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Oh… I knock my head in his direction, &quot;You broke your own rule.&quot; My tone is mild and teasing, but it stands out against the backdrop of tension in the room.<br /> Kane rolls his eyes at himself, &quot;Yes, I did.&quot;<br /> &quot;So, do you regret it?&quot; I ask with my heart beating fast, &quot;You regret smooching me?&quot;<br /> He doesn&#039;t respond for a moment and gives me the look like he&#039;s trying to gauge what to tell me.<br /> &quot;Just say it, Kane.&quot; I urge.<br /> His response is to move in closer and crouch in front of me so that we&#039;re at eye level. Then he speaks, &quot;You have no idea how happy I am that we pecked, even if it&#039;s just for once.&quot;<br /> As he speaks, his eyes fall to my lips, and I can tell he wants to peck me again. I’m happy but still surprised that our feelings are mutual.<br /> &quot;And no matter what happens, I&#039;ll never regret smooching you.&quot; His words hang in the air between us.<br /> ————————<br /> Chloe<br /> You&#039;ll Work With Me<br /> Driving my car into the huge parking lot that looks to contain no less than a hundred vehicles, I seek out an empty space between two expensive-looking SUVs and park my car there. I turn off the engine and stare out the windshield at the high-rise building looming in front of me.<br /> The company&#039;s name hangs from beams attached to the glass panels and is carved out in an ornate design to read,<br /> K-SYNCH<br /> &quot;K-Synch,&quot; I say the name, testing it on my tongue and wondering how the owner came up with such an interesting name.<br /> I check the time on my digital watch and see that I&#039;m an hour early for my interview. I had all the time in the world to prepare for this interview after I received the email from them yesterday. I selected my outfit, shoes, accessories, and down to my underwear so I wouldn&#039;t have to fret about getting ready in the morning, and it paid off. I even made sure to pack Skye&#039;s lunch bag last night, so I wouldn&#039;t forget anything when I dropped her off with Fiona.<br /> It&#039;s been four days since I moved to Austin, and I must admit that it wasn’t as overwhelming as I thought it would be. I was able to get an apartment the day after I arrived, and by yesterday morning, I was officially done unpacking and organizing my things. I even had time to purchase furniture and arrange them in my apartment.<br /> I nearly cleaned out my savings to set up my home and was beginning to panic when Fiona, true to her word, sent my resume to different companies she worked for as a remote programmer. It didn&#039;t take long for replies to start rolling in, and Fiona helped me pick out the best company to go with.<br /> And now I&#039;m here, more nervous than I&#039;ve ever been in my life, but at the same time, optimistic about getting the job. Also, since I&#039;ve always worked remotely and never in a corporate building, I&#039;m pretty excited about the experience.<br /> I’m getting tired of waiting and decide to get out of the car and make my way into the building. I&#039;m instantly struck by how serene and professional the interior is. I walk up to the front desk and tell them I’m here for the interview. The receptionist directs me to the Human Resources department.<br /> Once there, l wait for a few minutes until the head of HR comes out to greet me. She&#039;s a middle-aged, jolly woman with a soft smile and an even softer voice.<br /> &quot;It&#039;s nice to finally meet you, Ms. Smith,&quot; she says, and I feel a bit overwhelmed by all the formality.<br /> &quot;Call me Chloe, please.&quot;<br /> She lets out a soft laugh at how flustered I look, &quot;All right then, Chloe. Let&#039;s start by telling me about yourself.&quot;<br /> The introduction stage of the interview went smoothly, and I learned that her name was Brenda.<br /> &quot;Come on then,&quot; Brenda urges with a genuinely excited grin, &quot;Let me give you a tour of the software engineering department.&quot;<br /> I follow her into an elevator to go up a few floors above. The software engineering department is everything I imagined it to be, with dozens of high-performing computers at each station and the developers hunched behind the screens.<br /> &quot;...was one of our best software developers, but unfortunately, he decided he wasn&#039;t cut out to be an employee anymore,&quot; Brenda prattles on.<br /> We pass by a lab with a computer running some program. I ask one of the developers what the program is supposed to do and he shows me the source code. After reviewing the code quickly, I notice a few mistakes and immediately get down to correct them. It takes just a little under ten minutes to fix, and I notice everyone is staring at me when I&#039;m done.<br /> The look of satisfaction on Brenda&#039;s face is enough to tell me that I&#039;ve already gotten the job. There&#039;s a new man standing beside her, and I suspect he&#039;s the head of the software engineering department because he shuffles closer to check what I just did.<br /> Then he chuckles triumphantly, &quot;Good job.&quot; He turns back to Brenda, &quot;Please hire her.&quot;<br /> The HR head gives me a wide smile, &quot;You didn&#039;t have to ask.&quot;<br /> Three Days Later<br /> &quot;I&#039;VE GOT IT!&quot;<br /> The screech that leaves my throat is piercing and reverberates around the entire department. In my excitement, I&#039;m vaguely aware of the sound of chairs scraping the tiled floor and footsteps beating the floor, rushing over to my station.<br /> My heart was racing fast in my chest, and my eyes lit up wide in mad elation. All I could focus on was the screen of my computer. The evidence of three days’ worth of rigorous planning is on the screen in the form of code. To any other person, it might look like jargon, but I see the building blocks of an app that&#039;s going to change the game in e-commerce.<br /> Eric, my department head, sees it, too, because he grabs my shoulders and shakes them back and forth with enthusiasm.<br /> &quot;Good job, Chloe!&quot; He exclaims, hoisting me to my feet and enveloping me in a bear hug. The rest of my colleagues are busy looking through my code, trying to understand what I&#039;ve done there, but they seem unable to make any sense of it right away, so Eric explains to them.<br /> Lucy, a petite blond, grasps what Eric is saying before he can finish, and she turns to me with wide eyes, &quot;There is no way you created this in just three days. That&#039;s freaking amazing!&quot;<br /> &quot;I know, right?&quot; Kelly, the college intern, says, &quot;One of my professors toyed with the idea of something like this before. It takes a lot of time and effort to execute.&quot;<br /> Eric waves his hands in front of my face, &quot;Kelly&#039;s right. This is a big deal, and it&#039;s going to need all the support it can get.&quot; Then he gives me a meaningful look.<br /> &quot;What?&quot; I laugh at how intense he is as he announces, &quot;You, my dear, are going to have a chat with the boss. Let him know what he thinks about the concept and if he&#039;s willing to support you through it.&quot;<br /> With the widest beam on my face, I turn back to my computer and fawn over my creation. When I got hired, the first thing I did was promise to prove my worth in the company, and now, after just three days, I&#039;ve managed to do it.<br /> Eric takes me to the top floor, where the CEO’s office is located. Since I started working here, I haven’t seen the owner yet. I&#039;ve heard bits and pieces about him, but I’ve been too busy to look at the picture and bio of our CEO on the company’s intranet yet.<br /> No worries, though. I’ll be able to meet him today. Hopefully, he&#039;ll be impressed with my work.<br /> Eric and I arrive at the top floor, and I follow him to the door located at the furthest end of the floor. Eric knocks twice before opening the door and ushering me inside like a gentleman.<br /> The office is pretty big for just one person and is tastefully decorated. My eyes immediately zero in on the person behind the desk in the middle of the room.<br /> His head is bent downwards, facing the desk, so I don&#039;t get an immediate glimpse of his face, but even from my position by the door, I&#039;m pretty sure I&#039;d recognize that strong jaw from somewhere.<br /> &quot;Sir?&quot; Eric moves to the desk, his strides springy with enthusiasm, &quot;I have something big for you.&quot;<br /> The boss raises his head up to look at us, and suddenly, all the excitement vanishes from my body.<br /> I know this man. <br /> It seems he recognizes me also because his features lock in place when his eyes land on me. From here, I watch his lips move to say my name quietly, &quot;Chloe.&quot;<br /> That voice...<br /> &quot;Hello...sir,&quot; I whisper, my heart pounding fast against my chest again.<br /> His eyes shutter at my words. &quot;How long have you been with this company?&quot; he questions.<br /> Eric is the one to answer, &quot;Uh... she&#039;s been here three days, Sir. And in that time, she&#039;s managed to come up with a brilliant idea.&quot;<br /> The corner of Kane&#039;s mouth tilts to the side, and I see something like pride flash through his eyes, &quot;Did she now?&quot;<br /> From the corner of my eye, I see Eric giving me a meaningful look that says, &#039;Now&#039;s your chance.&#039; But he doesn&#039;t understand. My head is void of any reasonable thoughts, and my throat feels so heavy that speaking feels like a Herculean task.<br /> &quot;What&#039;s he talking about, Chloe?&quot; Kane rumbles, and at his request, my throat loosens, and the words pour out.<br /> &quot;I thought about building software that&#039;s going to take care of the problems most commonly encountered in the online market. Take online sales, for instance, and the demand-supply inconsistencies they face. The software can assist the manufacturers in controlling the supply rate and take inventory of goods produced, sold or defective.&quot;<br /> Kane doesn&#039;t miss a beat, &quot;And what about the consumers?&quot;<br /> I lift a shoulder, &quot;They don’t need to worry about late deliveries or receiving defective items.&quot;<br /> &quot; Hmm,&quot; He nods once and crosses his arms over his broad chest, &quot;Sounds plausible and doable.&quot;<br /> Eric rushes over to him, giddiness written over his expression, &quot;So, do you approve?&quot;<br /> My boss cocks his head to the side, regarding me with a look that suggests he knows something I don&#039;t.<br /> &quot;Of course,&quot; he affirms, &quot;Brilliant ideas like that are the reason behind K-Synch.&quot; He straightens to his full height and begins walking back to his seat. &quot;You&#039;ll have access to the resources needed to develop the idea.&quot;<br /> I hear the incoming terms and conditions in his voice.<br /> &quot;And I would like to review and approve every step of the development of this software. You&#039;ll be working very closely with me from now on.&quot;<br /> <br /> I&#039;m about to get back into my task when a knock sounds on the door. I’m startled for a moment because I&#039;m pretty sure I’m the only one left at the office. Who else could still be at the office this late?<br /> The person knocks again and, this time, pushes the door open a crack. I heave a sigh of relief when I see my boss’s familiar face peeking out from behind the door.<br /> He looks tired, and when he speaks, his voice doesn&#039;t carry across the room as it used to, &quot;Still around?&quot;<br /> I nod, exhaling through my mouth, &quot;Yeah. I just have a couple more things to finish up, and then I&#039;ll be on my way.&quot;<br /> He comes in and settles into the nearest swivel chair, folding an arm behind his head. Every movement he makes is so effortlessly hot, and I wonder how he&#039;s able to be that graceful, especially at his age.<br /> Not that he&#039;s old. But he&#039;s not young, either.<br /> I give him early forties, even though he doesn&#039;t look like it at all. His full head of dark hair doesn&#039;t have a single strand of gray in it, but I see some gray in his stubble. His face is still very smooth, and the only indication of his maturity would be the laugh lines framing his mouth and the depth of his eyes and composure.<br /> &quot;Do you need help with anything?&quot; He asks out of the blue.<br /> I shake my head and respond, &quot;No. And even if I did, you wouldn&#039;t be the first person I would run to for help.&quot;<br /> His lips tilt up in a smile. &quot;Oh yeah? We&#039;ll see about that.&quot;<br /> The office falls quiet, with only the sound of the thermostat humming. I notice that I&#039;m trying harder than before to focus, and it doesn&#039;t take a magician to know why.<br /> Everything about Kane commands my attention whether I like it or not, and this time, it&#039;s his long, well-formed thighs enclosed in navy blue pants. I imagine running my fingers along the length of it, tracing through every inch of the packed flesh. Will he twitch like Tim does? Or will he stay as stoic as his personality?<br /> &quot;If you&#039;re staying in the office this late, where&#039;s your daughter?&quot;<br /> His question is so random, and it takes me by surprise. I look up to see him staring at me with all seriousness. I don&#039;t know why, but I didn&#039;t expect him to remember I had a daughter.<br /> &quot;She&#039;s with a friend.&quot;<br /> He hums to himself and returns back to thinking. This is the first time he&#039;s brought up any topic remotely concerning his niece, and I wonder why.<br /> But then I guess the bigger question should be why he doesn&#039;t bring them up as often. He hasn&#039;t even made a reference to his brother since I got here, and as much as I&#039;m grateful for it, I can&#039;t help wondering why he is not close to his family.<br /> &quot;How do you like your new office?&quot; He pipes up again, and I refrain from sighing aloud in bliss at the deep baritone of his voice.<br /> &quot;I...um...&quot; Good God. I&#039;m free-falling faster down the slippery slope. &quot;I&#039;d rather be downstairs with the rest of the team,&quot; I say as a means of self-preservation. My pride wouldn&#039;t admit that his decision to change my workstation was a good one.<br /> &quot;Uh huh,&quot; his deadpan tone suggests he isn&#039;t convinced of my answer, so I up the ante,<br /> &quot;The journey up here is too long, and the fact that I have to go downstairs often to talk to my team lead is just a pain in the butt. Also, I&#039;m closer to my narcissistic and tyrannical boss who, by the way, happened to smooch me in the elevator…&quot;<br /> The rest of my words come out as jumbled, muffled sounds when a hand suddenly clamps over my mouth.<br /> Warm breath filters into my ear when Kane whispers next to me, &quot;Shhh.&quot;<br /> I didn&#039;t even see him move. How did he get here so fast?<br /> &quot;I know you&#039;re upset,&quot; he continues speaking, and this time, his voice takes on a whole new tone, &quot;But there are some things you shouldn&#039;t be speaking so freely. It could get us in big trouble.&quot;<br /> I freeze. His mouth is so close to my ear, and his face almost brushes against my cheek as he leans over.<br /> Gently, he unclamps my mouth and steps back. Too stunned by the encounter, I gingerly lift a finger to my lips and jaw and all the places he made contact with.<br /> &quot;I&#039;m sorry for... coming on to you like that in the elevator,&quot; he continues, staring intently at me, &quot;You were irresistible in that moment, and I...I have no excuse.&quot;<br /> No, no, no, no. I didn&#039;t mean it like that. Why is he apologizing? Does this mean he regrets it?<br /> &quot;No one can know about what happened yesterday,&quot; Kane warns, his aristocratic eyebrows arched perfectly, &quot;It&#039;s against our company policy. Employees are not allowed to be romantically involved.&quot;<br /> Oh… I knock my head in his direction, &quot;You broke your own rule.&quot; My tone is mild and teasing, but it stands out against the backdrop of tension in the room.<br /> Kane rolls his eyes at himself, &quot;Yes, I did.&quot;<br /> &quot;So, do you regret it?&quot; I ask with my heart beating fast, &quot;You regret smooching me?&quot;<br /> He doesn&#039;t respond for a moment and gives me the look like he&#039;s trying to gauge what to tell me.<br /> &quot;Just say it, Kane.&quot; I urge.<br /> His response is to move in closer and crouch in front of me so that we&#039;re at eye level. Then he speaks, &quot;You have no idea how happy I am that we pecked, even if it&#039;s just for once.&quot;<br /> As he speaks, his eyes fall to my lips, and I can tell he wants to peck me again. I’m happy but still surprised that our feelings are mutual.<br /> &quot;And no matter what happens, I&#039;ll never regret smooching you.&quot; His words hang in the air between us.<br /> I don&#039;t know whether to blush or cry or turn away. Fiona&#039;s words come back to me. It’s crazy this is happening to you. Enjoy it. <br /> &quot;Oh,&quot; I sigh and give in to the feelings I&#039;ve been suppressing for so long. My hands go to cup both sides of his face, and I throw myself from the chair and wrap my legs around his waist.<br /> Kane doesn&#039;t waste a second to react. He&#039;s picking us up and rising to his feet, then setting my hip on the desk.<br /> Our mouths, hungry for each other, are wide open in a searing prck, and I moan when his tongue slips into mine. His hands explore all over my body, crushing me tightly against him.<br /> Kane looks me in the eyes, and I can see his desire in his eyes. &quot;You drive me crazy, you know that?&quot;<br /> All I can do is smile because he does the same. &quot;Peck me,&quot; I beg, and he does.<br /> His lips trail down to my jaw and neck, nibbling all the way until he gets to the sensitive spot close to my shoulder. He sucks hard on the skin there, causing me to moan aloud.<br /> &quot;Shh,&quot; he whispers gently against my skin, and I nod quickly. I can&#039;t believe this is happening. Not only am I making out with Kane, but we&#039;re also breaking a major company rule!<br /> Strong hands tug on the hem of my slacks, unbuttoning them and pulling them down. Next goes my shirt.<br /> When I&#039;m just in my underwear, Kane stops for a few seconds and pulls away from me. He moves back a few steps to admire my body.<br /> &quot;You&#039;re so beautiful, Chloe,&quot; he gushes, biting his lower lip, &quot;The most beautiful.&quot;<br /> The most beautiful...I like the sound of that.<br /> He is also a sight to behold. His hair is tousled from my fingers, and his lips are swollen red. Never once breaking eye contact, he slowly begins to button down his office shirt to reveal the smooth, toned muscles I&#039;ve been dying to see since the day I first met him years ago.<br /> His pecs look smooth and tight, and I just want to touch them and lick them.<br /> He throws his shirt aside and moves to his pants, and my entire body shivers in anticipation. When he&#039;s only in his briefs, I see very clearly what he’s got for me. And boy, is he something else... <br /> He takes off his underwear, and I&#039;m greeted with the full view of him. My mouth opens wide, and I just want to taste his silky yet hard skin.<br /> I take off my underwear, and when I&#039;m finally undressed in front of him, I spread out my arms in silent invitation.<br /> &quot;So needy,&quot; he chuckles as he steps into my embrace. This time, our peck is soft and sweet and leaves me panting for more. The heat between my thighs grows unbearable with each passing second, and I long for him to relieve me.<br /> &quot;I want you, Kane,&quot; I moan against his neck, &quot;I want you more.&quot;<br /> At this moment, I don’t care about my pride. All I know is that I’ve had a feeling for him since the first day I met him, and the elevator peck escalated my emotions to the next level. I just want him to make me feel good. Now. <br /> He angles my body in his arms so that my chest is exposed to his mouth. Then he snakes a hand up my thighs until he gets to the throbbing warmth at the center.<br /> &quot;Will you be quiet?&quot;<br /> I nod like a crazed woman and begin pushing myself forward to make full contact with his fingers.<br /> Kane, the perfectionist, insists, &quot;Do you promise?&quot;<br /> &quot;Yes!&quot; I whine in frustration, and he gives me a rare full smile to show that he&#039;s just being a teasing prick.<br /> His fingers skim over the seam of my opening, and his head starts to move down closer to my chest. Before he makes contact with my peaked papilla, he confesses, &quot;I&#039;ve always wanted you, Chloe. Even when you were Tim’s girl.&quot;<br /> Before I have the time to process his statement, he overrides my body with pleasure by slipping his fingers into my center and, at the same time, latching on to my papilla.<br /> He doesn&#039;t stop stroking, nor does he let up his sucking until I&#039;m reduced to a panting, quivering mess on the table. My toes curl, and my head is thrown back from the force of that.<br /> His fingers slip out of mine only to be replaced by his thick, hard length. The feeling of him filling me up is simply ecstatic, and I can&#039;t hold back my loud moan.<br /> This time, he doesn&#039;t tell me to tone it down. He instead brings his hand to clamp over my mouth.<br /> His thrusts are as powerful as he is, rocking both my body and the table beneath. His face is still buried in my breasts, and he nibbles on my sensitive papillas until they&#039;re both sore.<br /> &quot;Aww, Kane!&quot; I scream his name, but it&#039;s muffled by his hand. He finally brings his head up to connect his forehead to mine.<br /> &quot;You feel so good,&quot; he grunts, and I don&#039;t miss the way his voice quivers with delight. With every thrust of his hips to meet mine, jolts of bone-shattering pleasure run up and down my spine.<br /> I moan his name again, and he responds by planting a prck on my head. It&#039;s all too intense, and finally, I&#039;m unable to hold it in. With a scream that rattles my ears, I climax as every sense in my body gets swept up in the euphoria.<br /> Vaguely, I&#039;m aware of Kane pushing his hips forward in a desperate chase of his high. He follows me over the edge a moment later amidst shudders and moans he tries so hard to conceal.<br /> I feel so light and carefree as I float down from the blissful climax. Kane still bears the weight of our bodies. He holds us close as we pant together.<br /> Eventually, my mind clears, and the gravity of what just occurred hits me<br /> like a ton of bricks.

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