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I swing an arm around his shoulder. “You know it is, buddy.”

He stops walking to tap my chest. “You’re glad you came, right? Tell me you’ve changed your mind, and you’re hanging around until tomorrow.”

I glance to where Evie is stepping out onto the deck. She tugs her T-shirt over her head to reveal the white bikini top. “Nothing could drag me away from here today, buddy. Absolutely nothing.”

CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE

Evie

I glanceat the screen of Reid’s phone when it rings for the second time within a two minute span. The first call went unanswered after he pressed the button to ignore it. “Someone is calling you. Kevin. Is that Kevin Dalca?”

Reid spins to face me, his hands dropping to his hips. “How do you know Kevin Dalca?”

Kicking my legs out in front of me on his bed, I shrug. “I don’t. He’s called the office a few times, wanting to speak with you. I’ve jotted down those messages and left them on your desk for you. You do read those and return the missed calls, don’t you?”

He scratches his cheek. “If they’re important, yes.”

I rest my head against the pillow because we just spent the past hour in this bed. Fucking Reid Hunt is pure bliss, and although I have no idea how we’re going to balance sex and work once we’re back in Manhattan, I’m enjoying this too much now to worry about it. “Kevin isn’t important?”

He shakes his head before it switches to a curt nod. “I talk to Kevin when it’s necessary. It’s not necessary right now.”

I glance at his phone again, tapping my finger against the screen to bring the time into view. “It’s late on a Saturday night. That feels like an important time.”

His right hand snakes across his bare abdomen toward his semi-erect cock. “We’re here together, so it is an important time. It’s a very important time for the two of us.”

That almost sounds romantic, but I know he’s craving my mouth on him. He told me as much as he was drilling his cock into me before I came. I felt as though a part of me shattered during that climax since it was so intense. He held me against him, stroking my hair until I came down from the high. That’s when he flipped me over, slid back into me, and fucked me until we both came.

“Who’s Kevin?” I push. “Another old friend?”

His hand glides over his cock as he stalks toward me. “Something like that. Stop talking about him. I want your tongue doing something else.”

I wiggle it before I slide it over my bottom lip. “You want me to suck you again.”

He nods just as he reaches the side of the bed. “I want you to swallow again.”

I laugh. “I told you I always do.”

His eyes close tightly as he fists his cock harder. “You always will with me. Only with me.”

That sounds territorial, and I can’t deny I like it. “Only with you.”

He pushes on my shoulder until I’m flat on my back. As he crawls onto the bed to position himself above me, I reach up to run a hand over his ass. “Try to keep it down. You don’t want anyone to know what our work entails.”

His eyes widen. “They’re all out by the pool. Judging by all the empty beer and wine bottles I saw in the kitchen before we headed in here, they’re half-drunk.”

I should laugh, but I’m too focused on his cock. As I try and circle my hand around it, his fingers get lost in my hair. He lines up the crown of his cock with my lips and lets out a low groan as I run my tongue over the tip.

“All workand no play somehow looks good on you,” Lottie says as I walk through the hallway toward my bedroom.

It’s the middle of the night, and even though Reid insisted I stay with him, I needed a reprieve from the intensity of the past day and a half. The line between my head and my heart is starting to blur. Up to this point, I’ve blamed it on the great sex, but an hour ago, after we made love, I caught Reid staring into the darkness beyond the window in his room.

I wanted to ask if I could trade a penny for his thoughts, but the man is worth millions, if not a billion dollars, and a paltry penny wouldn’t buy me anything substantial in terms of what lives beneath the surface of the successful businessman.

I tried digging into his past via an online search engine shortly after I started working for him, but all that popped up were a few images of him with some of the people he’s done business with and an article written about him years ago.

His personal life is a mysterious puzzle that I only have a few random pieces of. I know he was orphaned when he was a child and that he grew up with his grandparents. I know enough about his sister that I could send her the perfect birthday gift, but all that knowledge came from her social media profiles.

I’ve come to realize that I may never know the heart of the man.

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