He braced his hands on her forearms and looked into her eyes. "Honestly, I'm kidding. I was out of line making that phone call."

She blinked, taking in his serious expression in search of signs of dementia. "Say that again?"

"I was out of line. I shouldn't have called Rhodes."

"Oh. I...thank you. I didn't expect that to go so easily."

He grinned. "Sometimes, I can admit I was wrong."

"Okay, so while I'm on a roll, about the salary with my new position..."

"I have no idea what you're talking about. I don't know who gets paid what unless I've done the actual hiring."

She eyed him warily.

"Don't look at me like that. It's true. Is the salary not enough? Because I can talk to Olivia-"

"No! It's already a raise from the job I started one week ago. If anything, it's too much. I just wanted to make sure you weren't manipulating anything to my benefit."

An adorable grin lifted his lips. "Finally, you accuse me of something I didn't do wrong."

She laughed.

"Because G.o.d forbid I give you a raise."

She rolled her eyes. "I get the point. I do."

"The salary's that much more than you were earning?" He raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

She nodded.

"Enough for you to move out of your unsafe apartment building?"

"Ian-"

"Consider it a quid pro quo. I'm doing my best to back off and behave for you. You can move into a safe apartment for my peace of mind."

"And you don't consider this you manipulating me?"

"I consider this me doing my very best by you." He spread his hands in front of him, silently asking her to trust him.

"Fine. I'll consider it. After I do the math. I want to pay off some of my student loans, and with a salary increase, I can start to do that."

He opened his mouth then immediately snapped it shut.

Whatever he'd been about to say, he'd obviously thought better of it. Which meant he was thinking. About her wants, needs, and feelings.

She grinned.

Without warning, he grasped her around the waist, pulled her toward him, and kissed her. Considering he'd gone against type and given in to what she needed, she forgave him for messing up while she was in Phoenix.

She was happy to be back in his arms and had no problem showing him. She kissed him back, settling her lips against his warm mouth. He stroked with his tongue, and her stomach fluttered in antic.i.p.ation. Her s.e.x swelled, need building without any care to their location. The desire to connect with him was that strong.

He lifted her, and she hooked her legs behind his waist, holding on as he carried her to his desk, easing her down, disregarding the papers strewn beneath her.

He lifted his head. His heavy-lidded gaze met hers, those deep eyes taking her in.

"I missed you," she said, threading her fingers through his hair and attempting to pull him back for more deep, lingering kisses.

He didn't listen. Instead, he looked down, watching as he slid his hands along her bare thighs and up her skirt until his thumbs came into contact with her moist flesh.

She moaned at the intimate touch.

"So f.u.c.king s.e.xy," he said, obviously referring to her barely there thong.

He pushed the skirt around her waist, easing the flimsy material aside and baring her to his hungry gaze. He immediately began to play with her, teasing her feminine folds.

In another lifetime, she'd be embarra.s.sed that her skirt was hiked high, her private parts exposed, but she couldn't make herself care, not when he was so diligently trying to please her.

He circled her outer lips with his finger, spreading her moisture over her s.e.x, arousing her but never quite reaching the tiny nub that would bring her the most pleasure.

"I need to come." She bucked against his hand, urging him to move his fingertip closer to her aching center.

He grinned. "You do?"

He slid one finger inside her, still ignoring her c.l.i.t. But as he pumped in and out, adding a second finger, she felt every erotic stretch and glide. Her nerve endings tingled, her need grew, and she threw her head back, arching into his hand.

"Harder, faster...something!" She yanked at his hair, realizing she could give as good as he did when he drove her this close without offering completion.

He chuckled, his eyes darkening, as he pulled his finger out of her body. Gaze on hers, he licked her juices from his fingers.

She followed the movement, surprised and oddly aroused.

"You know why I call you sweetness, right?" he asked, as he unbuckled his pants.

Throat dry, she shook her head to answer.

"Because you taste so d.a.m.ned sweet," he said, dropping his slacks to the floor.

His thick erection strained against his stomach, and her s.e.x pulsed with gnawing hunger at the sight.

He grabbed a condom from his desk drawer, jolting her from aroused fog to horrified awareness.

"What the h.e.l.l?" Just how many women did he take in his office, she wondered, the notion turning her cold.

"I bought them after you took the job," he said, stroking her cheek with his thumb in a calming gesture that had her turning her face into his hand.

She exhaled a relieved breath.

"Better?" he asked her.

She managed a nod.

"Good. Because I haven't brought women to my home, and I definitely don't have them in my office. You seem to be the exception to every d.a.m.ned rule I have."

Her entire body went lax with the admission.

He stepped forward and slid his c.o.c.k along her center. The delicious friction had her releasing a sigh of pleasure, and a full shudder wracked her body.

He stepped back, donned the condom, and returned to her, giving her no time to think before he was poised at her entrance and thrust deep.

"Oh G.o.d." She felt him everywhere, and her inner walls clenched tighter around him to keep him in place.

"Baby, you're so d.a.m.ned tight."

She moaned, and he slid out then back in, picking up a pace guaranteed to take her up and over quickly.

She leaned back on her arms and braced as he pumped into her, punctuating every thrust into her body with a hot grind of his hips that hit her c.l.i.t in just the right place. The sensations built, white noise roared in her ears, and her body gripped his, trying to unsuccessfully to hold him in place as he took her soaring.

Without warning, he reached between them and pinched her c.l.i.t between his fingers. "Come, Riley. Now."

Her body responded to his command. She screamed and blew apart, pulsating waves of light and sensation taking her over. Her o.r.g.a.s.m swept through her, clearly triggering his.

"Oh yeah." His hips slammed into hers, once, twice, and on the third time, his loud shout echoed in her ears as he came.

Ian's brain buzzed, overloaded with sensation as awareness returned. Still buried deep inside Riley's warm body, her p.u.s.s.y clamping tightly around him, he was in heaven and would do anything to keep her in his life.

Especially since his possessive feelings only grew each time she welcomed him inside her slick body. "You okay, sweetness?" He lifted his head and brushed her damp hair off her face.

She forced her beautiful blue eyes open. "That was incredible."

He laughed. "I was right there with you." With regret, he eased out of her and went to his private bathroom, returning to see her smooth her skirt down over her s.e.xy legs.

She looked up, a pink flush on her cheeks. "I can't believe we did it in your office."

A swell of stupid masculine pride filled him at the reminder. "You can d.a.m.ned well plan to do it here again," he informed her, in case she was thinking this was a one-shot deal.

"We'll see." She raised an eyebrow at his dominant tone then turned to grab her purse.

"Wise guy." He reached out and smacked her a.s.s.

She spun toward him, lips parted in surprise. But her eyes also dilated, telling him all he needed to know.

"Come home with me tonight," he said, wanting more time. A quick f.u.c.k in his office wasn't enough. He wanted hours to talk to her, listen to what she had to say, and then devour every inch of her delicious body.

But she shook her head, dispelling his plans. "I don't want everyone to see us coming to the office together tomorrow and know I'm sleeping with you."

"I don't give a d.a.m.n who knows about us." This was the first time he'd wanted a relationship, and she was shooting him down.

He was in over his head and wasn't afraid to admit it. Remembering she needed him to hear her and listen, he forced a mental step back. "Why are you so against us?"

She frowned at him. "It's not us I'm against, it's how it looks. I just started here. If I arrive with you in your Porsche tomorrow, everyone will think you gave me the job because we're having s.e.x. Dylan already knows because you all but threatened him if he touched me."

He scowled at the mention of the other man's name, but he didn't miss the sharp edge of panic in Riley's voice and knew he had to back off.

He'd spent the last few days struggling with uncertainty, a feeling he wasn't familiar with. But until he'd known how badly he'd blown things with her, he'd been on edge. Seeing her in his office, having her come to him, he knew he was d.a.m.ned lucky to be getting another chance. He might not know what the h.e.l.l he was doing when it came to relationships, but he knew he didn't want to lose her for good.

Listening to her cues seemed like the best place to start. "Okay, fine."

She met his gaze, a stunned expression on her face followed by an appreciative smile.

His heartbeat sped up at the sight.

"Want to get dinner?" she asked, giving an invitation he hadn't expected.

"Sounds like a plan. And since you're willing to be seen with me, how about coming to the Juvenile Diabetes Fundraiser with me on Sat.u.r.day night?" Why not push when he had an opening? "The team donates to the cause, and my whole family attends."

She narrowed her gaze. "It means a formal dress and heels, doesn't it?" she asked on a groan.

He took that as a yes and grinned.

He knew d.a.m.ned well he'd been given a second chance and planned to make the most of it.

For him, this woman was the whole package. Intelligent, funny, and she warmed him in places that had long been cold. Not to mention, she didn't take his c.r.a.p, which he admired; his money didn't impress her, which told him if she was sticking around, there must be something more about him she liked.

A d.a.m.ned good thing, since he liked her too.

The last thing Riley expected was for Olivia to invite her to go shopping for a dress to wear on Sat.u.r.day night. She suspected that Ian had put his sister up to it, but since Riley didn't have anything except the red dress she'd worn the night she'd met Ian, and Olivia promised she had a place that would alter dresses quickly, Riley readily agreed. She also needed the distraction from her father's message and the hang-ups that continued to haunt her at home.

They left work midday on Friday and headed to a boutique off Collins Avenue. Although Riley had window-shopped in the area once or twice, she couldn't afford to buy anything here, but before she could mention her concern, Olivia whipped out a black credit card.

"Gotta love when my brother's feeling generous," she said with a grin.

"That's great for you but-"

"You think he's doing this just for me?" Olivia paused in the middle of the sidewalk, causing people to stop short and swerve around them as they walked.

She raised her Chanel sungla.s.ses and met Riley's gaze. "This is for you. I'm just getting a side benefit. And before you argue with me, we're here, so we're going through with it."

A warm, fuzzy feeling floated through her, but the objection came just as quickly. "I can't accept-"

"Yes, you can. You aren't denying me this. Come on." Olivia grabbed Riley's hand and pulled her out of the oppressive heat and into the cool, air-conditioned store.

Over the next hour, Riley said I can't accept this so many times it had become her mantra for the day, but Olivia a.s.sured her she had to or risk insulting Ian, who'd never gone out of his way for a woman who wasn't in his family before. Olivia insisted that Riley meant something to her brother, and Riley wanted to believe her.

So in the end, although the money was never far from her mind, Riley did as Olivia instructed-she let go and enjoyed. How could she not, when Olivia was fun and happy and her att.i.tude was contagious?