With Abandon: With or Without, Book 4

got him alone.
    Matt wasn’t going to be one of those guys who thought with their dicks.
    Matt chuckled nervously. “Should we be insulted or honored?”
    He owed Tara one.

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    Chapter Seven
    With a raging boner that was becoming his normal state, Aubrey stared at his laptop screen without
    really seeing it. Keeping away from Matt plain sucked. He kept remembering Matt playing with him and
    calling him shorty. Aubrey grinned. No one called him short. Not that he had a Napoleon complex or
    anything, but given who he was, the power he wielded in business and in his pack, people just didn’t do it.
    It hadn’t fazed Matt though. It was refreshing and made Aubrey’s chest swell with pride. No wonder
    Aubrey had gotten carried away and practically molested Matt in the middle of the living room floor.
    Gawd, his prick ached just thinking about it.
    Aubrey turned his chair to stare out the window behind him. The way Matt had looked at him, so open
    and in awe like he could see through everything right into Aubrey’s very soul, had made something in
    Aubrey snap. That look could be dangerous. He wanted that. Even knowing it couldn’t be permanent, he
    longed to have someone who understood him so well.
    Matt had forgotten all about wanting to wait last night. Oh boy had he. Aubrey rubbed his prick
    through the thin pinstriped suit pants. Had Tee not been there to shoot him in the ear, he was certain he and Matt would have been naked in a matter of minutes. Matt had been a wild man, pressing up against Aubrey, moaning into his mouth and clawing at his back. Aubrey shivered. God help him when he finally got his
    mate in bed. They’d both go up in flames.
    A soft knock rapped on the door.
    Aubrey jerked his hand away from himself. Man, he was going to have to find some time alone this
    evening. It wasn’t like him to be this wound up at work. In fact, he’d been here three hours and hadn’t accomplished a damned thing. “Come in.”
    The door cracked open and Eleanor, the assistant manager of the Atlanta Buchanan where Aubrey’s
    office was housed, peeked in. “There’s a package for you. It was left at the front desk. The concierge
    signed for it.” She came forward, holding out a small cardboard box toward him. “I also have some
    messages. The operator has been directing your calls to me.” She laid several pink slips of paper on his desk as she passed the package to him.
    “Oh, that was fast.” Aubrey smiled, already knowing what was in the box. He’d ordered it late last
    night with next-day delivery, but he’d expected it to be sometime tonight when the package arrived.
    “If you’ll give me a few tips, I can make appointments for you. I’ve had several calls in that regard
    today. Something about the renovations?”
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    Oh man, he needed to hire a new assistant. Eleanor had been doing things for him since his EA quit. It
    wasn’t fair for her to have to do two full-time jobs. “Remind me to give you a bonus.”
    She smiled. “I can do that.”
    Aubrey chuckled. “Don’t worry about the appointments. Just have the front desk take messages and
    I’ll call them all back.”
    “Will do. Let me know if you need anything.” With a wave, she left his office, closing the door
    behind her.
    Aubrey pulled his top drawer open and found a letter opener. Putting the box into his lap, he cut the
    tape. What would Matt think of this? He liked gadgets. He’d used the towel warmer every day since
    Aubrey showed it to him, and he constantly fiddled with the automatic hand sanitizer dispenser in the
    kitchen. Matt had the most germ-free hands in Georgia.
    The door opened and clicked shut immediately.
    Aubrey jerked his attention from his task, just as the scent of fear sucker-punched him.
    Carson plastered his back against the door. He was dressed as elegantly as ever, without a hair out of
    place, but his face was drawn and there were bags under his eyes. The feeling of impending doom skittered up Aubrey’s neck. What was Carson doing here in Atlanta again this soon? He lived and worked in Macon.
    Hadn’t Aubrey told him to call in sick?
    “Are you okay?”
    Taking a deep breath, Carson nodded. “I know you told me to call in today too and I did, but I had to
    go to my office and get some stuff.”
    “And?” This didn’t sound good.
    “And he cornered me.”
    Aubrey was beginning to wonder about Boskie’s sanity. Then again, maybe it was just balls.