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Okay, maybe we were. But I didn’t think she was aware of it. Come to think of it… “What the hell were you doing at a sex club?”

Grace pulls my arm so it’s wrapped around her shoulders, and she cuddles into me as we walk down the street. “Tessa.”

She acts as if that explains everything. If Tessa is the answer to that burning question, I may have to make sure to keep Tessa on my good side.

“And what did you think of the club?” I ask.

Grace bites her lip as she hesitates, and I wait patiently for her measured response. “It was…different.”

“Good different, or…?”

“I mean it felt freeing, if I’m being honest,” she says slowly.

I look down at her. “That’s all I ever want from you, Grace, your honesty.”

She nods. “What did you think?”

“About fucking you in public?”

Grace’s fingers move to my lips and she shushes me. “Cash,” she reprimands, and yeah, my cock grows another inch. She scolds me like she just found me jacking off in the back of a library.

I shrug. “Honestly, the hottest thing about it was watching you let go. I don’t need an audience when I’m with you…I don’t need any other women to entertain me…I just need you giving yourself completely to your pleasure.”

The smile she graces me with makes the entire weekend worth it. Work may not be going the way I hoped, but this relationship, this woman, she’s fucking everything to me.

Chapter34

Cash

It’s been a week since Grace and I got back from Nashville, and we’ve spent every night in bed together. I am not even remotely looking forward to spending the weekend without her. Although, I am excited to see my grandfather and to spend some time with Carter.

My brother walks into my office wearing dark jeans and a black T-shirt. Behind him I see Lucy fan herself as she talks to one of the other secretaries.Poor girl doesn’t even garner a glance from my brother. He’s mostly oblivious to the world around him unless he sets his sights on a girl. Then she becomes his sole focus. Or at least his focus for the twenty-four hours he spends with her. Carter doesn’t do relationships any longer than that.

“Almost ready to go?” he asks as he plops down on my couch without even bothering to ask if I’m busy.

“Yeah, I’ll let Frank know we’re ready.”

I grab my phone from my desk and see a message from Grace.

Grace: Have a great weekend. I’ll miss you.

I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. Over the last week Grace has finally started to open up, but she still isn’t normally the one to make the first move. I initiate our dates, I beg her to sleep over, I hold her tight when we are separating. This is the first time she’s reached out without my prompting.

Me: You’ll be on my mind all weekend. I’ll call you tonight.

I shoot a text to Frank that we’re ready and pocket my phone.

“Why are you grinning like that?” Carter says, pointing at my face.

“Just excited for our weekend. I’ve been working my ass off to get ready for the event at the end of the month, and I could use a little break.”

Carter shakes his head as he follows me out of the office. “Nah, not buying it. But fortunately for you, I don’t feel like doing anything but drinking this weekend, so I won’t make you tell me whatever it is that’s on your mind.”

While I welcome the agreement to steer clear of my personal life, I worry about Carter. He buries so much in alcohol and women; I can’t help but wonder if he’s more fucked up than I thought. He has this persona that screams I don’t care but maybe it’s just an air. In truth, it’s out of my element. Frank or Cat may be better at getting through to him. Like Carter, Frank served overseas, and although they both came back in one piece, I wonder if I can ever understand what they really experienced.

“Hey Bossman,” Frank says when he spots us, holding open the door. I glare at him. I’ve told him repeatedly not to open the door for me and to stop referring to me that way.

Carter laughs. “Oh, this is too good. I can’t believe you agreed to work for him.”

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