I was two hours late, and the look Dan gave me could have curdled cheese, but I knew he wouldn’t say anything. My sixty-hour work weeks made it possible for him to stay afloat, and he was smart enough to leave me alone when I needed the occasional hour or two. “How was Beefaroni?” he muttered from behind his computer screen. “What?” I was distracted, my ability to engage in repartee with Dan cut off by the endorphins staging a fiesta in my brain. He sighed, disgusted that I was late and loopy as hell. “Nothing. Please call Joseph Trimble over at AFC. He’s emailed me for that damn hedge fund prospectus half a dozen times, and I’m running out of excuses.” “’Kay,” I mumbled, stuffing my purse in my desk drawer. While I was leaning down, I noticed a light bruise, the exact shape of Jack’s thumb, on the inside of my arm. I stared at it for a second, mesmerized. He’d held me so tightly, pumped me so savagely…my entire body throbbed with the memory.
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