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You can hear her take a deep breath. She seems nervous. “I know you have taken the day off …”

“I have.”

“Yes, sir, but I have finally got a hold of those papers you were requesting.”

“Email them to me.”

He places his blinker on, switches lanes, and the roar of the car as he speeds up vibrates my seat. I refrain from moaning at the feel of it. I’m so turned on right now it’s not even funny.

I reach over and place my hand on his thigh and very slowly move to the center of his legs. I feel his cock start to harden, and I smile to myself.

He clears his throat as he shifts in his seat. “Thanks, Jackie. Have a great weekend.” Then he reaches over and presses end. The music once again fills the small car. “Ashlyn,” he growls in warning.

I don’t stop. “How long is it to the Hamptons?”

He clears his throat again as I squeeze him through his jeans. “On a normal day, two and a half hours.”

I smile to myself as I remove my hand. He looks in his side mirror and changes lanes again, getting onto a highway. Perfect! Undoing my seat belt, I shift to my side and lean over. My hands pull his shirt up, revealing his defined abs, and I quickly undo his jeans.

“Babe …” he groans.

“What?” I ask innocently, pulling him through his boxers and wrapping my hands around the base of his beautiful cock. “We have plenty of time.”

Realizing I’m not gonna give up, he sits farther down in his seat and throws his right hand over the back of my seat before I lean down and take him into my mouth.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

RYDER

She sits next to me, a smile on her face as she sings along with the radio. She bounces up and down in her seat. I have the windows down and her blond hair blows around her face wildly as I drive through the Hamptons. And I smile at her. I’ve seen an entirely different Ashlyn than I knew. So much has happened in the past few weeks, yet she seems freer than before. It’s almost if she has no cares in the world.

I slow the car as I come to a driveway. I pull into it, and she leans out of the car window. We pull up to a gate, and I punch in the code I was given. Once it opens, she gasps. “This is where the wedding is?” she asks in awe.

“No.”

The look of shock on her face fades, and she frowns. “You said we were staying at the location of the wedding.”

“I did say that. Plans have changed.”

“Why?”

“Remember the guy at the Romeo and Juliet play? He said he had some property in the Hamptons for me to look at? He thought I would be interested in?” She nods. “This is it,” I say simply. “I spoke to him last week, and he told me we could stay here so I could check it out.”

“You plan on buying this?” she asks, looking back at the house as I come to a stop in front of the five-car garage.

If you like it. “Possibly.”

I shut the car off and get out. I walk around and open her door, helping her out. I don’t let go, but instead lead her over to the garage. I punch in the five-digit code he told me on the keypad outside the garage door, and the farthest one to the left opens.

“Wow,” she says, stepping in and looking around the massive yet empty garage. “Who needs a garage this big?” she asks, her voice echoing through the emptiness.

“Someone who likes to drive a different car every day,” I state, making her laugh. “Come on. Let’s go look at the house.”

I open the door off the garage, and we enter a mud room. We walk through a long hallway and come to an open kitchen. “Whoa,” she says as she looks up at the high ceilings and smiles. “This place is gorgeous.”

“It needs some work,” I say, flipping on the kitchen light. The lighting needs to be updated along with the floors, wallpaper, and furnishings.

“I don’t understand.” She looks at me. “I thought you did business with companies? You buy homes as well?”

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