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“Kingston?” My stomach flips at the sight of him. A worn leather jacket and soft-looking black beanie never looked so damn good on a grown man.Asshole. His crisp, woodsy scent envelops me, and I lick my suddenly dry lips. “What are you doing here?”
“Do you have a minute?” he asks but doesn’t wait for my answer. Instead, he walks right by me and into my house, like he owns the place. I guess he does, and that pisses me off even more.
Sawyer stops and looks around, like he’s looking for something specific before he turns into the kitchen. “I need a pen and paper.”
“You have a house. Go home. I’m sure you’ve got what you need there.Dear Diary, it’s me, Sawyer.”When he doesn’t even turn around, I slam the front door closed and turn the deadbolt, then follow him into the kitchen, where the big jerk has already pulled a notepad and pen from a drawer. “What are you doing?”
He sits down at the kitchen table and starts scrawling furiously across the yellow legal pad. “Listen. I’ve got an idea, but I need you to do me a favor.”
“Barging into my house after I just got home from a sixteen-hour day might not be the best time to ask for a favor, Kingston.” As true as it may be, it doesn’t stop my curiosity from being piqued enough to pull out another chair and sit down. I glance over his notes, but they don’t make any sense... at least not yet. “Hellooooo... Sawyer?”
His hand snaps up and covers my mouth. “Listen, Red. I want you to argue with me—all night tonight. I want you to pick out every possible argument and not stop until we’ve figured out all the ways around them. I don’t just want you to. Ineedyou to. But not yet.”
“Not yet,” I mumble behind his hand indignantly, then lick his palm.
Sawyer’s eyes flare as he drops his hand and stares at me for a long moment.
The tension between us grows thick... and hot... and a little desperate... until he wraps a hand around the back of my head and presses his forehead to mine. “Remind me why I can’t kiss you, Red.”
I run my thumb over his full bottom lip, then lift my eyes. “Because I don’t like you,” I whisper. “Now tell me what I’m supposed to be arguing with you about.”
* * *
Three hours, two cups of coffee, and an entire box of cookies later, we’ve moved to the couch... well,I’vemoved to the couch. Sawyer is still pacing the living room while he talks through the rest of his plan. I’m not even sure he realizes I’m still in the room until he finally stops talking and turns to face me. “Well... what do you think?”
I blink up at him a few times at a loss for words, not something I’m overly familiar with, but there’s nothing left to argue. “You’ve got it. You need to take this to Max. You need to present this to the King Corp. board and get your funding.”
“You really think so?” He squats down in front of me and places both hands on my bare legs. A zing of frenetic energy shoots through me. The yawn I’ve been trying to hide disappears, and I’m suddenly more awake now than I was after the last jolt of caffeine.
I run my fingers through his hair and enjoy the way he momentarily closes his eyes and relaxes his shoulders. “It pains me to say this, but it’s a great idea, Sawyer. You’re in a position to help new and struggling businesses. Bonus points, it also helps the town you love. I mean, come on, your family is one of the founding families, for what it’s worth. You said Max has been trying to get you to join King Corp. for a while. And now, you could do it on your own terms.”
While I’m talking, he slides onto the seat next to me and digs his thumbs into the back of my neck, and I moan, “Ohh. That feels nice.”
“Here’s the other thing...” His strong hands move to my shoulders, and I practically purr in his arms. “I’m not sure I want to run this traditionally through King Corp.”
I look over my shoulder at him. “What do you mean?”
“I’ve always liked being my own boss. I like the freedom it allows.”
He works his fingers over a tight knot of muscles, and a moan slips past my lips. “Keep doing that.”
Sawyer laughs, but those fingers keep digging. “Yes, ma’am.”
“I could get used to this.” I flutter my eyes as one hand stays on my shoulder and the other moves down and slides under my nightshirt. “So, what’s your next move?”
“Do you really have to ask?” His rough voice drops to a sexy, playful tone.
“I mean with the idea.” I let out a quick gasp as he pushes my panties to the side and teases my pussy. “It’s not really a proposal if you don’t try to get approval from King Corp.”
One thick finger teases my entrance as his hot breath skims over the shell of my ear. “I’m not really someone who seeks approval. I’d much rather do what I want, then ask for forgiveness.”
Whipping my head toward his, I lift a brow in question.
“Consent is a whole different thing, Red.” He pushes a finger inside me, then another. Curling them both, while the heal of his hand presses against my clit. “And I’ve already got that, don’t I?”
I ride his hand, wishing I was riding his cock, until he takes it away. “Hey.”
