Chapter 7

Two weeks since Gage and Marina's wedding

Hey."

I'm glancing at my phone, but the sound of Bryn's voice makes me stop short. My eyes widen in surprise when I find her in my office, sitting behind my desk in full-on assistant mode.

Not that I think of her as my assistant anymore. No way. She's my business partner and she knows it. She has her own office and manages the administrative assistant plus organizes the winery's social events.

But at this very moment, having her back in my office, looking like she does, it's taking me right back to when she worked under me. How bad I wanted to keep her under me... but not to work. Oh, no.

More like keep her under me in bed. Naked.

I let my gaze wander all over her, drinking her in slowly. She's got her hair pulled back into a long braid, wispy dark strands frame her face, reminding me of the way she wore her hair the first time I saw her after the famous Ivy-and-Marina makeover. She's wearing a sleeveless black dress that emphasizes the lush curve of her breasts and leaves her long slender arms exposed, a delicate silver bracelet around her wrist.

She looks... stunning.

"What are you doing sitting behind my desk, Miss James?" I shut the door behind me and turn the lock, ensuring no one will bust in on us. I can't remember the last time we fooled around at work, especially once we moved in together and it was no longer really necessary.

Not that it was ever really necessary to get it on at work but... yeah. It sure as hell was a lot of fun. So I like the direction Bryn is going now.

A lot.

"Why, I have good news, Mr. DeLuca. Tremendous news, in fact. I couldn't wait to share, so I thought I'd wait in your office for your return from the vineyards. You don't mind, do you?" She folds her hands on top of my desk and smiles at me, again reminding me strongly of those first few agonizing months I worked with her. How badly I wanted her.

How I deprived myself of her since I knew our relationship would be viewed as inappropriate. I was her freaking boss.

Yet here I am, now her freaking boyfriend. Glad I pushed past my worries. Then I wouldn't have this amazing woman in my life.

"Of course I don't mind." Like I would. And she knows it. "So what's the good news?" I ask as I approach my desk.

I stop by her side, and she turns in the chair so she's still facing me. The skirt of her dress is short, hitting her about mid-thigh and offering me a glimpse of slender flesh. My gaze locks there for a bit too long, and she clears her throat, drawing my attention back to her face.

"Well, we have four weddings lined up so far," she says, beaming at me.

Ah, yes. I relented the night of Gage's reception, finally giving in to her request that we advertise our event facility. Within twenty-four hours of agreeing, she showed me a few mockups of print advertising, which just went to show me that she was bound and determined to make it happen, no matter what it took.

That's one of my favorite things about Bryn. All that steely determination in such a sexy package.

"Four already, huh?" I smile at her, loving how pleased she looks. "That's great."

"It is. And I collected deposits from all four of them too," she says, her expression going the slightest bit cocky. "This is going to be an excellent source of extra income, you know."

"I know." I lean over her, resting my hands on the arms of the chair, blocking her in. "It's going to be a huge success, I'm sure."

She smirks. "I'm sure too."

I brush my face against her hair, breathing in her distinct floral scent. A little hum of pleasure escapes her when I nuzzle her cheek with my nose, then press my lips against her cheek. "Why are you so incredibly smart?" I ask.

"I've been hanging out with you too long," she replies.

Jerking away, I stare at her, hating that she puts herself down. Why does she still do that? "This has nothing to do with me and everything to do with you, Bryn. You don't give yourself enough credit."

Her smile fades and her gaze dims. She offers up a little shrug. "You know how I am."

"Yeah, I do," I say vehemently. "You're too humble. You act like all the great things you do are by accident or whatever. You accomplish so much." I shake the chair arms, startling her. "You're amazing, Bryn. I wish you could actually see that."

She licks her lips and gives me a tremulous smile. "You make me feel amazing," she admits softly.

"You do the same for me." I grip the chair arms and brace myself as I move in to kiss her, again and again. Simple little brushes of my mouth against hers. "I love you," I whisper against her lips. "So damn much. And I believe in you. I wish you could believe in yourself just as much." I want to reassure her. Convince her how fucking unbelievable she is. Try to make her see how much I love her, how much she means to me.

How much I need her.

I'm completely surrounded by Matt, and I love it. He looks so good in his white button-down shirt and dark jeans, smelling of the outdoors, his hair a little mussed, his skin burnished from the sun. His mouth is on mine, firm and insistent as he continues to kiss me. I part my lips, his tongue delving inside, meeting mine, and a little moan escapes me at first contact, a riot of butterflies seeming to flutter just beneath my skin.

"I love you too," I say when we break apart. Our breathing is accelerated, and I stare at his mouth, wishing it was back on mine. He reaches for me, his hands gripping my waist as he plucks me from the chair and places me on the edge of the desk.

He settles in his chair directly in front of me and reaches beneath my skirt, his hands gently gripping the inside of my knees as he slowly spreads my legs apart. "Remember that time I fucked you on my desk?" he asks, his eyes full of wicked intent.

A shiver moves through me at his choice of words and the memories. There have been plenty of times when we've messed around in his office. We've always been so hot for each other, especially at the beginning of our relationship...

We'd just started dating and he'd pulled me into the office, locking the door behind us. I'd been facing the desk, and Matt had pushed me forward over it, taking me from behind. I quickly discovered he liked it that way, which was unbelievably hot. But he likes sex pretty much any way, as long as the two of us are involved.

He's done amazing things, that Matthew DeLuca. Always making me feel wanted and boosting my ego.

"From what I remember, you've fucked me on your desk a couple of times." I reach out and trace my fingers down the front of his shirt, along the row of buttons. I slip the top one undone, and then the next, my gaze locked on his chest as his skin is slowly revealed behind every button that comes free. "You did lock the door, right?"

Matt chuckles, massaging my inner thighs with the tips of his fingers. "Oh yeah. Because I definitely plan on fucking you on this desk again."

I finish unbuttoning his shirt and push it off his shoulders. He takes over, shaking it off so it lands on the floor, and I'm confronted with a wall of solid masculine flesh. I love how he's built. All broad shoulders and firm muscle, the faintest amount of hair at the center of his chest—he's beautiful. Warmth radiates from his skin, and his scent wraps all around me as I inhale deeply, breathing him in.

He's addictive. Intoxicating. I can't get enough of this man.

"We need to hurry," I whisper before I press my lips to his chest, just above his right pectoral. "I have a meeting in fifteen minutes."

"I'm afraid you're going to miss it," Matt says as he pushes the fabric of my skirt up until my thighs are completely exposed. "Or at the very least, you'll be late. I'm sure your business partner won't mind though."

"My partner is supposed to be in this meeting too so we can't miss it. And we really shouldn't be late." I reach for the waistband of his jeans and slowly undo his fly. "The people meeting with us are known to be very punctual."

"Damn," Matt mutters, shaking his head. He stands, grabs hold of my waist, and pulls me to the very edge of the desk so my ass is half hanging off. "Guess I'll have to make it quick then."

His mouth returns to mine before I can say another word, his punishing kiss deep and hot and wet. I wrap my arms around his neck, gasping when he reaches for my panties. We make quick work of each other's clothes, hands and mouths everywhere, and his erection probing at my entry within seconds.

"Please," I whimper, spreading my legs as wide as I can. "Matt. I need you." I feel greedy. Empty without him inside me.

He doesn't answer. He doesn't have to. Matt pulls me forward as he thrusts, his cock imbedding deep. I lean back and rest my hands on the desk, wishing I was completely naked, wishing I could feel every blessed inch of him against me.

But this is going to be quick. Fast and easy and delicious and wicked. I watch him as he starts to move, his expression pained, his movements deliberate. He always puts such care into what we do, and I love it. I love him. I'm overwhelmed with the emotion that I have for this man, and I close my eyes. Losing myself in the way he rocks against me over and over, filling me completely, his hands everywhere at once.

"So beautiful," he murmurs, his voice deep and thick with tension like it usually is just before he climaxes. "I love you so much, Bryn. I can't get enough of you."

"Yes," I whisper, cracking my eyes open to find him watching me. "I love you too, Matt."

"I wanna make you come," he mutters as he starts to move faster, his breathing choppy as he hovers above me.

"Make me come, Matt. Touch me," I whisper, urging him on, loving the appreciative growl he gives in response to my provoking words.

He touches my clit, circles it with his thumb before he presses hard. I concentrate on the way he moves inside of me, how thick he feels, the friction that's created between us like we're trying to spark a fire. I feel like we really could almost light a blaze, the attraction is so strong.

Murmuring encouragement, he circles my clit harder as he increases his pace. I move with him, desperate to find that delicious feeling again. Matt is the only one who can make me feel so good, so right. So completely, utterly myself.

I was never comfortable in my own skin; not until I met Matt.

"Don't stop," I say, my breath hitching when he touches me in a particular way, in a particular spot. "Just like that," I encourage, whimpering with every stroke of his fingers, every stroke of his tongue. "Oh God, Matt. Please..."

"Come for me, Bryn," he commands as if he knows just how close I am. I explode, my entire body wracking with shudders as the orgasm takes me completely over. I shudder and shake in his arms lifting away from the desk, so I can grip him and hold him close. He lets me but never slows his pace, pushing again and again until he's the one who's shouting and coming inside of me so hard, I swear at one point I'm afraid he's going to collapse on top of me, and I won't be able to move ever again.

"Well," he says a few minutes later. "That was... good."

I start to laugh. "More than good."

"We're good for each other," he says softly, his fingers threading through my already mussed-up hair. "Don't you think?"

"I don't think, I know." I smile and snuggle close to him, loving how cherished he makes me feel, how much he loves me. "I love you, Matt. I'm glad you crossed the line and decided to pursue me."

Now it's his turn to laugh. "I love you too. And I'm real fucking glad I decided to cross that line. I owe a lot of my pursuit to Ivy and Marina."

"I know. The makeover and all that." Those girls worked their hardest to put the two of us together and for that, I'll be forever grateful to them.

"Not just that. They talked you up before the makeover," he says, shocking me. "Once they nabbed their men, they decided I needed someone too. Which means I'm the one who won that damn bet, and I intend to finally collect."

Oh God, the bet. How could I forget? I assume Archer and Gage wish Matt would forget about it. "When are you going to collect? And how?"

"I already put in a call to both of those jackasses and made my request." When I remain quiet, he sighs. "I asked them to donate the amount to their favorite charity and be done with it."

"Awww." I kiss him, loving how thoughtful he is. Someday I am definitely going to marry this man. "You're the best, you know that?"

"No, you are. Seriously." He rests his hand against my cheek, forcing me to stare into his eyes. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Bryn. You helped me turn my life around. Helped me find love. I owe it all to you."

"Matt." My voice trembles and we kiss, his lips lingering on mine. "I love you." I can't say it enough.

"I love you too. You're mine, Bryn. You're stuck with me." He grins. "I hope you don't mind."

I wouldn't have it any other way.