Brandon’s POV
June tilted her head up, her smile soft and sated. “No.” she admitted
June’s soft warmth lingered against me as we lay tangled in the sheets, her breath still uneven from our earlier round. I’d barely caught my own breath, my body humming with the afterglow, when she stirred, reaching for her tablet on the nightstand. I groaned, tugging her back playfully. “Seriously? You’re checking emails now?”
“Just a sec,” she mumbled, her voice drowsy but determined, already tapping away. I propped myself on an elbow, watching her scroll, her face illuminated by the screen’s glow. She looked adorable like that–hair mussed, wearing nothing but my t–shirt again- and I was about to pull her back under me when her eyes widened.
“Brandon!” she squeaked, dropping the tablet and launching herself at me. I barely had time to brace myself before she tackled me, her arms wrapping around my neck as she landed in my lap. “I got into Stark Group! They accepted me!”
She was practically bouncing, her grin infectious, and I laughed, catching her before she toppled us both off the bed. “Whoa, easy there,” I said, steadying her. Her excitement was a live wire, sparking through me, and I couldn’t help but grin back. “I knew you’d nail it, June. I’m proud of you.”
She beamed, her hands cupping my face as she leaned in close, her voice bubbling over. “Oh my God, I can’t believe it!” She paused, squinting at me suspiciously. “Wait. You didn’t pull any strings, did you?”
I chuckled, grabbing her hand and pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “Me? Never. I told you, you’re brilliant. Stark Group would’ve been crazy not to take you.” I tugged her closer, my lips brushing hers. “Any company would.”
June giggled, a little smug now, but then she glanced at the clock and sighed. “It’s late, though. I should sleep–big day tomorrow, right? First day at work with you.”
“Mm–hmm,” I agreed, but my hands had other ideas, slipping under that t–shirt to graze her waist.
Her skin was still warm, soft from earlier, and I felt myself stirring again, my cock twitching at the thought of her. “But it’s not that late…”
“Brandon!” She yelped, swatting my hand as it wandered higher. “What are you doing? I said sleep!”
“And this is me helping you sleep.” I corrected, smirking as I scooped her up, lifting her effortlessly. She squealed, her arms flailing before clinging to my neck, and I turned her to face me, her legs dangling.
“Brandon Stark, you-!” Her protest dissolved into a laugh as I carried her back to the bed, her forehead bumping mine. “It’s too late for this!”
“Never too late to celebrate,” I murmured, laying her down and climbing over her. She huffed, but her eyes were spai.
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I kissed her–slow, deep, teasing–she didn’t push me away. My hands roamed, peeling that t–shirt off her again, and soon enough, we were lost in round two. She was all soft moans and playful shoves, and I made sure she felt every bit of my pride–and desire- until we collapsed, spent and tangled, her laughter fading into sleepy murmurs.
The next morning, I was up first, brushing my teeth and leaning against the bathroom door, feeling smug as hell. June, meanwhile, was a sight–rubbing her sore waist as she crawled out of bed, barefoot and scowling at me like I’d committed some grand crime. Her hair was a mess, her glare half–hearted, and I couldn’t help but grin.
June, shoes, I said, nodding at the slippers by the bed.
She froze, a flicker of warmth crossing her face, but it didn’t last. She huffed, hands on her hips, and shot me a look. “Brandon, I swear, next time you say ‘just one more,‘ I’m locking you out of this room.”
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I raised an eyebrow, rinsing my toothbrush. “Not my fault you’re irresistible. I’m just a man, June. You can’t blame me for stamina.”
*Stamina?” She snorted, limping toward the bathroom, “You’re a machine. I’m calling it–tonight, you’re banished. No main bedroom,
no me.
I stepped aside as she shoved past me, but I caught the flush on her cheeks. “My mistake,” I said, holding up my hands in mock surrender. “I’ll be gentle tonight, promise. Scout’s honor.”
“Tonight?” she squeaked, whirling around with toothpaste in hand,here’s no tonight! You’re impossible!*
I just smiled, leaning in to kiss her forehead before she could dodge. Get ready. I’ll make breakfast. You’ve got a big day ahead, Mrs.
Stark.”
She grumbled something under her breath, but the fight was gone, replaced by that resigned little smile she always got when I wore her down. I headed downstairs, leaving her to fuss over her first–day outfit. By the time she came down, I had coffee brewing and pancakes on the table, and she shuffled in, looking sheepish.
“I, uh, didn’t want to overdo it,” she said, tugging at the hem of a simple sweater paired with a light coat. It was understated but elegant, and she looked… well, stunning. Nervous, too, fidgeting with her hair as she glanced at me. “What do you think?”
I didn’t say anything at first, just let my eyes linger, taking her in. Finally, I nodded, a slow smile spreading. “You look like you’re about to own that place. Which you will.”
She relaxed, a shy grin breaking through, and slid into the chair across from me. “Thanks, Brandon. For breakfast–and everything.”
“Anytime,” I said, pushing a plate her way. “Now eat. We’ve got work to do.”
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