Falling for Fate by Caisey Quinn

looked away. She recognized him too, then. Good.
    “As many of you know, the marketing department is not only responsible for figuring out how to best project Maxwell Medical’s image to the public, but also for implementing the necessary changes needed to do so.”
    God, she was beautiful.
    She went on about the benefits of reducing the number of services they outsourced and bringing them in-house. He heard Gwen’s voice as she began to detail the cost-benefit analysis of advertising they were doing so, but Dean had left the room. Well, his mind had. In his mind, Fate Buchanan was writhing underneath him, warm and pliant in his strong hands. Her whimpered moans were so loud that they reverberated around the room in surround sound.
    “You okay, son?” his dad leaned over and whispered.
    He nodded without taking his eyes from her. She wouldn’t even look at him. Probably for the best. His dick was throbbing enough as it was.
    “Thank you all for your time. We look forward to working with each and every one of you to ensure the success of Maxwell Medical. As our soon-to-be CFO mentioned, this company is on a path of excellence that we’re committed to as well. Thank you.” Gwen stared at him as she spoke.
    He could feel her waiting for his acknowledgement. But he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the woman he wanted more than air. The fantasies he’d thought had died when she’d disappeared back in June were alive and well.
    An elbow shoved hard into his ribs startled him back to the present.
    “What the—” he whispered at Keaton.
    “She’ll be able to file sexual harassment charges if you don’t stop eye-fucking her,” Keaton whispered back.
    He nodded his understanding and used every ounce of self-control he had to look away from her as she took her seat. His dad said some stuff—he had no fucking clue what—but everyone began gathering their things and standing to leave.
    He grabbed his bottle of water to take another drink, but the damn thing was empty. She passed by as he stood, her knee-length, gray dress hugging her firm curves as she walked. The pearls she wore fell just low enough to draw his attention to the swells of her breasts. He knew exactly how well they fit in his hands. And his mouth. His eyes wandered down her smooth legs to the black stilettos she had on. She was the perfect combination of professional and please-come-fuck-me.
    A few people stopped to shake hands and welcome him to the team. He tried his best to engage and say thank you. He had to get the hell out of there before anyone took notice of his raging erection. Or more importantly, before he grabbed the newest member of the marketing team and fucked her on the conference table for everyone to see.
    He’d spent three months fantasizing about making her scream his name. Seeing her again, even after a whole summer had passed, had those fantasies begging him to make them a reality.

“W as it me, or was our new CFO picturing you naked during our entire presentation?”
    Fate grabbed her friend’s arm as they headed into the bullpen area they shared with four other marketing assistants. “Shh. Lower your voice.”
    It was bad enough that this was actually happening. Having to explain it to her roommate—the only friend she’d made so far in New York—was going to make it even worse.
    Super-slutty slut here screwed a random guy on the beach who happens to be our new boss. Surprise!
    She was already planning to do an online search of all the other companies in the area who might be hiring as soon as humanly possible.
    Gwen leaned in closer. “He was, wasn’t he? I told you that dress would be hot on you.”
    Fate tried to gather her thoughts and breathe normally. “It’s more complicated than that.”
    He’d been wearing a suit that probably cost as much as her apartment, but she kept picturing him pulling a black, fitted T-shirt over his head and baring that tan, muscular body of his. She happened to know that he had an