“You…”
Whatever he says next is swallowed by the thunderous pounding of my hopefulheart.
Then, it hits me.
“Wait a minute.” I hold up a hand. “What do you mean by, you weren’t supposed to like me this much?”
He traces the contour of my jawline with his fingertips before tapping the tip of my nose. “Somewhere between our first naughty encounter in my office and this trip to Paris, you became… more.”
I’m floored by his admission.
“You mean, you like-me like me?”
He nods. “I like-you like you. A lot.”
My heart gallops out of control at his sweet confession.
“I like-you like you, too, Phoenix.” I hesitate. “So, what does this mean for us?” A tinge of insecurity knots my stomach.
“Now that we’ve established our language skills have reverted back to that of kindergarten kids, let’s cut out the bullshit.”
I laugh. “Okay.”
“I haven’t dated many women. And the ones I did see for longer than a fling, I never shared so much of me with them,” he says. “I’m an open book with you. It’s so unlike me.”
“Same here,” I say.
“Fuck the arrangement. I vote we ride this out for all it’s worth. No foot on the brake. No holding back.”
With that one sentence, he kills me in a million different ways… each more elating than the other.
“I like the sound of that.” I smile wide.
He captures my lips.
He kisses me soft at first and I cling onto him and press my body against his. The kiss turns ravenous and his cock swells inside me.
Holding me tight, he stands and carries me across the office.
“Where are we going?”
“The sofa,” he says. “Time for round two.”
Chapter 31
Michaela
It’s Sunday lunch at the patriarch König’s Malibu Colony Beach house.
This house is the size of Vatican City.
Phoenix, Slate, Wilder, and Soren are working the barbecue while talking sports.
Typical men.
Wilder is back in LA. Since Phoenix’s younger brothers are certified bachelors, I’m the only girl. As the men were going on and on and on about last night’s basketball game, I excused myself and headed to the bathroom. On my way back to the deck, I spot a beautifully appointed room. A wall decorated with myriad photos stares at me.
Curiosity wins.
