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HANDSOME SCOUNDREL

An ambitious intern. A perfectionist executive. And a whole lot of name-calling. Discover the story of Emily Brown and Robert Ramirez - and just how they got under each other's skin. Emily Brown is intelligent, hardworking, and days away from finishing her MBA. She has a dream job at a top-tier consulting firm and a terrific apartment in New York City. The only problem? She doesn't like her boss, who happens to be a gorgeous, infuriating man. Robert Ramirez is blunt, demanding, and always gets what he wants. And what he wants is his brilliant assistant - Emily. She's excellent at her job and surpasses his every expectation. So why can't he stop thinking about her? When their friction reaches its boiling point, Robert and Emily are forced to confront their complicated feelings for each other, and the result is a deliciously erotic office romance that neither of them can resist. As they explore their mutual desire, they uncover secrets about themselves and their pasts and learn that love can be messy, complicated, and downright beautiful. Told in alternating perspectives between Emily and Robert, Handsome Scoundrel is a steamy, provocative, and thoroughly addictive novel that will leave you begging for more.

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Chapter 4

His erection was pressed into my stomach as he gasped, leaned into my hands, and kissed me all over my neck. "Now, make me feel good."

I let go of one hand, lowered it to his cock, and started to stroke him. He fit perfectly in my hand and was hefty and lengthy. I wanted to tell him, but I wouldn't dare tell him how wonderful he felt. Instead, I backed up from his lips and gave him a hooded-eyes look.

I slid down the glass and snarled, "I'm going to make you come so hard you forget that you're supposed to be the world's biggest asshole," before engulfing his whole cock in my mouth and pressing it up against my throat. He tightened and moaned loudly. He had his hands and forehead resting against the glass, and his eyes were tightly closed when I peered up at him. He seemed helpless and stunning in his swagger.

He wasn't exposed, however. I was on my knees in front of him and he was the greatest jerk on the earth. No way in hell.

I pulled my skirt back down and looked him in the eyes rather than give him what I knew he wanted. Now that he wasn't touching me or making inappropriate physical contact with me, it was simpler.

Neither one of us turned our eyes as the seconds passed.

What the hell are you thinking about doing? He grunted. "Get on your hands and knees, and open your mouth."

"Not at all likely."

I hoped my wobbly legs wouldn't desert me as I stepped outside while pulling the front of my button-free shirt together. I put on my jacket and grabbed my handbag from my desk, frantically squeezing the button with my shaking fingers. When Mr. Ramirez still hadn't left, I hurried to the elevator, hoping without hope that it would arrive before I had to deal with him once again.

Till I left, I wouldn't even allow myself to consider what had occurred. I gave him a good fuck, had the most incredible climax of my life, and then abandoned him in the conference room of the firm with the worst case of blue balls a guy could imagine. I would be giving someone a huge high-five if this were someone else's life. Shame it wasn't.

He rasped, "Get on your knees and open your lips. What the hell are you thinking about doing?

I refused to give him what he wanted as I stood in front of him and looked into his eyes. I got my skirt back down and my button-free shirt on together, but he had merely been shoving his erection against my stomach. I didn't want to experience the emotions he caused me to.

However, I had just given him the most incredible orgasm of his life while I was on my knees. Even if he had seemed Handsome and helpless in his wild abandon, he was still the greatest jerk on the planet.

I tried to gather myself as I walked out of the business meeting room, grabbing my handbag and putting on my jacket. Until I got outside, I didn't want to consider what had occurred. I had left him with some blue balls and a lifelong memory. I would be giving someone a huge high-five if this were someone else's life. Shame it wasn't.

As the elevator doors shut, I said to myself, "I can't believe that just happened." I took a trembling breath as I leaned against the wall. The pain between my legs served as a persistent reminder of what had happened while the events of the previous hour were still vivid in my thoughts.

I hurried out of the elevator and down the hallway as it arrived in the foyer. I ignored the security guard's attempts to stop me and carried on while waving. I had to go immediately.

When I finally got to my vehicle, I used the remote to unlock it and immediately fell asleep in the driver's seat. I couldn't help but wonder, "What the fuck was that?" as I glanced up at myself in the rearview mirror.

"Christ. I whispered to myself, peering up at the ceiling, "I am so fucking screwed. The brain is chaos. Dick: tough. So, that's hard again. I glared, angry at my body's treachery.

It didn't seem to matter how many times I jerked away after she left me last night. It was worse than the thousands of previous times I'd woken up this way, which surprised me since I didn't believe it was possible. Since I was aware of what I was missing this time. She hadn't even invited me.

"Seven months. The last nine months have been filled with morning wood, jacking off, and unending dreams about someone I didn't even desire. Well, it wasn't really accurate. I desired her. More than any other lady I had ever seen, I wanted her. The main issue was that I also detested her.

She also detested me. She truly disliked me, I mean. I had never encountered somebody who so easily set me off in all of my thirty-one years as Miss Brown did. Her name alone caused my dick to twitch. What a traitor. I gazed at the tent sheets below.

I got into this trouble in the first place because of this ridiculous appendage. I sat up after rubbing my hands over my face. Why couldn't I just tuck it inside my pants? I had survived for over a year. And it was successful. I avoided her, directed her, well, even I'll confess I was an idiot. I eventually lost it. It just took a split second as I was seated in that serene setting, surrounded by her scent and her filthy skirt, with her ass in my face. I lost it.

I really believed that if I could just have her once, the desire would pass and it would be a letdown. I would, at last, be at peace, I told myself. "However, I'm lying on my bed, as stiff as if I hadn't visited in weeks. And barely four hours had passed.

I hurriedly showered and scrubbed myself vigorously as if I wanted to wash away any memory of her from last night. "This has to end. I said to myself, "Robert Ramirez doesn't behave like some horny adolescent, and I most definitely don't screw about in my workplace. "I don't need a clingy woman to mess everything up," he said. Miss Brown has too much power over me, and I can't allow her."

I exhaled hard as I realized how much better things had been before I realized what I had been missing. "This is a million times worse than that, which was awful."