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Sweat drips down my forehead as I rock back and forth with each of his movements, as Finn and Kace continue to caress me, to tease me, to touch me.
Time slows down.
The world disappears into an explosion of colors and fireflies. My skin tingles all over. My pussy pulses with each wave of a shattering climax. It takes forever to recover, to come down from the heavens and ultimately drown in the salty afterglow. It takes minutes for me to realize that I cannot deny this new reality.
I am theirs.
And they are mine.
14
Kace
Love has a funny way of sneaking up on you, particularly when you’re not actively looking for it. When Amaya’s resume first landed on my desk, I heeded the universe’s calling though I wasn’t sure if it would lead anywhere.
The closer we get, the more time we spend together, the more I want from her. The more I want to give her. She’s had it rough, and raising a child mostly on her own couldn’t have been easy, but she is doing one hell of a job with Mikey.
The issue of his paternity constantly lingers in the back of my head. I want to ask her about it, to press a little harder and see if she’ll crack, tell me the truth about who his father is. I’m learning she’s a terrible liar, especially when we’re close and intimate. Her barriers come down, and she lets her mind wander while her lips expel the unexpected.
It’s why our lovemaking is so fucking spectacular. The ravenous goddess inside her comes out and takes over. All we can do is happily join the ride and share our woman in body and soul.
A knock on my office door draws me out of my thoughts. My personal assistant comes in with a tense smile, her shoulders tight, a flustered blush on her cheeks.
“What is it, Annie?” I ask, settled comfortably behind my desk. I’ve been staring at the same property development plans on my computer screen for the better part of an hour.
“Miss Chesterfield is here,” Annie says, her tone as flat as her smile.
Before I can tell her to turn Ramada away, she swoops past Annie, barging into my office with a brilliant grin and a sashay in her hips worthy of a runway model. “There you are, darling. We need to talk,” Ramada says.
I give Annie a slight nod to let her know it’s okay. She and I have got a plan ready in case I don’t manage to shake Ramada off on my own. She steps out and heads back to her executive reception desk while I watch Ramada sit down in one of the leather guest chairs across from mine.
Her confidence may seem inspiring to some, but to me it reeks of pungent entitlement. Her Chanel skirt and jacket, I assume, are supposed to give her a Barbie-inspired, Jackie-O kind of allure, yet all I see is way too much attention paid to looks and not enough to actual business development skills.
“Ramada. How can I help you?” I ask, keeping a straight face. After yesterday’s events, the last thing I want is to give her the impression that I’m looking for more of her tongue in my mouth.
“I’ve had enough of this cat and mouse thing we’ve had going for far too long,” she says, her gaze on fire as it settles on my lips. “We’ve known each other for years, Kace, and while I certainly look forward to doing business with you, there’s this personal aspect that we need to address.”
“What personal aspect?”
Either she truly doesn’t get it or she’s playing dumb.
“Kace, I like you, and you clearly like me. We have to do something about it. My parents would love to have you over for a weekend in Tampa, and soon. The quicker we seal the deal and announce an engagement, the better it’ll be for the both of us, and—”
“Whoa, whoa,” I chuckle. “With all due respect, Ramada, I think you’ve mistaken my friendly nature for something else entirely.”
“What do you mean?” She looks as if she just got kicked in the gut, like her whole world is about to come crashing down on her, and while I’d use more tact for this kind of situation, yesterday’s kerfuffle has pushed me into a more brutal approach.
“Ramada, there is nothing going on between us. You’re a long-time client of our resort, and yes, I’m more than happy to consider any business proposal you wish to bring to my table, however, I am not interested in pursuing anything romantically with you. I’m sorry if you thought otherwise.”
“Are you serious? We had so many lunches together. We went sailing. We kissed!”
I shake my head slowly, wondering if she’s got a whole movie playing out in her head, somehow. “Again, I’m sorry for this misunderstanding. All of the lunches we had were business-oriented. You had ideas and partnership proposals to present—”
“What about that Easter lunch from last year? We hit it off then.”
“It was an estate-sponsored lunch for our Gold members. You’re a Gold member. I was hitting it off with everybody that day. Come on, Ramada, surely you know how to tell the difference between a man hitting on you and a man simply being nice to you in a professional manner.” I pause, noting the darkening shift in her features. Her cheeks explode in shades of deep red, her gaze dropping to the ground. “I’m with someone, and it’s getting pretty serious. Not once did I give you the impression that I wished to pursue anything romantically with you.”
Ramada stills for a moment, nervously looking around. She’s getting anxious. Restless. The realization has finally hit her, and it gives her a tremendous amount of discomfort. This isn’t the kind of woman who is used to being told no. In fact, I doubt anyone has ever rejected her. It’s quite the shock for her, and I only hope she won’t throw a fit about it. She can be volatile at times.
