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My own body hums.

Matthew’s mouth parts, his eyes narrowing. “Molly.”

And suddenly, he’s falling apart. Giving in. The hot shot of his release explodes on my tongue as his eyes refuse to break away from me.

“Fuck.” He strokes my hair, and I draw away, looking down at the mess that’s escaped the tight seal of my lips. “Oh, fuck, baby, you’re covered in me.”

“W-was that good?”

Matthew drops to the ground next to me. His mouth crashes against mine. Clearly, he has no care in the world for the mess.

“You’re the best I ever had,” he breathes against my lips, and I laugh. He pulls us both up off the ground and drapes me in a hug. “I’m going to have to show you how thankful I am for making my dreams come true.”

“Well,” I say playfully, “how do you top the best?”

I’m on top of the world.

“Lie on your back.” He looks over to the bed. “Let’s see how many times I can make you come before you feel like I’ve sufficiently shown my gratitude.”

Matthew makes me feel safe enough to indulge in my wildest fantasies. For the first time, I’m free enough to bejustme.

Chapter25

Matthew

Outside the glasswalls of the office headquarters, the city skyline is a blur of grays and blues. “It’s feasible for me to develop a prototype and complete a beta software by the end of the year,” Robert says without looking away from the strings of code on his screen. Large headphones cover his ears as he types vigorously.

It reminds me of when we first started Plastech together. The late nights, the bubbling nerves of not knowing what the next day would look like, and getting to work with my best friends. I’m glad Ollie and Robert are joining EcoDrones.

“That’s perfect.” I clap my hands together and sit back in my office chair. “I’m scheduling meetings with a few ecologists in forest hotspots; I’ll send you a summary of my notes, and you can take their feedback into consideration.”

“Thanks for including me in this endeavor, Matthew. Ocean Tidy’s self-sustainability has led to a noticeable deceleration in activities within ORO,” he says in the same tone of voice I’ve heard since we were at MIT together. Robert has always been the brainiac of our group.

“There’s a chance that if our prototype and seed money come together quickly, we may be able to quit ORO by the end of the year.”

Robert nods. “That would be beneficial for me. It’s been a great three years, but it’s time to say goodbye.”

Our new venture has already received a lot of interest. Of course, with Molly’s introductions, we’ll have a much easier time securing capital than we did for my first company. Even if we don’t get the trust, I should be able to fund the majority of EcoDrones’s operations with the new leads I’ve been making around town.

“Mornin’, mates.” Ollie bulldozes into our shared office. Robert gives him a quick glance while I shoot him a tight-lipped smile. He halts in the doorway, his six-foot-five frame taking up the cramped space as he peers straight at me. “Why are you looking so grim?”

“I barely got any sleep last night.” I rub my tired eyes. It’s impossible to hide anything from Ollie.

“Ooo la la,” he sings before tossing his backpack onto his desk and collapsing into his chair.

Although I did have the pleasure of knocking role-playing off my bucket list, that’s not why I haven’t caught any shut-eye in the ten days since it happened.

“No, it’s not that, you scoundrel.” I shoot him a glare. “There are only three weeks left before this Winter Ball thing. Molly and I have been racking our brains to find entertainment for the cocktail party. We’ve tried every acrobat, fire-juggler, and stilt-walker in a hundred-mile radius. There’s nothing available. Apparently, all of New York City is having their holiday party that week.”

An ache settles in my temple. Molly’s been on the phone for hours each day, tapping every connection she has. We’ve been met with a brick wall at every turn.

Ollie rolls his chair closer to mine. “Why can’t those fancy folks just drink? It’s called a cocktail party for a reason.”

“Trust me, we’ve tried all the wineries and breweries in the tristate area.Nothing.”

“I may have a way to help ya.” He considers me for a moment, stroking the auburn beard on his chin. “But it’s gonna cost you one of the biggest favors of all time.”

“Ol, I’m desperate,” I say, dropping my forearms to my knees and leaning forward.

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