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“I’ll see what I can do.”

“You're incredible.” The shift from teasing to sincere catches me off guard. “I know this is messy. I know we're doing everything backwards. But I haven't felt this way about anyone... ever.”

My throat tightens. “Me either.”

“So we try?”

“We try.”

“Good.” I can hear the smile in his voice. “Now get some sleep.”

After we hang up, I lie there staring at my ceiling, bodystill humming with aftershocks, mind racing with the implications of what we've just agreed to.

I'm dating Bennett Mercer. Sort of. Secretly. While he's taking over my father's company.

What could possibly go wrong?

My phone buzzes with a text.

Him:

For the record, you're wearing entirely too many clothes in my fantasies. Might want to fix that.

Another text follows immediately.

Him:

That was supposed to say “sweet dreams” but autocorrect had other ideas.

Actually, no. That was me. Autocorrect is innocent.

I'm laughing now, tension breaking.

Me:

Smooth. Very CEO of you.

Him:

I'm better in person. You'll see tomorrow.

Me:

Promises, promises.

Him:

Oh, I always keep my promises. Especially the dirty ones.

Me:

Goodnight, Bennett.

Him:

Goodnight, beautiful.

I set the phone aside, still smiling. Tomorrow I'll have to face him in that integration meeting. Sit across a conference table and discuss logistics while knowing exactly what his voice sounds like when he jerking off to the sound of mine. That I don’t want to do it again.

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