I bit down on her neck. “I like a woman who knows what she wants.”
“Shh,” she whispered, palming my dick. “Less talking.”
I fucked Race one more time before I left. I didn’t know if it would be the last time I’d have her. I memorized every angle, storing it away for later.
I walked outside on unsteady legs, perfectly spent.
Things had shifted between us, and my life seemed to be falling into place.
Maybe I was reading more into it than I should’ve been. But there’s a look I know, one that conveys every emotion that’s left unspoken. I saw it in her eyes.
She wanted to know me as much as I wanted to find out who the real Race True was, and it made me happy.
I walked down the driveway and climbed in my car, savoring the memory of her calling my name.
Life was good.
Chapter Twelve
Oh God
Race
Oh my God. I fucked Morgan DeLuca.
Actually, he’d fucked me, and I wasn’t ashamed to admit that I’d loved every minute of it.
He’d cuddled me too. Held me in his arms all night, and I fucking loved it.
“What’s that grin about?” Cara asked as she walked into my office.
“Oh, nothing,” I sang, rocking back and forth in my chair.
“I’ve worked for you long enough to know you,” she said, cocking an eyebrow as she started to tidy my desk.
Cara had been assigned to me my first day on the job. As I’d climbed the ranks, she’d come with me and remained forever loyal. I didn’t think it could be possible to have a better secretary than her. More importantly, she was my best friend, and I always confided in her.
She glanced at me. “It’s that man, isn’t it?”
“Who?” I asked, my voice squeaking.
“You’ve had two meetings now with that man from the investigation company.”
“He’s nice,” I said, fidgeting with my pen.
“Sure,” she said. “Why are you so red now that I’ve mentioned him?” She tilted her head, smirking.
“It’s hot in here.”
“It’s not. So, you like him?” she asked. “Have you kissed him?”
“Cara,” I said, trying not to smile.
She shook her head and giggled. “It doesn’t matter. Whatever he’s done, I like seeing you happy.”
“Yeah,” I whispered, unable to look her in the eye.
“Don’t forget what today is,” she told me as she grabbed a stack of folders from the outgoing bin on the bureau.
