I leaned in, kissed him. It was meant to be soothing, but Edge’s arm shifted, moving around me, holding my head in place as our tongues danced.
“I’ve wanted you for so fucking long,” he whispered when we broke apart.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, I’ve wanted you, too.” I allowed my hand to trail down his chest, my fingers brushing over his semi-hard cock, lower, grazing his balls, then dipping between his legs. “In more ways than one.”
Edge’s eyes locked with mine and I could see defiance there.
“I will have you,” I told him, not even a hint of submission in my tone. I teased his taint with my finger, then dipped lower, ringing his asshole. “One day. I will fuck you, Edge, the same way you fucked me. And you’ll realize it’s not about who’s the Dom.”
Surprisingly, Edge didn’t argue.
“One day,” I whispered, pulling my hand back and placing it on his chest once again.
His arm snaked around my neck, pulling my head down to his shoulder. “Sleep, cowboy,” he muttered. “Dream about it because that’s all you’ll get.”
I chuckled and somehow managed to close my eyes.
I woke before the sun was up, which was usual for me. Sleeping wasn’t all that easy, but I figured that was because my brain rarely shut off. I was always thinking about what I needed to do. Work, play, it didn’t matter.
But today was about work. Being that it was Saturday, I knew the office would be empty, which would allow me some time to get organized. I had yet to set up my desk, and since that was the one place that was mine, I figured I might as well get started. Helped that I was already in the building.
I took the elevator down to the thirty-second floor. As I expected, the place was empty. From what Zeke had told me, that wouldn’t always be the case. According to the outline Zeke was working on, his department—our department—would be expanding in the very near future. One of my first tasks was to scope out one of the vacant floors, put a plan in to relocate the entire team to one area, then hire to fill the additional ten spots he wanted filled. I got the feeling that was a much easier feat for me than it was for Zeke. I was a people person, he was not.
But that was okay because it took all types to run a successful business.
Unlocking my office door, I stepped inside, hitting the switch on the wall that would pull the curtains back, revealing floor-to-ceiling windows. It wasn’t the greatest view in the world, but it was a view. I glanced down at my desk, noticed a catalog sitting on top with a note from Addison that read: Decorating options. Let me know what you’d like, and I’ll get it ordered. ~A
I grinned as I peered around at the blank walls, the empty space. The office wasn’t as large as the partners’, but it was more than enough space for me. There was a corner area that would work great as a conference space for when I needed to meet with my team. Then again, Zeke wanted me to look at another floor, which meant this office was likely temporary.
It was still difficult to wrap my head around it all. I honestly hadn’t imagined I would be settling down in one spot this early in my life. I was one of those people who didn’t have plans for retirement because I enjoyed working. And I had a fondness for diversity. I figured it was the reason I’d gotten my business degree, then hopped right over the line into law enforcement. Somehow, I’d ended back with a desk job and I still wondered if this was what I wanted to do.
A rap on my door had me looking up to see Ben leaning against the jamb.
“Hey,” I greeted as I propped a hip against the desk.
“Didn’t expect to see you here today,” he said, peering around the room.
“Figured I’d get organized, prepare for the week ahead.”
“The sooner the better.” Ben glanced down at my desk. “We’ve got your laptop on order. Should be here Monday.”
I nodded.
“Wanted to see if you’ve made a decision on your residential status. We’ve got three apartments we’ve recently renovated. They’ll be ready to go in about a week.”
“Haven’t given it much thought,” I lied.
“One across the hall from Edge is vacant,” he informed me, as though he knew Edge was a deciding factor for me.
“How do you do it?” I blurted before I could think about it.
“Do what?”
“The switch thing.”
Ben’s dark eyebrows darted down to form a V. “Not sure I follow.”
I sighed. “It’s… Never mind.”
“No, no.” Ben pushed off the doorjamb, stepped farther into the room. “This have to do with Edge?”
“Lucky guess?” I smirked.
“Something like that.” He walked over to the windows, looked out. “Are you a switch?”
