With Abandon: With or Without, Book 4

about those sexy dark-blue wolf eyes and the blissed-out expression—half-dazed, half-surprised—
    Matt always made before he climaxed. He’d gotten so wound up when they’d jerked each other off that
    he’d sunk his teeth into Aubrey’s deltoid. It had healed, since it was two hours ago, but the memory had kept him horny all morning.
    He sighed and turned back to his laptop. This wasn’t a way to be productive, but daydreaming about
    Matt when he wasn’t around was habit-forming.
    Where was Carson with the coffee? Aubrey sniffed, not smelling his EA or Starbucks. Carson was
    probably flirting with the barista boys. Good thing there wasn’t a coffee shop in the hotel, Aubrey would never get his assistant to work. Or maybe he’d get his coffee faster. Hmmm…now there was an idea, a
    coffee bar right in the hotel. It was trendy, catered to young as well as old and was another source of revenue.
    After putting his glasses back on, Aubrey opened Safari and typed in coffee shops. Who did he know
    in that business? Obviously it would raise the cost of the renovations, but it might be worth it.
    The chime rang indicating he had a text.
    Digging into his coat pocket, he retrieved his phone, feeling all warm inside when he saw the message
    was from Matt.
    aced my eng. exam, the message read.
    Oh, a celebration was in order for tonight. They’d have a nice big dinner, something for dessert and
    then spend the rest of the night naked. Or maybe they’d get naked first, then dinner, then naked, then
    dessert and naked again. Aubrey rubbed his cock through his slacks. Naked was definitely on the agenda.
    Now that he’d had Matt he didn’t think he’d ever get enough.
    Aubrey groaned. His erection wasn’t going away anytime soon if he kept thinking like that. Matt was
    inspiring. Not just that, he was uplifting, pun intended. No matter what else was going on with pack and work, the thought of his mate made him smile.
    With Abandon
    Aubrey texted back, congrats. knew u could do it. 2night we celebrate.
    Matt responded with, yep. we celebrate u being promoted 2 alpha 2.
    Aubrey set his phone down and went back to his computer. He didn’t even want to think about taking
    over the pack. What he wanted at the moment was to congratulate Matt in person. A celebratory kiss would really hit the spot right about now. Maybe he’d have Carson buy Matt something, like gourmet chocolates, to celebrate his success. Matt had a sweet tooth. Aubrey had found that out the hard way the other night.
    He’d gone to get a piece of chocolate out of his stash—that he’d hidden from Tara—only to learn that Matt had found it. Matt made Tara look like an amateur when it came to decimating chocolate stashes.
    Picking up his phone to send his missing assistant a message, Aubrey caught a familiar scent. “Son of
    a bitch.” Maybe that was why Carson was MIA. Had he seen Boskie from across the street and decided to
    hang out in the coffee shop? Aubrey set his phone down and listened.
    Boskie’s anger was obvious, not just from his scent, but his heavy footfalls. A confrontation was
    about to commence whether Aubrey wanted one or not. He supposed this finally answered the question of
    whether Boskie knew Carson was Aubrey’s new assistant.
    The door banged open.
    Aubrey took his glasses off and leaned back in his chair, crossing his hands over his abdomen. He’d
    like to kick Boskie’s ass for the rudeness. Not only was he the man’s boss but his Alpha as well. Who the fuck did Boskie think he was? He definitely needed to be put in his place.
    “Where is he?” Adding to his rudeness, Boskie strode forward, planted his hands on Aubrey’s desk
    and glowered down at him.
    “Who?” Aubrey wasn’t going to make this easy. “I assume you have a very good reason for your
    disrespect?”
    “Don’t fuck with me. Where’s Carson?” He looked around before sticking his nose in the air and
    inhaling. “Whatever he told you is a lie. I demand you fire him this instant, or you will sorely regret it.”
    It took every bit of self-control Aubrey had not to react. He’d be damned if a lower-ranking wolf gave
    him orders. He gave all of himself to his pack and employees. He expected at least a measure of respect in return. Only his knowledge that restraint and composure spoke of power more than giving into the
    emotional urge to do violence kept him rooted in his seat.
    Giving the man a chance to compose himself and a few seconds to