Page 31 of Greed

I want to firm up something now but won’t push, so I nod in agreement.

“You’re fun.” She smiles. “Very fun.”

“Is that your way of not stealing my pride?”

She leans forward to kiss me softly on the lips. “I think your pride will be fine whether or not I tell you how great you are in bed.”

“You’re incredible, Abigail.”

Her eyes search my face. I don’t know if she wants confirmation that I’m speaking the truth, but I am. This will be a night I’ll never forget.

“I promise I won’t steal your shoes this time.” She moves to stand. “I’ll get dressed and head out.”

I slide off the bed too. “Rygar will drive you home.”

“No,” she insists as she watches me pull on a pair of boxer briefs. Her gaze skims the waistband, which is emblazoned with my surname. “I’ll grab an Uber.”

I want to fight her on it, but I won’t. “Thanks for returning the shoes.”

Her smile lights up my dim bedroom. “You didn’t even realize they were missing, did you?”

Holding in a chuckle, I shrug a shoulder. “I plead the Fifth.”

“I think I know why you traded in law for underwear.”

“Why?”

She pats my bare chest. “Dollar bills.”

I laugh. “Dollar bills?”

“Greed,” she whispers. “Men like you are driven by greed.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

She studies my face, honing in on my eyes. “Only if it’s the sole driving force of a man.”

“Greed played a part, but there’s more to it,” I confess. “Sean asked me to partner in Wells with him.”

“Really?” She tilts her head as she studies my face. “You gave up a law career for your brother?”

“I’d do anything for my family,” I admit. “That approach hasn’t always paid off for me, but this time it did.”

“Family is first,” she whispers. “I feel that way too.”

That doesn’t surprise me at all. Something tells me that Abby and I have more in common than I thought.

She glances around my bedroom. “I need to find my clothes.”

“I’ll help with that search,” I offer with a smile. “Keep your hands where I can see them. No stealing this time. I wouldn’t want to punish you again.”

She scoops up the light blue tie I was wearing earlier and drapes it around her neck. “I might have to take this with me.”

I stop to stare at her because this may very well be the most beautiful image I’ve ever seen.

Besides the tie, she’s completely nude with messy hair and swollen lips.

“You’re striking,” I whisper. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.”

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