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“A lot of shit gets swept under the rug,” Dean agrees. “The more digging I’ve done, the more obvious it is that we don’t have a single clue how widespread this shit is. It can go on right under your nose, and you’d have no idea.”Then he grins, resting his chin on his palm. “Speaking of money laundering, what about your dad, Posey?”I can almost hear her hackles going up, even if she tries to play it off. “What about him?”“Does he know about any of that kind of stuff? I found an old article about his firm from, like, ten years ago. There were all kinds of accusations.”“You are so full of shit.” Meanwhile, I exchange a worried look with Zoe. It never occurred to me we could find something like this while working on the project.“Am I? I’ll send you my research.” He winks at me, trying to hide a grin. “I’m just fucking with you.”“You dick.” She kicks him, though something tells me she’d like to do worse.“Hey, I was just being a good boy and doing my homework.” Homework on Posey’s fa

And I get to sit back and watch. Lucky me.I also get to sit back and watch her parading around the condo in a pair of leggings so tight they might as well be painted on. “You’re not wearing that, are you?” I ask with a tired sigh. Not that I mind for myself. Any opportunity to catch a glimpse of her ass is worth taking. But this isn’t just me.“I’ll wear what I want.” She pushes her way past me on her way to her room. “But I was going to wear a big sweater anyway, and it covers my ass. Not everybody is as perverted as you.”“Don’t you wish they were, though?” I don’t always say what she brings to mind, but right now feels like an exception. She breaks stride just enough for me to know I got through to her but continues to her room anyway while muttering a few choice words.It’s only another ten minutes or so before the intercom buzzes. It’s the front desk. “I have a couple of girls down here saying they’re visiting. Posey and Zoe.”“Send them up.” I know better than to hope the guys

Posey better be careful, or she’s going to find herself with a new best friend, whether she wants one or not. She played it cool, never hinting at anything I told her in my room. She also managed to wrap things up within an hour and got everybody out of the condo. Dean looked disappointed, but that’s no big surprise. I’m not sure what he thought was going to happen. I like him, he’s nice, but I’ve never given him any idea that I see him that way. Have I?Besides, Zoe’s obviously got a huge crush on him. I like her, I want to be friends with her, and it would make me a bitch if I went after him.Right. Whatever you need to tell yourself. I’m not loving the voice in my head right now, but it won’t shut up. I go through the motions of putting everything away, saving what’s left of some pretty expensive cheese. I’m sure anybody raised the way I’m living now would laugh at me for doing it, but certain things I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let go of. I don’t want to waste anything, even

“Let me touch you,” she urges, still whispering. “Let me see you.” With her other hand, she tugs at the waistband of my loose, flannel pants. I don’t bother trying to stop her; it would be like stopping the sun from rising. This is going to happen no matter what I do to stop it.“Let me help you.” I hook a thumb into the waistband of my pants and my boxers and tug, giving her room to dip her hand inside and close her fingers around me. My breath catches before I moan in approval.“It’s so thick,” she murmurs, looking down. She gives an experimental stroke, and I groan.“Not too tight,” I whisper, and she loosens just a bit. “And it’s better if you can get it wet.”She’s determined to surprise me today. Her eyes meet mine, locking onto me, and she raises her other hand before running the flat of her tongue from the heel to her fingertips. She wraps that hand around me this time, and I’m afraid I might come already. Either she has a very active imagination, or she’s been watching porn.

At first, though, I don’t know how he feels. He goes to the bathroom like he did before and gets a washcloth. I guess if he’s going to come on me, he might as well clean me up. And he does so gently but efficiently. Never once does he look above my shoulders. Is he going to get weird like he did last night? Will he walk out on me?As it turns out, no. He makes it just far enough to throw the washcloth into the hamper before coming back to the bed, climbing in next to me, and getting under the sheets like he’s ready for sleep. “Are you okay? Tell me the truth.”His tone contains a combination of caring and possessiveness. I can’t decide if he’s asking because he genuinely cares or because he feels like he’s supposed to.Either way, the answer is the same. “I’m fine. Really, better than fine.”“Good. Your first time should be good. It isn’t for a lot of people.”“I guess not everybody gets as lucky as I did.” I meant it sincerely, but he laughs anyway.The laughter doesn’t last long, an