Page 102 of The Billionaire Experience

She threw her arms around his neck. He caught her against him, relief flooding every cell in his body. He was no stranger to going all in, but he’d never gone all in with love. What a fucking rush.

She kissed his mouth, spearing her hands into his hair the way he loved. He held her to him, her breasts flattening onto his chest. This was what life was about. Not success or money or traveling alone. Sharing it with someone gave life to otherwise lifeless things. Loving Reagan had given him life—in more ways than one.

Oh, that was good.

He pulled his lips from hers, his brain whirring, his heart overflowing. “This might sound awful, but I have to write something down before I forget.”

“No deal,” she said against his lips. “Tell me and I’ll help you remember.”

“I was thinking about how you’ve given me life—in more ways than one.”

She pulled back to focus on his face. “Oh, that’s good.”

“Right? I know.”

He reached for his phone, but she snatched it from his hand. “I’ll remind you again.” She gave him two quick kisses. “And again and again.”

He grunted as he bumped his hips with hers. “There’s a bedroom on this plane.”

“I know,” she said, one eyebrow winging upward.

“You’re my favorite muse.”

“I know.” She grabbed his arm and dragged him toward the back of the plane.

Hell, who was he kidding? He went willingly.

EPILOGUE

Later that summer

“Found it!” Brody entered the living room carrying a box fan and then plugged it into the wall and cranked it on high.

“I can’t believe the A/C is out. Why don’t I know more about HVAC?” It was nearly ninety degrees today. She was dying.

“Because replacing a sink is sexier than repairing an air conditioning unit. Trust me, I have seen you in action.” He waggled his eyebrows, looking sexy in a pair of shorts and nothing else.

She’d returned from running her calls around the same time he’d arrived home from the coffee shop where he’d been writing. They’d opened the front door and were greeted with a blast of heat that rivaled an active volcano.

“I’ve been thinking,” Reagan said, and she had. She wasn’t sure when or if she should share what was on her mind, especially after Brody had been so adamant about them living in Merriweather Springs.

He rolled up the hem of her T-shirt. “About sweaty, no-air-conditioning sex?”

She laughed. He really was insatiable. She had delighted in discovering that she was pretty damn insatiable herself. “What if we live in two houses?”

His lips halted over hers. “I’m listening.”

“You love the city.”

“I love you.”

She palmed his scruffy face. She’d never tire of hearing that, and he’d said it freely since that night on the plane. If there was one thing she knew about Brody, it was that he spoke the truth. Well, when he wasn’t playing down his impressive culinary skills.

“I love you too.” She patted his cheek. “Wouldn’t you rather be in your penthouse enjoying crisp, cool air-conditioning? What about when it’s winter and you have to shovel the walk?”

“I’m kind of excited to try out the snowblower.” He frowned. “What about your work?”

“I hired someone today.” She’d been saving that news.

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