks to my editor Dayna. This book is better because of you!
Thanks to dear friend Sidney Bristol for her constant enthusiasm for this book. Your kind words cheered me on.
Thanks to Mary—friend, critique partner, sounding board, and beta listener. Love ya. *mwah*
Thanks to my husband who lets me steal his jokes. Wyatt and you have quite a bit in common, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. ;)