Page 45 of Square Deal

I’m sorry, I believe you have me mistaken for the Monopoly Man.

A stray text chimed in from my assistant, confirming that he had completed the task I asked him to oversee. Good man. I sent a quick thank you and peeled myself from the bed I rarely slept in to get a shower.Fuck, I was tired.

I stepped under the spray and washed away the hours of travel. I pressed my palms against the cool stone walls and shut my eyes as the water poured down my back.

The memory slammed into me like a freight train.

Hannah Jane dropping down to her knees. Her slender fingers sliding up my thighs. That devilish grin on her pink lips. Parting my feet just a step further.

Water streamed between our bodies as we huddled under the shower head. Her tongue darted out and licked the head of my cock.

Tentative. Innocent. Just a taste.

Our post-wedding sexcapades had left us with tired bodies standing on shaking legs. Somehow, my dick was still hard.

Hard for her.

“Don’t do that,” I said sternly, shaking my head.

She looked up at me with doe eyes, tiny droplets of water clinging to her long eyelashes like diamonds. “I want to,” she whispered.

No sass. No snarky comebacks.

I paused, giving her a chance to change her mind. But she didn’t.

Hannah licked the shaft of my cock like it was a damn popsicle. Her tongue swirled around every inch. She parted her lips and took me as far as she could. I pushed into her mouth, testing her. Seeing how far she could take me. She went all in, hollowing her cheeks and teasing the head of my cock with her tongue.

I fisted my cock, pumping hard until I came all over the shower wall. That woman had me on a hair trigger. Just the memory of her got me off.

I quickly scrubbed down and grabbed a towel off the warmer, wrapping it low around my hips as I padded out of the bathroom and grabbed my phone.

Five missed calls from Hannah lit up my screen.

Aha, my guy worked fast.

“Nice to hear from you so soon, dear. You calling to say yes?” I teased, putting the call on speakerphone while I grabbed one of the breakfast smoothies my chef kept stocked in the fridge.

Now I was thinking about Hannah Jane and her damn protein shake.

“What have you done?” she shouted.

“Probably a lot of things. You’re going to have to be more specific.”

“Shoes, Lawson. Very expensive shoes.”

“And what about these shoes,darling?” I chuckled before chugging the smoothie.

“Will you cut the crap, Isaac? Why did you send me a pair of shoes, and how the hell did you know my size?”

I walked into the bedroom and pulled a suit out of the closet, tossing my phone on the bed as I got dressed. “Well, if you remember, you told me your shoe size when you were threatening to put your heel up my ass. I figured if you were gonna impale me on one of your stilettos, it should at least be a designer I like.”

I heard her swallow and quiet her voice. There was a faint crinkle of tissue paper over the line—like she was staring into the box, deciding whether she would keep them. “Isaac, these are… I can’t accept them.”

“Why the hell not?” I snapped. “I snooped in your closet, Han. Not like this is your first pair.”

“Yeah, and I found my other Louboutins at a thrift store.” Her voice faded on the last syllable like she was embarrassed at the confession. “I can’t accept these, so please—just tell me how to send them back,” she begged.

“You’re not sending them back. You like the shoes, you keep the shoes. And I know you like the shoes.”

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