Page 112 of Falling for my Brother's Best Friend

Thirty-Five

Liam

I’ve been to Bailey Timber because of this library fundraising gala so often that Carrie keeps my name tag on the corner of her desk now.

I slide it off her desk as I walk by. “Hey, Carrie.”

“Mr. Kelly.”

I hop into the elevator. Phoenix no longer waits to direct me where to go. Lucky for me, Savannah’s fridge didn’t come in on time, so she’s still living with me until it arrives this weekend. Sunday after the gala dinner, I’ll sadly take her back home, but my plan is to spend the night. She doesn’t know that yet, but I doubt I’ll hear a complaint.

The conference room is empty, so I head down the hall and stop at Samara’s small desk.

“You can go in, Liam. She’s just finishing something. Dori’s running a little late,” Samara says.

“Thanks.”

I knock, and Savannah waves me in. She’s at her desk in her big office. I can’t imagine my entire day being spent in front of a computer.

“Hey, you,” she says, sliding her chair out from behind her desk. She presses a button and her blinds draw closed.

“I better be the only guy you’ve done that for.”

“I promise.” She rises up on her tiptoes and kisses me.

After working late last night, I crawled into bed with her but didn’t get up this morning before she left for work. Shame, because now I see she’s wearing her wrap dress again. “Are we trying the two-second trick?”

She laughs. “Not unless we want Grandma Dori to catch us.”

I tug on the strand of fabric and find the button. She gasps, but I splay my hand wide and run it up her stomach to cover her breast. The dress falls away from her body as I capture her lips.

“You don’t play fair,” she mumbles against my lips.

I tweak her nipple, pushing her to the edge of her desk. She follows my non-verbal command and spreads her legs to make room for my hips.

“I never said I did.”

Her lips are soft, and I slide my tongue into her mouth to meet hers. Having her in my arms, with my lips and my hands on her, I’m not sure I’ll ever tire of this. Nor can I really believe it’s happening. It still feels surreal sometimes. My lips cascade down her neck and my hand pulls down the cup of her bra. I’m shocked she hasn’t stopped me yet.

“Guess what?” she says, and I look up at her, taking her nipple into my mouth. “We got two contracts, so we’re going to be okay. I mean, we have to get more, but this will keep us in the black for a while.”

My mouth comes off her tit with a pop and I capture her lips again. When I draw our kiss to a close, I say, “Congratulations. Let’s celebrate.”

“Tonight?”

“Yeah, at Terra and Mare. Not to brag, but I know the owner.” I wink and her face falls.

“About that…”

My dick deflates just as things were getting good. I step back. “What?”

“Just listen for a second, okay?”

I’m already annoyed. I’ve given her time, but this is ridiculous. I stand silent, waiting.

“I figure it’s only a few days. Let’s wait until after the gala. We don’t want to overshadow the event. So many questions will come up about us, and the focus should be the charity. Right after—Sunday, if you want—we’ll go to dinner and I’ll give you the biggest kiss on the mouth right in the middle of the gazebo in the town square.”

I blow out a breath. Seeing my reaction to her shitty news, she puts her breast back into her bra and fastens her dress in less time than it took for me to get it open.

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