Page 5 of Go Deep

Xcel Wealth Management. My agent, Neil Gentry, had recommended this place. Said the owner knows his shit. I really hope so, because I need to get my financials in order fast, and I can’t risk what’s left of my portfolio on some half-witfinancial planner. I want…no,need… the best. And Vince Castro is supposedly the guy.

“Gabe Kelly, here to see Vince Castro.” I smile at the brunette behind the reception desk.

Her green eyes appraise my bare arms. No, I’m not clenching to impress her. Don’t need to. I spend hours in the gym every day to make girls like her cream in their lace panties. NFL quarterbacks typically have that effect. I swallow a smile as her lust-filled gaze travels up my torso and settles on my face.

“Of course.” She flashes a bright smile and puffs out her chest. Pretty but oblivious. I guess she doesn’t watch much television. Or read. “I’ll walk you to the conference room. Vince will be with you shortly.”

Her ass is tightly wrapped in a black skirt, heels so high I know without a shred of doubt she’s cringing with each step. It’s a nice package, but?—

“Jeanette, I need all the blue chip reports on my desk in an hour.”

A deep, rich baritone reverberates through me, my senses immediately aroused by a heady scent swirling in the air. The receptionist, evidently named Jeanette, steps out of my line of sight.

Good fucking God.

The man standing in front of me, with broad, muscular shoulders, bronze skin, and perfectly chiseled jaw that my finger itches to trace, makes my insides overheat to the point of melting.

“Vince, this is?—”

The corners of his sensual lips curl upward, and I’m not too far from panting. “I know exactly who he is.”

I can’t look away. His piercing, dark chocolatey brown eyeshold me captive, frozen to the spot on the plush carpet but so ready to bend over at a moment’s notice.

Because, as I was saying…Jeanette’s wrapping is all fine and good, but the only presentIwant is the one already eye fucking the shit out of me with his dark and devious gaze.

Chapter 3

Vince

Gabe Kelly in the flesh and standing in my reception area. Neil Gentry, my former agent, gave him my contact information when he was shopping for new portfolio managers, and I was more than happy to slot him into my schedule as soon as humanly possible.

Jesus, the man is even more gorgeous in person. He’s about my height with a cocky, self-assured aura that makes my dick twitch with yearning. I slide my eyes down the length of his body, imagining him in all kinds of compromising positions, my favorite being him bent over the side of my couch.

I suck in a breath. I’ve never met anyone before who’s shuttled me so close to the edge of my control. My pulse hums against my throat as his knowing eyes tangle with mine, like he can see exactly what I’m doing to him right now in my mind. I swallow hard.

Part of me wishes he could. And that’s a jarring thought since I’ve never hinted to anyone the kind of things with very specific individuals that play through my twisted my brain.

It’s hard not to roll my eyes at Jeanette fawning all over him, but I don’t pay her for her reconnaissance skills. She’s no Columbo, that’s for sure. I just didn’t think there was a single, living, breathing human who had missed the big announcement that he was out of the closet, joining a very small number of pro-footballers.

But since she runs this place with such tyrannical precision, I overlook small things like her flamboyant attitude toward current events. Besides, no other assistant of mine has been able to hook a client as fast with a waggle of her tight little ass.

I follow Gabe into the conference room and sink into a leather swivel chair across from him. Then I get right to it, because exchanging bullshit pleasantries is a waste of time. I’m the best, and I don’t need to stroke egos to get clients. He’s here because he knows that.

“So, word on the street is that you need a new investment manager. How bad is the damage? Did Equinox Capital destroy your portfolio?”

“Damn close. But I hear you’retheguy to revive it.” Gabe flashes a quick smile. “Neil has a lot of great things to say about your successes, and I’m happy you were able to fit me in on such short notice.”

I recline in my chair. “Neil is a good friend, so consider yourself lucky. Otherwise, you might not have gotten in here until the post-season. And judging from what I’ve been told about the state of your finances, that may have been too late.”

A chuckle escapes Gabe’s lips. Interesting. He’s actually responding to my arrogance. “How did you get into the business?”

Good, let’s revisit my NFL crash-and-burn sequence. That always makes my dick deflate like a popped balloon.It’s a well-timed segue, though, because only seconds earlier his smoldering gaze had my cock twitching hard.

“Got a finance degree from Ohio State. I was always good with numbers, and based on my experiences, every athlete needs a backup plan because you never know when you’ll be steamrolled one too many times by three-hundred-pound defensive ends.”

That’s the understatement of the century.

“You had a really impressive record. Why didn’t you stick with the sportscasting gig? You were a sight for sore eyes…and just about everything else on Sunday nights.” He flashes me a grin and reclines slightly in the chair, a teasing look in his eyes.

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