Page 18 of Enticing the Fixer

“Yeah.” I nod, slip out of her, carry her to the bedroom, and drop her in the middle of the mattress. She bounces and flops against the pillows, and I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than she is. “You don’t have chlamydia, do you?

“Nope.” She grins and winks as I crawl into the bed, and instantly, her arms and legs are entwined with mine. “At least, I don’t think so. You might have to do a thorough gynecological exam to find out, though.”

“Perfect.” The cold thin comforter set I got on sale feels like sandpaper against my skin, but I don’t care in the least. The only thing that matters is she’s still here. “I’ll look for warts.”

She snorts and bats at my side. “I don’t have warts.”

“Let’s look.” I roll her onto her back and trail my tongue along her belly. She tastes faintly of salt and sex. I groan as I near her pussy and part her legs.

She straightens and gives me a panicked look. “You didn’t use a condom. I should shower, so you don’t have to get all grossed out.”

“Later.” I lift her ass off the bed and dive my tongue between her slit, sliding in the combination of our juices. The evidence of our frantic lovemaking makes my head spin with renewed desire.

Fuck.I twirl my tongue over her clit and shove two fingers into her sex. I should be turned off by the thought of eating her out with my cum dripping down her thighs. But I’m not. I crave her that much. It’s like I will die if I don’t drown in her.

Chapter Seven

Hours Later

Kinsley

He pulls me toward him until my head is on his chest and his arms are around me. That’s when the enormity of the situation crashes into me. The last few hours were a great escape from reality, but I can’t let it become more than that. My dad’s legacy is being threatened. My competency is being attacked.

And I have no one to turn to. Everything is on my shoulders.

Ann is great. She’s not only my cousin but she’s also been my best friend since elementary school. But she’s not equipped for the high-stakes world of cut-throat businessmen. I shudder. And neither am I. I was head of brand, marketing, and communications three months ago.

Now, I’m interim CFO of a Fortune 500 company with a board of directors that have sticks shoved so far up their asses that they could be cooked like pigs on a spit. But that isn’t the only problem. Half of them want their pound of flesh in the form of cash in their wallets.

“Hey.” He strokes my shoulder as if he senses my unease. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah. Sure.” I prop upright on my elbow, intent on pretending I’m still tipsy and the life of the party.

“Bullshit.”

For several seconds, I’m motionless. This is not real. This is a one-night stand. He doesn’t read me like a book. That doesn’t happen. I lick my lips. “Why are you here?”

“Here as in, here in this bed with you?”

“No.” I shake my head. “Here in Kansas City.”

He puffs up the pillows, scoots upward, and leans against them. “I used to live in Las Vegas. One of my friends decided he was done living there because of how fake it was, and another friend suggested Kansas City as a good place to get away from everything. It happened to be a good fit because my brother lives here.”

I trace the ornate Footprints poem on his chest. It’s only a part of the words, but it’s one of my favorites. I’m pretending that doesn’t speak to something inside of me. Like everything else about the man. “They must be good friends if you all decided to move here.”

“We’ve been best friends since we met in college. Ten years ago.”

I cringe. I knew he looked younger than me. God, now I feel even older. Let’s forget about that. I don’t need him to know I’m probably five years older than he is. “How many friends did you say were involved in this social experiment?”

“Four.”

My eyes widen. There are five of these guys. Holy cow. That’s a lot of Las Vegas sin on a stick moving into Kansas City. And a brother. Lord. “What does your brother do?”

“He’s a former Navy SEAL.”

“Oh….”

“Don’t give me that look,” he growls and rolls me onto my back. “I’m way sexier than he is.”

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