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I opened my mouth to offer him everything I had—the billion I’d made myself and the fortune I was due to inherit one day—when I closed it with a snap. This man didn’t want money. He wanted many things, but wealth didn’t seem to be one of them. “I believe I can afford a few pillows,” I said with a straight face. “As long as they’re used. Nothing I love more than putting my face somewhere a stranger has put theirs.”
Rowe waved his hand at me in a dismissive gesture. “Snob. Haven’t you heard of a washing machine? Or do you have a laundress of some kind?”
Before I could admit I did, indeed, have a laundress, Rowe finally caught sight of the view through the wall of windows that led to the back deck. “Holy fuck,” he breathed reverently, moving closer to the expanse of dunes and wild waves.
I moved up behind him and snaked my arms around him. “Better than the white sofas?”
“So much better than the white sofas.”
We watched the ocean together for a while. The rhythmic ebb and flow of the tide was soothing, reminding me that there were bigger things in the world than Sterling Chase—bigger even than the knowledge that yet another person I’d trusted had betrayed meandRoweright under my nose. A reminder, too, that not everything in life was predictable or understandable, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t be beautiful andright… like the way I’d met the man beside me under the most ridiculous circumstances and the way I felt about him now.
I turned my face to press a soft kiss behind Rowe’s ear. “Thank you for coming out here with me,” I murmured into his sweet-smelling skin. Holding him in my arms made me feel both anchored and restless. I wanted him with a solid desperation that was crawling under my skin, but I was in no hurry since we had an entire week together away from the rest of the world.
Rowe tilted his head to give me more access. “It was hardly a sacrifice,” he said with a smile in his voice. “It was this or ramen noodles and a futon. You won by a hair.”
I continued nibbling on his neck. “Who says I’m not serving ramen noodles?”
Rowe’s laughter was warm and easy. There had been a moment, after Silas and Kenji had left my office, when I’d felt Rowe pulling away from me, even though he was right beside me. I still wasn’t sure what had been going through his mind, but knowing he was relaxing now helped calm me further. “Have you ever evenhadramen noodles?” he asked.
I’d eaten them plenty in college, but because I was addicted to seeing Rowe’s smile, I said haughtily, “I’ll have you know I’ve eaten ramen at Mr. Taka in the Lower East Side.”
Rowe spun in my arms. “Isn’t that the place that has a freaking Michelin star? That hardly counts.”
His grin was contagious. I leaned over to press my lips against it and taste him. “You’re so easy to rile.”
We kissed for a long, unhurried moment, letting ourselves settle into it. I’d kissed Rowe enough that the taste of his mouth and the feel of his body under my fingertips were familiar, but that familiarity only made it more exciting.
My hands snuck under his shirt to spread across the warm skin of his back. His hard cock pressed into my inner thigh. I was torn between taking my time with him and ripping his clothes off like a savage beast. In the end, I found a sweet middle ground, undressing him quickly with my hands while teasing him slowly with my lips and nose.
Every time I ran my nose lightly under his ear or against his cheek, he shuddered and let out a delicious noise of submission and abandon.
I moved him over to one of my sterile white sofas with the sole purpose of acting on every single sex fantasy I’d had about the man since the moment I’d met him.
“We’re going to mess up your perfect furniture,” he said in a gasp as I bit into the tender skin of his bare neck.
“Good.”
“We… we’re going to horrify the neighbors with all these glass windows and doors.” Rowe ended with a long, drawn-out groan as I moved my hand down into his briefs to fondle his dick. “Oh. God.Fuckkk.”
“Neighbors can go fuck themselves,” I said before sucking on one of his nipples.
“Just like that.” He reached his fingers into my hair and scratched my scalp lightly, which made my skin prickle with need. “Touch me.”
I fondled his balls and tried to remind myself we had an entire week together. “You smell fucking amazing,” I said, moving my mouth down across his stomach to his happy trail. The top of his tattoo peeked out over the waistband of his briefs. I ran a thumb across it and down below the elastic. “I want to lick every inch of your skin.”
“Start with my penis. Just a suggestion.” Rowe’s voice was rougher and deeper. He sounded more confident than he had before. I hoped the experience we’d already had together had contributed to his comfort with me. “Not a suggestion, actually,” he hissed as I teased the area around his cock without touching it directly. “Command. Superstrong command. Suck me. Please. Pretty please.”
I adored this man. He was sexy and sweet, an intoxicating blend of vulnerability and masculinity that fired all my engines.
My mouth hovered over his cock, and the warm, humid air from my exhales made the fabric of his briefs damp. Rowe’s entire body thrummed with anticipation.
“I hate you,” he said. “This is torture. This is horrible.”
I yanked down his underwear and sucked the head of his cock into my mouth. Rowe yelped.
“I fucking love you,” he cried. “This is heaven. This is the best.”
I wanted to laugh. He made me feel so many things all the damned time. Suddenly, it felt like my life was about someone else. Pleasing him. Reassuring him. Impressing him. Listening to him. Learning about him. Adoring him.
