His eyes widened. "No. I mean, it would be my office if I took the job."

I released the breath I'd sucked in from stress. "Florida is great, B, but is it us? Do you really want to live surrounded by rich people?"

Sure, the knitting group was cool, and I enjoyed having a warm beach, but the bakery left a lot to be desired. All my friends and family lived in Pelican Bay. They'd be lost without me. Who would solve all the murders?

"What's in here?" I asked, twisting the handle on the door to our right before he answered.

I peeked my head into the large, but empty, room. One big window took up the back wall, but it had a privacy screen over it so I couldn't see out. There wasn't any furniture except black fatigue mats on the floor.

"Soon to be gym," Broadrick said and closed the door.

I started toward the next door. "You SEALs and your gyms."

"In here we have our surveillance room," Broadrick said, opening the door.

To another empty room.

"Where are all the monitors?" I asked, giving the area a quick glance. Not a single window in the place.

I beat him across the hall and opened the door. "Holding cell?"

"Janitor's closet," Broadrick said, looking into the small room with a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling and an empty metal shelf along one wall.

"It would make a great place to hold offenders," I said, closing the door.

But a janitor's closet worked better for me. They wouldn't lock a simple closet for brooms and mops. But it held the most important piece in the building. The piece I'd been searching for-a window.

A plain, everyday rectangular window without bars or privacy screens and a simple hatch lock in the middle. Easy pickings.

"Conference room," he said regarding a long rectangular-shaped room with a big wooden table in it.

I yawned. "Boring. You guys really missed the mark on this place. At least tell Ridge to hang a painting on the wall."

He'd probably buy something in gray scale. As Pearl would say, "They had no pizzaz."

Only a few doors left in the hallway. "Where is your possible-maybe-potential office?"

Broadrick grinned as he walked two doors down the hall and opened it. "You'll love what they've done to the space."

I doubted that but walked in anyway.

"Wow," I said, giving a full turn in the room to take it all in. "It's something."

And by something, I meant a lot of nothing. The same gray carpet, walls, and padded chairs as the lobby. He had one overhead fluorescent light and no plants or paintings on the wall. A floor-to-ceiling bookcase took up half of one wall, and he had a dark wooden desk in the middle of the room in front of another large window that looked permanently shut.

Broadrick laughed and sat on the edge of his desk, wrapped his arms around my waist, and brought me to him. I settled in the space between his legs and leaned into the embrace by putting my head on his shoulder.

"You really like it here?" I asked into this neck.

He nodded. "I don't know the island well enough yet, but I think we could like it."

I mumbled something unintelligible as he sucked on my collarbone.

"Picture the two of us on the beach every weekend with our toes in the sand. I'll get you a fake coconut to sip all your drinks in while you're wearing a super sexy bikini." He groaned at the visual, and I squirmed at the idea as well.

Seeing Broadrick without a shirt on was always a good time.

His hands slipped under my shirt and his large open palms skimmed up my sides until he hit the bottom of my breasts. He stilled. "No bra?"

I shrugged and smiled. "It's a tankini."

"I have no fucking clue what that means, but I love it," Broadrick said, covering my breasts with both his hands.

His thumbs flicked over the ends of my nipples as they pebbled with his touch. The fabric of his jeans rubbed against my legs as I wiggled closer, letting the outline of his hard cock hit me at my pelvic bone.

It seemed a little dirty to be getting so touchy in an unclaimed office of their new security building, but right then I didn't give a crap. Broadrick moved his hips forward, hitting me between the legs.

He dropped his hands from my breasts and squeezed me tightly, using the maneuver to switch our positions. I giggled as he lifted me onto the desk and stepped between my legs. Seeing Broadrick like this almost made me regret we had to leave the island in just a few hours.

"Your shoulders burned a little, too," Broadrick said, placing a kiss on each one as he leaned over me. He inched me closer to the edge of the desk and settled the bulge in his pants between my legs.

I ran my fingers through his short hair. "You want to check me over and see if anywhere else is red?"

He grinned and kissed me quickly on the cheeks. "Exactly what you need."

I raised my hand as Broadrick slipped my tank top from my shoulders and laid it on the desk behind me. The cool air from the room raced against my skin, causing goosebumps to dot my arms.

Broadrick shook his head. "How is it you get more beautiful every time I get to look at you?"

I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing him closer so he didn't see my cheeks turn the light shade of pink from his words.

"Wait just a minute," Broadrick said and stepped away from me, leaving me shirtless in the open room.

I waved at him and covered myself. "Broadrick."

He hustled to the door, shutting and locking it before turning back with an even bigger grin. "For safety."

"Now you should take off your pants," I said around a laugh.

He reached for his belt and undid it. "Done."

I watched with wide-open eyes as Broadrick ambled back toward me, unzipping his pants and letting them fall to the ground. He kicked them off into a puddle by the desk and then lowered his boxers. His thick cock sprang loose, and I licked my lips.

"Not today," Broadrick said. He rested his index finger against my lips. "Now it's your turn, babe."

His gaze met mine, and we held eye contact as I unbuttoned my light blue shorts. I slipped off the desk and let them and my underwear hit the floor. Broadrick raised an eyebrow as he walked forward, eating up the distance between us.

I circled my finger in the air. "Time to take it off, big guy."

Broadrick's smile grew as he lifted the hem of his shirt over his shoulders and tossed it on top of his pants. "Ridge will kill us if he ever finds out."

"Kind of makes it more exciting. Huh?" I laughed as he pushed on my shoulders and then lifted my butt off the desk. I spun around with direction from him until I faced the flat wooden top.

He ran his hands over the backs of my legs and bit down on my shoulder. "It will be our little secret."

His chest rubbed against my back as he leaned over me, and I moaned as he pushed me over the desk, causing my hands to reach out and prop me up a few inches from the surface. "I love the feel of you against me."

I swallowed as the soft head of Broadrick's dick pushed between my ass cheeks. He leaned me forward more, and I flattened against the desk. His body covered mine, his hands stretched out on both sides of me, and his chest along my back. It was the safest place on earth.

Broadrick rested his head at the back of my neck and kissed the edge of my ear as he pushed himself between my folds. "You're so wet and just for me."

"Only for you," I mumbled into the wood of the desk.

He rained kisses down my spine as his hips moved between my legs. My skin warmed against his body. The hard edge of the wooden desk cut into my side with each movement, but I pushed back against him, asking for more. His pace quickened, and my fingers stretched out, reaching for purchase against the smooth desktop.

My stomach tightened as my core grew tight. "Broadrick," I moaned.

"I've got you, babe." He lowered his hand, seeking my clit, and pinched it between two fingers.

I jerked against the desk, pushing his cock deeper as the orgasm tore through me. My fingers clawed at the smooth wood as my insides tumbled and rolled in waves of ecstasy. I swore, sending a wave of expletives into the desk as Broadrick continued to stretch me.

"You're so freaking tight," he said, thrusting harder as my orgasm waned.

I rested my head on the desk, depleted of energy as Broadrick wrapped his open palm around my pubic area and, with four more deep thrusts, released himself into my womb. He dropped his head to my neck, breathing hard against my back. "We've got to do this again, but on the beach."

I laughed.