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“You do the same thing to me, Duke.” She tells me breathlessly.
I wipe off, walking out of the bathroom, and leaving her to do the same. I find Savanna in the crowd and spent the rest of the night by her side, and every time I look at that fucker Nate, I take pleasure in knowing his wife’s pussy was just tightening around my dick.
My assistant presents our latest project to the board of directors when my phone vibrates on the table.
Bre: I miss your cock inside me.
Me: I was just thinking about you, kitten. I need to see you.
Bre: When?
Me: I could stop by your studio later.
Bre: Okay. See you then. Bring your A-game.
I laugh at that, and everyone looks in my direction. “Go on,” I tell my assistant, but now my mind is elsewhere. I manage to focus enough to grasp that the board is impressed with our work. We have worked fucking hard to get that client.
“Congratulations, Mr. Duke. Keep this up, and we’ll have those partner discussions much sooner.”
“Thank you, Mr. Turner. I look forward to those discussions.”
I walk out, not sure if my grin is about that conversation with Turner or the thought of Brianna.
“You look pretty pleased with yourself.”
“Jase? What the fuck are you doing here?” I hug my brother leading him into my office. “You never told me you were coming back to town.”
“Well, I know how you like surprises.” He smirks, sitting on the couch in my office.
“I watched the game the other night, you were in top form out there.” I lean against my desk.
“Gotta be, nobody wants to get benched at this point in the game. How are things with you?”
“The CEO’s talking about making me a partner, so pretty great.”
“Now that calls for a celebration.” He claps his hands together, leaning forward. “We hit the bar tonight?”
“Can we do that tomorrow night?”
“Ah, I get it, wifey keeping you on a tight leash?”
“Something like that.” I laugh.
“No worries, I want to go over and see my nephew anyway. What time do you get off work?”
Fuck Why does it have to be today? “Around eight,” I tell him. “I have a major project I’m working on, so I’ll meet you at home?”
“Yeah, see you there, little bro.” He stands and hugs me again, but there’s something in his eyes.
Her head is bent low, headphones on as she strums her guitar. I can’t hear a thing, but she’s lost in the music, eyes closed, legs crossed. I smile at the fact that she’s barefoot. This is the girl I fell in love with, the woman I haven’t been able to let go of. She tugs off her headphones and writes something in what I assume is her songbook.
“You look at home here.” I lean against the doorframe.
The receptionist let me in on her way out.
She turns and smiles at me. “I am at home.” She sets down her guitar.
There’s a black and white picture of her on the wall. She’s naked, save for the guitar that hides her body. Her hair hides her face, but I know each curve, and I know it’s her. “They let you put that on your wall?”
