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enough to leave a bruise, but he shuddered against her, his ass clenching as he froze, deep inside, pulsing softly. He was silent as he came, his breath panting, his thrusts locked into the deepest parts of her, barely more than thin, slow pulses. His forehead rested on her shoulder for a long moment, and she stroked her fingers down his shoulders, his neck, running them through his close cropped hair. Every few breaths, he’d turn his face to the side and press a light kiss against her neck; every single time, her pulse jumped.
     
    Zoey’s mind was in over drive. What in the world was she doing? Alex Blankenship was a charmer, everyone agreed about that, but he wasn’t the sort of guy who settled down, any more than his father had been. He made her every nerve ending stand up and salute, but what was she going to get from this long term, other than a broken heart? Because she could easily fall for a guy who promised to take care of her after he came, and who gave her delicate little kisses on the pulse of her throat. Meanwhile, she was just another conquest for him. The only reason she saw him again today was because of the interview. Otherwise, he would have just been a happy memory. It would be smart to remember that.
     
    So when he pulled back from her, rolling the condom off and tossing it into the trash, she slipped off the desk and retrieved her panties and skirt. He had tucked himself away and was zipping up his pants, and glanced at her, his hands going still. “I—thought—”
     
    And then Zoey saw the moment where he collected himself and nodded quietly at her. “Of course. I’m sorry. The interview. You came for an interview.”
     
    He was an entirely different person when he was being the CEO. It was shocking to see. She didn’t know many people in their age group who could have managed the transition with that much ease. “It’s not you,” she lied through her teeth, because she needed to say something. “You’ve just been very clear. You do casual. You do poly. That’s awesome. I can manage casual when I don’t know someone, but I—I don’t think casual would last right now, for me, and you don’t do not casual.”
     
    “Ah,” he said. He sat down on the desk, where he’d been just a few moments before. Zoey zipped up her skirt and fished her tablet out of her bag. She tried to the heat out of her cheeks—it was bad enough that she was still flushed from the unresolved arousal—but that was a battle she hadn’t won any time she could remember. “And who is it who says I don’t do casual.”
     
    “You said, last night.” She cleared her throat, trying to push the snippy tone away. It wouldn’t help her get the interview, and that was what she needed to focus on. The interview, and her career, not the way she could still taste him, salty and strong, on the back of her tongue. “I was sorry to hear about the loss of your father,” she said, slipping into her reporter tone without another word.
     
    He crossed his arms and nodded briefly. “Yes, his loss is a great one to my family, to AEGIS, and to the business community at large.”
     
    “Do you think that his loss will change the direction of AEGIS?”
     
    “It’s hard to say at this juncture,” he said. God, he sounded like he was reading from a press release. She was fucking this up so badly. “Whenever any company loses its CEO, the entire company needs to reevaluate its direction as part of the process of moving forward. At this time, however, AEGIS has no plans to change the cornerstones of its business practices.”
     
    “Do you miss him?” It wasn’t one of the questions she’d planned on asking, and the words just slipped out. It was her fault that the CEO was standing in front of her, instead of the kind, sweet lover that she’d met before, and she wanted him back.
     
    “He was my father,” Alex said, his eyes narrowing.
     
    “Yes, but—”
     
    “He was mine,” he said again, emphasizing the