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Another call has me snatching my phone out of my pocket like I’m grabbing a life raft thrown to me in choppy waters. I glance at the name to see that it’s John McKinnon. He’s as close to a friend as I’ve got in the real estate business. A braggart and loudmouth. But fuck, he’s a shrewd businessman and we work well together.
“McKinnon,” I greet, my voice as smooth as though I’ve been working all morning instead of having these ridiculous flights of fancy.
“Lewis! I just acquired the deal of a lifetime over in New Jersey. I was wondering if you’d want a piece of the action… unless it’s too big for you, of course,” he mocks.
I laugh. “You wish. I’m sure it’s a small fish compared to the one I’m reeling in.”
“You mean Sean Moore or that mystery project you’re doing out in Maine?” John asks. “That is, if you’re in Maine at all.”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I say smoothly.
Truth is, the Kendall land was nothing in the grand scheme of things. But the reminder is sobering. I’ve put a fuckton of effort into getting Sean Moore, the CEO and founder of Moore Pharmaceuticals, to hire me on. And here I am, risking that for… what? The Kendall property—which will turn a tidy profit, but never enough to jeopardize other opportunities.
Moore represents the biggest potential client I’ve had so far. The man is said to have impeccable taste and a generous hand to whoever can give him what he wants. I’ve been wanting to work with him for years, and when rumors started to circulate that Moore plans to build a new headquarters in New York, I knew I had to act.
This place is a distraction, and the sooner I shift my focus back to what’s more important, the better.
Chapter Eight
KYLIE
The feeling of strong, firm hands tracing a line down my hips and parting my thighs has me gasping for breath. The sensations are so light that I can hardly tell they’re there, but it sets my skin on fire all the same. Heat rushes through me as tingles linger in the wake of his lips.
His head dips to my thigh, pressing a firmer kiss there as he looks up at me through his dark lashes.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me?” he asks, the husky undertone of his voice sending tingles up my spine.
I whimper as I nod. My hands are bound over my head, the silken cords holding me in place. I’m his to do with as he pleases. My surrender unconditional.
He kisses up my inner thigh. “What do you want?”
“You,” I say.
“What do you want me to do?”
He’s going to make me beg. I’m already wet, need pulsing through me. “Lick my clit. Please!”
He smirks, then delves into me. His tongue laves over my clit, setting the bundle of nerves pulsing with pleasure. Heat pools in my core. My pussy starts to flutter. I want more. Need more. I want him inside of me.
“More,” I beg.
He hums in satisfaction. “Don’t move,” His command has me freezing in place. “You understand?”
I nod my head in response, completely breathless.
“Words, Kylie.”
“Yes, sir,” I breathe out, meeting his dark gaze with my green one. His pupils are so dilated, the dark brown has faded completely to black.
“Good Girl.”
He leaves my thighs wide open as he instantly removes his hands. As one hand travels up my body to cup my breast, I feel the other slam two fingers into my core, sending me close to the breaking point as I arch my back and cry out.
“Dante.”
His name on my lips is all it takes. In the next instant, he’s pinching my nipple and my clit in tandem, sending me directly over….
My eyes snap open and I jolt up in bed. It’s clear that my efforts to forget Dante have been fruitless. Throwing off the covers, I drag myself from the warmth and comfort of my bed and head towards the shower to wash the essence of the dream off of me.
