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What the fuck am I going to do? Is there a way to write this story without including Remi? Not only did I promise him not to share anything he told me about himself, I know he would never ever agree to letting me write it. He would be livid if he even thought I’d tricked the story out of him.
I need to shut it down. I just don’t know how. Especially now, when Jules has him so firmly in her sights.
I click my heels and wish I could turn back time.
The front door opens and Remi says, “You done with your call?”
I turn slowly to face him. “Yeah, it was just my edit—”
My eyes nearly fall out of my head.
He’s smiling, leaning in the doorway without a stitch of clothing on. I’ve seen it all before. I almost had it at all last night. But, Remi naked in broad daylight is just like looking at a rare statue. His body is perfect. His muscular chest is covered in a light dusting of the same dark hair that’s on his head. It swirls down his body and narrows to a trail that leads to the happiest of sights—his thick, long, left-leaning dick. It twitches and I take a step toward him. I step on a leaf that’s fallen from one of the potted plants on the porch and the crunch of it reminds me that we’re outside.
I rush back to the porch and try to push him back into the house. “You can’t come outside naked!” He doesn’t move. Instead, his arms wrap around me and pull me in for a hug. “Good morning, Will. Nice to see your face first thing.”
I tilt my head back and smile up at him. “Nice to see yours, too.” I cup his firm bare ass and squeeze it. “Can we go inside now, though?”
“I don’t have a neighbor for two miles.” He tilts his hips so his stiffening dick presses into me.
“Someone could drive up any minute,” I protest, but don’t let go.
“Nah. Nancy starts barking when they’re a mile away.” He pulls me to the wicker loveseat, drops down, and pulls me onto his lap.
“Don’t you feel weird being naked outside?” I squirm.
“No. Why should I?” He spreads his thighs and leans back with me against his chest.
“I think most people do.”
“Most people aren’t worth knowing, much less emulating. I could live like this forever.” His voice is gruff, like he’s trying to convince himself, as well as me. I disentangle myself and stand up to face him.
“Remi, I know you’re upset. But, what about your work? Your practice? Your friends?”
“Wilde Law is in good hands. Maybe even better than it was with me. And my friends aren’t going anywhere. In fact, one of them even came all the way here to find me.” He smiles with a carelessness I’m not sure he really feels.
“I don’t think anyone feels like things are better with you gone. Regan is worried.”
“Fine, I’ll call Regan and Tyson. But what I’ve got to say needs to be said in person.”
“Great, then let’s head back to Houston, get you back in the saddle.”
He stands up without any warning. “Come on.” He claps his hands together and heads toward the door.
I watch the spectacular sight of his retreating back, admiring the way his muscles ripple with each step for a minute before I follow him inside.
“Where are we going?” When I get to the bedroom, I find him slipping into a pair of briefs.
“For a run. It’ll be great, I’ll show you the property and take you around town.”
“I thought you said town was three miles away.”
“It is.” He pulls on a T-shirt and opens the drawer of his dresser and pulls out a pair of sweats.
“I can’t run six miles, Remi.” Each step of two miles I do each day feels like torture.
“Of course you can. You never know what you’re capable of until you try. Get dressed.”
“I’ll just wait for you to come back,” I say and flop onto the bed.
