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All of it seemed possible. A fantastical future laid out before us on the golden trail of sunlight that danced across the ocean water outside the windows. In that moment, I felt like I could have it all.
And I could have it with Rowe Prince.
My mouth held him while my tongue danced around his shaft. I proceeded to defile him, sucking his cock and fucking him with spit-slick fingers. The sexy flush mottling his neck and chest made my dick hard as granite, so I yanked at the button and zippers on my pants until I was fisting my dick while sucking him off.
Rowe grabbed my hair and pulled as he shouted his release into the room. The sound of his broken voice crying out my name was enough to make me come all over myself and the stupid white sofa. I lurched up to take his mouth in mine and roll us until we were side by side, a dirty mash-up of panting breaths, sweat, saliva, and semen.
“More,” Rowe said with a cheeky grin.
I barked out a laugh and leaned back with a groan. “You’re with an old man, cutie. There’s no more in the tank for a little while.”
He reached out and ran the tip of his finger across my forehead and down my temple to my cheek and jaw. The tender affection in his expression didn’t help my breathing slow down in the least bit. “Thirty’s not so old,” he said dreamily. “Seems like you’re just right.”
We lay there staring at each other and sharing small touches and kisses until I realized someone’s phone was buzzing insistently from wherever we’d dropped our clothes.
“Real life is intruding,” I murmured, unable to take my fingers out of his adorable curls. “Make it stop.”
He groaned for a long moment before smacking a quick kiss to my lips. “We did come here with a plan,” he reminded me. “Maybe we should execute that plan.”
“Or what if we make a new plan? A plan called Sebastian and Rowe Christen Every Room of This House.”
“Hmm. I like it. How many rooms here?”
“So many,” I said fervently.
Rowe’s light laugh was enough to keep me there in his arms for a few more minutes before I finally pushed off the sofa and reached out a hand to pull him up. “Duty calls. And let’s order some food, too. I haven’t fed you in a while.”
“Good idea.” He looped his arms around my neck. “I could go for a beer and some of that snack mix we had last weekend.”
“Hmm. I dunno. I’m cravingburritos—”
Rowe snickered, pressing his face to my chest.
“Do you suppose Burrito Bandito delivers out here? I heard they have this hot-as-fuck delivery person who does a little toe-kick move, but I haven’t seen it yet…”
Rowe pinched my waist, and I jumped back. “I’ll show you a toe-kick,” he threatened, eyes dancing as his fingers made grabby motions toward me. He chased me into my bathroom, where we spent long, gorgeous minutes teasing each other under the hot spray.
It was a long time later when we finally dressed, ordered our food—burgers, not burritos—and settled at the kitchen table with our laptops to return Kenji’s calls.
“Bash, made much headway on your research?” Kenji said over the speaker, his voice just a shade too innocent. “Since you didn’t return my call immediately, I can only assume you’ve found a crucial piece of information and you’ve been working tirelessly.”
Rowe blushed and bit his lip, looking a bit guilty, but I didn’t feel guilty in the slightest. Despite my very real concerns about Sterling Chase, with Rowe at my side, none of it felt as overwhelming or heavy as it might have even a few weeks ago. Only the knowledge that this mattered to Rowe, too, had kept me from dragging Rowe out onto the balcony so I could make love to him until the sun set.
“Stop teasing, or I’ll tell Landry you’re bored and need him to come keep you company,” I said blandly.
Kenji sobered quickly. “Our investigator already found some interesting information about Austin.” I could hear the familiar tap of his fingers on his tablet. “First of all, he’s exactly who he claims to be. All of his education and work experience from his resume are accurate. However… did you realize that Austin got his MBA from NYU’s business school five years ago?”
I frowned, though he couldn’t see me. “So?”
“So, that was the same year Justin Hardy got his MBA from the same school. Not something I would have put together,” he admitted, “but the investigator we’re using is the same one we used when we investigated Justin after he and Silas broke up, so it pinged for her right away. Turns out, Austin and Justin worked with the same professor as partners on a special research project for Troy Innovation Lab about boosting profitability of startups.”
“Huh.” It wasn’t a surprise that Austin knew Justin somehow, but discovering they’d worked closely together on a graduate studies projectwas. “Is there a way to find out if they’re still in regular contact?”
“There is, and theyare. Both of them are registered mentor alumni at NYU Stern, and they’re still working with that same professor. And what’s even more interesting? Austin’s latest HR recommendation—Felicia Ullney—was recruited from that program. It also looks like several of the grad students have been recruited to work at Hardy Development.”
I couldn’t decide if that was suspicious or not. “They might just be loyal to their grad school. Why wouldn’t they recruit from its program?”
Kenji made a sound of agreement. “Exactly what I’d think, but get this… apparently, Austin and Justin have helped not one butthreeother sets of partners who worked on the Troy project. In every case,oneperson from the partnership got recruited by Sterling Chase, and theotherwent to Hardy Development. That makes three people at Sterling who are close to Hardy employees. Almost like Justin and Austin planned this out. Interesting, no?”
