Unleash Me, Vol. 1 (Unleash Me, Annihilate Me Series) by Christina Ross

touched his glass against mine.   Then he sat next to me, which, because
of his size, lifted my end of the sofa a good three inches.
    “ Tell
me everything, ” he
said.
    I did.
    “ Are
you going to be able to do it? ”
    “ What
choice do I have?   I have to do it. ”
    “ I ’ m disappointed in
Alex.   I thought for sure he ’ d fire him after that. ”
    “ Boss
has given him a solid and successful twelve years.   Alex is a businessman.   He might consider this a blip.   He might be giving Boss a pass because
of all of his years of service and all of the successes Boss has handed to
Wenn.   But what do I know?   Right now, that ’ s all I ’ ve got — and
it doesn ’ t
offend me.   I don ’ t want or expect
special treatment from anyone.   That ’ s not who I am — you
know that.   So, will I meet my
contract?   Absolutely. ”
    “ Maybe
it ’ s a
good thing that Alex, Jennifer, and I are going to Singapore, ” he
said after taking a sip of his beer.   “ You
won ’ t
be as distracted that way. ”
    Earlier, I ’ d thought the same
thing, but I ’ d
never say that to him.   I was torn
about him leaving, even if it was only for two weeks.   I already knew that I ’ d miss him
terribly.   In fact, just thinking
about him being gone — regardless
of how long he ’ d
be away — made
me cherish my time with him now even more.
    “ I
wish you weren ’ t
going, ” I
said.
    “ I
wish I wasn ’ t
either.   I also wish I could punch
Boss in the face before I leave.   You know I don ’ t
like him.   He ’ s a snake. ”
    I smiled at that and put my hand on
his thigh.   “ If you did punch him,
what good would that do? ”
    “ I
don ’ t
know?   Maybe a deep sense of
satisfaction for me? ”
    I took a long swallow of my martini,
lifted my nearly empty martini glass to him, and said, “ How about if I give
you some deep satisfaction, instead? ”
    He looked over at me.   “ What did you have in mind? ”
    “ What
I promised earlier.   Tonight, I take
control. ”   I cracked my neck and shook out my
hands.   “ I have a whole lot of
frustration to work out, Tank.   I ’ ve had one shitty
day.   I have to rewrite my book for
that son-of-a-bitch editor of mine, and I ’ m about to lose my boyfriend for two weeks.   Does that suck?   Oh, you know it sucks.   For me, it ’ s the worst.   And because of all that?   I
have enough fire in me right now to make this room implode — though
hopefully you ’ ll
survive if that happens.   Not that I
can promise you that.   Are you game? ”
    “ Oh,
I ’ m
game. ”
    Wordlessly, we put our drinks on the
coffee table, and then I pulled him toward me, swung one of my legs around his
lap, and straddled him.   I held his
face in my hands and we kissed deeply.   My tongue darted into his mouth and his into mine, and I knew from the
passion of that one kiss that all bets were off for the rest of the night.
    We stood, rather clumsily at first
because we were entwined in each other ’ s arms, and then I led him across the living room to his
bedroom.   There, the city glowed in
the windows just beyond the bed.   I
turned to him, he moved closer to me, and then his mouth met mine again.   We kissed.
    Only this time, it was a different
sort of kiss.   This time, it was
rougher than it had been in the living room.   My hands snaked down his torso to his
hips, I cupped his bulge with my hand, and I teased him by stroking it.   He lowered his head to my breasts,
kissed the tips of them, and then pressed himself hard against me, inflaming
me.   I could feel his erection throbbing
so hard against my palm that right now?   Right now, none of this was moving fast enough for me.
    Tank turned me around and started to
remove my clothes, his lips kissing each area of newly exposed skin.   I shuddered at the roughness of his
shaved chin against me, the warm breath and moist tongue against my back, the
strong hands working their way