Page 104 of The Playboy

“Yes.”

“I’d give you more, but I want it for myself.” I quickly devoured it all, swirling my tongue around it.

As I swallowed, she pierced her lip with her teeth, releasing it to say, “I don’t know how you just did that.” She glanced at the window. “We probably still even have a few minutes left.”

I checked the time on the tablet. “Four, based on my estimate.” I reached across the armrest again. “I like that challenge. What else can we negotiate?”

“Whether I get to touch you or not.”

Now, this was going to be fun.

“How about this? If I can make you come before the flight attendant returns to check on us—so, about four minutes—then you don’t get to touch me.”

Something I didn’t fucking want, but I was determined to make her crave me.

“And if I don’t?”

“You’ll spend the night in my hotel room.”

She winked. “Good luck.”

I laughed. “Game on.”

* * *

Brooklyn

Thank you for the most incredible evening of my life. Even though I should be in your suite right now, it was a night I’ll never forget.

Me

My pleasure.

And, yes, you’re right, having you in my arms would be the perfect ending, but a bet is a bet.

Brooklyn

One I can’t believe you made.

Me

Sweet dreams, Brooklyn.

Brooklyn

You too. <3

P.S. I don’t need the full week. My answer is yes.

SIXTEEN

Brooklyn

“One last scan of your résumé, and I think we’ll be done here,” Cooper, Macon’s middle brother, said from the other side of the conference room table.

With his face pointed down, reading the copy of my résumé that he’d brought in with him, I stared at his forehead while having the most intense out-of-body experience.

For one, since Macon’s brother had walked into the room, I hadn’t been able to stop comparing his face to Macon’s, dissecting the similarities, noticing each of the differences.

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