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His eyes flare with understanding as they come back to mine. “Wow, you never mentioned. I’m sorry to do this here, but you have to go for it when the moment arises. Jonah, how do you feel about meet and greets? Our group works closely with several lower-income high schools as the team physicians. We like to bring out professionals to inspire them to want more. Would you be open to that?”

“Of course. Just tell me when and where. I’ll bring a few others too,” he tells Isaac. I love that he shows no jealousy or possessiveness regarding me. He has no reason to be jealous. I am all about him and only him.

“That would mean a lot. Thank you.” Isaac looks at me and grins. “I guess I’ll have my people reach out to your people.”

Jonah chuckles. “Perfect.”

“Well, I’ll leave you two. I hope you both have a wonderful evening,” he says, and it’s so sincere I know that things at work will be just fine. Glancing back and forth between us one more time, he takes a step away, looks at me, and says, “Roses.”

I nod.

He presses his lips together in a closed-mouth smile and then shakes his head.

“I do see it,” he says.

“See what?” Jonah asks, but Isaac only answers me.

“How you look at him versus how you looked at me.”

“And how do I look at him?”

His smile grows. “This time, I’m going to let you figure it out on your own.”

Chapter 32

Jonah

Since the gala, Sophie and I have spent every moment we can together. This week has flown by, we’ve eaten at two new pizza places, we’ve visited three different dog parks with Vivi and Molly, and every night after Vivi goes to bed, we fall into each other like we’re starved. This thing between us, it isn’t casual, and although we haven’t had the talk yet, I’m certain she knows it too.

It’s now Friday afternoon. At two fifteen, Sophie texts me that she’s leaving work early and heading home. She asks if I’m free to come over, and damn, the girl doesn’t need to ask me twice.

I’ve barely knocked on her door when she swings it open, fists the front of my shirt, and drags me inside.

“Happy to see me?” I ask as my hands wrap around her head and my fingers thread through her hair.

“Very,” she says as she stretches up on her toes, sucks my bottom lip between her teeth, and runs the palm of her hand right over my dick. It’s so unexpected and not at the same time that I moan into her mouth and am immediately hard.

Up and down, she strokes as I taste every corner of her mouth, then she drops to her knees.

“Soph,” I groan, leaning back against the door and looking down at her.

“All day, I’ve been thinking about this,” she says, slipping her fingers under my waistband and dragging everything down.

“Why?”

It’s not that I don’t think about being with her just about every second of the day, because I do, but this . . . it’s surprising.

She tilts her head to look up at me. Long eyelashes wave at me as she blinks and then smiles. My fingers run over the curve of her jaw and her mouth, my thumb dipping right in and rubbing along the inside of her bottom lip. “I was thinking about what you did to me here at this door, and once I started, I couldn’t stop.”

One half of my mouth tips up. “Well, who am I to deny you?”

She smiles, and her eyes drop to focus on the task at hand.

Dragging one finger around the tip, she runs it over the edge and all the way down to the base, causing my stomach muscles to clench. She’s so incredibly sexy; my fingers tangle in her hair in anticipation, and she doesn’t make me wait any longer. She runs her tongue straight up me, her hands up the backs of my thighs, she bites my hip bone, and then takes me fully into her mouth.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” I groan. “But in the best way.”

This doesn’t take long. How can it when the perfect girl is on her knees in front of me? Her mouth is warm, her hands know how to work me in the perfect way, and her hair is so soft as my fingers get tangled and grip her to me.