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Laughing, I nudge his shoulder with mine. “Be serious. Do you like it?”
“I do. As it turns out, I’m good at it. As an account manager, my success rate is one of the best in my department.”
I reach out to stroke his cheek. “Look at you, a finance mogul.” I lean close to kiss him. “I’m so impressed with the man you’ve become.”
Smiling, Connor rolls closer and kisses me. “Coming from you, that means everything.” He nuzzles the side of my face. “Talk to me in Japanese,” he murmurs in a low voice.
The deep resonance of his voice sends a tingle down my spine. “What do you want me to say?”
“Tell me you love me.”
I smile and tell him what he wants to hear.
“Tell me more,” he begs, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close.
I continue speaking my ancestral language. I tell him how I feel about him, how much I love him, how sad I am for the time we missed. I think he senses from the tone of my voice that the words I’m speaking are tinged with sadness and regret because he tightens his hold on me and presses his lips to my temple.
“I love you, Ken,” he murmurs. Then, to lighten the mood and put a smile on my face, he tickles me.
I screech as I fend off his marauding fingers. “No fair! No tickling!”
He moves over me with a panty-melting grin on his face. “If you want me to stop tickling you, you have to kiss me.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and roll us so that I’m on top. I sit upright, straddling his hips, and pin his wrists to the mattress. Already I can feel his growing erection prodding between my legs.
Leaning down, I touch my nose to his. “I’ll do more than kiss you,” I say softly. “I’ll make you see stars.”
He groans when my hands start roaming over his torso. “Ken,” he says hoarsely when I take hold of him in my hand. “My Ken.”
He doesn’t say much more after that. He’s breathing too hard to speak.
I keep my promise and make sure he sees stars.
Chapter 29
Connor Murphy
Monday morning, Bruce drives us the short distance to the office. When he pulls up to the front of the building, I jump out of the car and hurry around to the other side to open Kennedy’s door. I offer her my hand and help her out.
“I can open my own car door, you know,” she says, laughing as she takes my hand nonetheless. “I’m perfectly capable.”
“I know you are. Indulge me. I like spoiling you.” Then I wave to Bruce. “See you at five.”
I reach for Kennedy’s hand, and side-by-side we approach the entrance to Carmichael & Son. She slows to a stop and gazes up at the building’s façade. I’m used to it, of course, seeing it nearly every weekday. But she’s been gone a long time. It’s almost new to her.
“Impressive, isn’t it?” I ask. The building’s traditional white marble architecture makes it stand out, even in the staid and conservative financial district. The building is impressive, with its wide sweeping stone steps leading up to a grand entrance of gold-trimmed glass turnstile doors. White stone pillars stand like guardians in front of the building.
Kennedy tilts her head to look up at the building. “I’d forgotten how huge it is.”
“Wait until you see my office,” I tell her. “I’ve come a long way from being Will’s PA. I have my own staff now.”
We cross the lobby to the welcome desk, where I introduce Kennedy to the security guards on duty. One of them actually remembers her from her time here as an intern.
We take one of the lifts up to the second floor. “My office is to the right,” I say as we step out. “Let me pop in there and say hello to my staff. Then I’ll go have a chat with the big man himself, Fitzwilliam.”
“Do you think Will has already told him about us?”
I shrug. “Possibly.”
