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“I have nothing to lose,” I say to convince myself that sex with my boss won’t end with my life in shambles. “It’s just sex.”

Those last three words sound like a joke coming from my lips because I have yet to separate sex and emotions. I’ve never just had sex for the fun of it. It’s always been in the context of a relationship.

I hit reply on his last message and slowly type out a response, contemplating what I’m doing with each tap of my finger on my phone’s screen.

Evie: A dozen ways?

With my fingers trembling, I press send.

His response is quick and to the point.

Reid: At least.

I glance at the bedroom door before I type out four words that will undoubtedly change my life forever.

Evie: My door is unlocked.

CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO

Reid

My door is unlocked wasEvangeline’s response when I confirmed that there are at least a dozen ways for me to make her come that don’t involve a condom or my cock.

My dick is already aching for her, but for the first time in my life, I’m not thinking about how it will feel when I get off. All I can think about is Evie.

Tonight, I want her to come again and again. My satisfaction is secondary.

I’ve never felt that way with a woman, but this is different. The way she was squirming against me on the beach as we kissed told me everything I need to know about her.

She’s never been taken care of in the way she deserves.

She has a hell of a lot of pent-up desire, and I’m the man who is about to unleash it.

I tear out of my bedroom as if the house is on fire. I did take an extra second to slide on a pair of jeans over my boxer briefs. Shirts and shoes do not serve me at the moment, so all of thoseare still in my room along with my phone because I don’t want anything to interrupt my time with her.

I round the corner at the end of the hallway at a slow jog and run straight into a man.

It’s not just any man. It’s Randall.

Goddamn this night to hell.

First, his fiancée interrupted what could have happened on the beach. Now, he’s staring at me with obvious tears streaming down his cheeks.

If Charlotte broke his heart, I’ll...what the fuck will I do? I barely know the woman, but I do know Randall, and I can’t say whether marrying him is the right move for her. From the limited experience I have with relationship drama, staying the fuck out of other people’s business is always the best approach to take.

“How did you know?” he says through a strangled sob.

“Know what?” I spit out so quickly that the two words become one.

“What?” he asks.

“How did I know what?” I enunciate each word carefully because I need him to hear me so this unwanted and unnecessary discussion can end now.

“That I was coming to talk to you.”

No. Just no.I don’t need this right now or ever. As I try to drum up the right words to tell him to call it a night and sleep on whatever the fuck has him torn up inside, he lets out a huge ass sigh. It’s so loud that I swear it’s going to wake up everyone who is sleeping on this side of the house.

Evie happens to be on the other side of the house. She lucked out. Her wing has to be quieter than this one is since I’m in the room next to Pete, and I don’t know if he has Broadway aspirations, but the lyrics to show tunes have been seeping through the paper-thin walls for the past hour. Ever since I gotback from the beach and my brief encounter with Evie, Pete has been belting out the greatest hits of some of the most memorable musicals of all time.

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