登入Christian Genevieve lay on his chest, absently twisting her finger in and out of his chest hair, her thoughts clearly drifting somewhere far away. She kept her calculations to herself, and Christian was far too cautious to push too hard right now, lest he push her away entirely.He supposed he didn’t really need to know if he was anything more to Genevieve than a financial whiz who also happened to be easy on the eyes and spectacular in bed. Gavin was right. All that mattered was the money. He needed to keep his eye on the prize—a prize that was less than a month away now.But the closer it got, the more the tension coiled in his gut. It was like a pitcher throwing a no-hitter who was rolling along doing his thing, only to realize it was the ninth inning. The end goal was right in sight, and suddenly, everything started tightening up.“What was the real story with Julian and Sarah?” Christian asked casually, breaking the silence.The entire situation surrounding Julian Sterling’s ex-
MarcusMarcus’s knuckle softly brushed over her cheek. He wished he didn’t have to wake her up, but they had already arrived at the private airport, and it was time to board the jet back to the city. Sarah had fallen asleep barely five minutes into the car ride. It wasn't particularly shocking, considering how much of the night he had kept her awake.He had fully intended on sleeping last night, but he simply hadn't been able to resist her. He couldn’t get enough of her. Anytime they would finally drift off, it wouldn’t be long before they would wake up again, only to get completely lost in one another. It was the first night in as long as he could remember that he hadn’t woken up to check his phone multiple times. In fact, the only reason he had even stirred this morning was due to the sound of the device vibrating on the nightstand.He had never experienced such a deep, restorative sleep, even with all of the late-night interruptions. It seemed Sarah required a bit more rest than he
MarcusMarcus watched Sarah bounce on the balls of her feet to stay warm against the biting morning air. "I never thought I’d say this, but I’ve never been more excited to see Ezra in my life,” she said, her voice full of genuine enthusiasm.A low growl rumbled deep in Marcus's throat as he looked down at her. “Careful sounding so excited when speaking of my driver, sweetheart. He’s worked for me for years, but make me too jealous and he might just lose his job.”The dramatic eye roll she gave him proved she didn’t believe his threat in the slightest. Before he could stop her, she practically skipped across the asphalt toward Ezra, leaping into his arms and wrapping him in a massive hug.Marcus narrowed his eyes. If Ezra hadn’t intentionally hovered his hands over a completely safe, professional spot on her back, he’d already be fired, their years of friendship be damned. Stopping in front of them, Marcus raised an eyebrow as Ezra met his gaze with an amused, knowing smile.Sarah step
SarahHe was rock hard, his cock standing at attention. Sarah knew that if she closed the distance between them and touched him, he’d forget all about his insistence on giving her a break. At least, she thought he would. She resisted the urge to test her theory, however, because he was right—she was starving, and her muscles were already sore despite the warm bath.It didn’t mean she couldn't have a little fun with him, though. Sarah turned around, giving him a perfect view of her ass as she bent down to pick up the clothes he’d thrown at her earlier. She stayed bent over just a little longer than necessary, arching her back in hopes of driving him wild.“One day, I’m going to put a perfect handprint on that ass,” Marcus muttered, his voice thick.“What for?” Sarah asked, sliding one foot and then the other into the pant legs of the sweatpants they had bought.“For all the times you’ve been a pain in my ass.”“Me?” She mocked an offended gasp. “Never.”He let out a deep, rumbly laugh.
SarahMarcus stood in front of the hotel room phone with a towel precariously wrapped around his waist. With one small tug, Sarah would be met with the sight of every perfect inch of him. She smiled at the thought, knowing how easy it would be to strip him completely and let him have his way with her all over again.“Stop staring at me like that,” he warned, the phone pressed to his ear.Sarah bit her lower lip, shaking her head at him. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”He grunted, gesturing to the bed in the middle of the room. “You’re eye-fucking the hell out of me. If you aren’t careful, I’ll end this call right now and fuck you on top of the sheets I’m trying to replace.”She opened her mouth to respond, but he held up a strict finger. “Oh, hi,” he began, clearing his throat and shifting his tone. “Uh, yes, we do need new sheets.”Sarah’s eyes bugged as she realized whoever was on the other line had definitely just heard the filthy threat he’d given her. She knew she sho
SarahSarah’s body stilled completely against his. The heat of the bathwater suddenly felt secondary to the sharp spike of adrenaline in her veins. She turned her head slowly, needing to look directly at him, fully expecting to find his trademark, mocking smirk playing on his lips—the one that would instantly signal he was just messing with her head.But it wasn’t there.Marcus looked right back at her, his dark eyebrows raised slightly, his gaze steady and challenging. He looked like a man daring her to call his bluff.“You didn’t,” she breathed, the words barely catching in her throat.“Are you telling me that I’m lying, Sarah?” he countered softly, his voice a low, gravelly vibration in the quiet room.She shook her head, her mind spinning on its axis. “I just…”Marcus reached out, his wet thumb gently brushing a damp stray lock of hair away from her cheek. “Deep down, I think you knew there was something between us back then. I just think you didn’t want to admit it to yourself.”







