Page 36 of Seductive Scoundrel

“Florida? I can’t go to Florida right now. They’re starting the audit, which apparently isn’t as cut and dried as I was led to believe, and the old man wants me to go meet with him now? If he wasn’t paying a ridiculous amount of money, I’d tell him where he can put his impromptu meeting.”

Tension fills his body with each passing second, so I use my hand to stroke up and down his shaft while I suck.

His legs clench as his hand tightens in my hair, but he continues his conversation as though nothing is happening. The man’s made of steel. “Send the details to Jacqueline. She’ll help you figure something out. You know how pleasant she is when someone fucks with my schedule last minute. No, don’t worry about it, I’ll call Dex back and deal with it myself.”

Anticipation builds inside me as his body relaxes and his eyelids get heavier. I finger his balls while working his throbbing cock like it owes me – because I’m about to make a withdrawal.

His fingertips push into my scalp as I take his cock deeper into the back of my throat, tasting every last inch of him.

“Thanks, Jeffrey. Talk soon,” Dean snaps, his words finally a bit choppy. The phone hits the granite countertop just as he explodes in my mouth.

I suck and lick for another few seconds until his hand loosens in my hair and his breathing regulates.

“That was amazing, Mia.” He pulls me up and wraps his arms around my waist. “Fucking amazing.” His lips crash against mine and this time, I’m the one out of breath when we break apart. “I’m really glad your neighbor is watching Poochy.”

“Poochy?” The words fall from my mouth before I remember who Poochy is.

“Looks like I’m not the only one who blacked out,” he responds with a chuckle. “I need to deal with the ramifications of that call. I’ll have to take a raincheck on breakfast.”

I shoot him a smile while he adjusts his underwear, doing my best to mask the emotions brewing inside me – disappointment, anxiety and frustration, to name a few. “Sure.”

His lips press against mine. “I’ll arrange for a car to meet you out front and take you home. Just head down whenever you’re ready. No rush.”

“Sure. I should get home to, uh, Poochy anyway,” I add, hoping he can’t sense my disappointment.

A weird expression crosses his face for just a moment. “Poochy. Yes. Why don’t we take him for a walk in Central Park this afternoon?”

“Take Poochy for a walk? Together?” I ask, dragging my jaw up off the floor. “Are you sure you have time?”

“I’ll make time. Why don’t I pick you two up at 2?”

“That, uh, should work. But we’ll meet you at the park.”

One eyebrow quirks and my heart beats faster. “Central Park isn’t even close to your apartment.”

I swallow hard. “I know, but I have some errands to do, so we’ll be out and about.”

“You’ll be out and about – with Poochy?”

“I try to take him everywhere. He’s a great dog.”

He nods. “Sounds good. I’ll see you in front of the Waffles and Dingy truck at 2.”

“Terrific.”

That is one word to describe it.

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Forty minutes later,I’m in my apartment having a minor panic attack. I have four hours to find a dog!

Why the fuck didn’t I just come clean and tell him the truth?

Because I don’t want it to end yet, and have no doubt that’s what would happen if he found out I was lying.

After months of feeling nothing, he’s made me come alive. I need this.I need him.

Doing what I do best, I grab my laptop and search for answers. GI Jane didn’t hire me to delve into companies for nothing. If I can find things the best business minds have tried to cover up, I can find a damn dog.

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