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“Whoa.” The sight before me is a vision. I don’t know what I expected to happen once I got home, but it wasn’t this. She’s supposed to be in the office. We planned to meet there and go to lunch, but my lunch stands before me in nothing but a lacy black thong and a pair of stilettos.

She leans against the wall with her head tilted to the side. The suitcase slips out of my hand and falls with a loud thud. I kick it, and it slides against the hardwood floor.

It’s a warm day, so I slowly unbutton my white shirt. She moans and takes slow steps in my direction. Her slim hips swing from side to side until she's standing in front of me. Not close enough for our bodies to touch, but close enough for me to reach for her. I stop unbuttoning my shirt to glide my finger down her bare arm.

Wanting more of her, I close the remaining space and lift her off her feet. She wraps her legs around me, throws her head back, and I bury my face between her breasts. I inhale her perfume, and while I suck at the skin there, I carry her to our bedroom. She bounces when I drop her on the bed but crawls back to the edge and undoes my belt.

“I’ve been thinking of this, Mr. Kincaid,” she whispers.

I take off my shoes and remove my pants and boxers. The moment my dick springs free, she swallows it whole. I cup the back of her head with one hand and help guide her. My other hand covers her breast, and when her nipple pebbles in my palm, I grab it between my thumb and index finger and squeeze. She moans with my dick in her mouth, and I throw my head back and sigh while her hot mouth brings me pleasure no one else has ever been able to give me.

“Oh, yeah, baby,” I moan when she starts to run her tongue along my crown. “I’d go away more just to come home to this.” She takes me to the back of her throat. “But I missed you too much.”

She picks up the pace and I put both hands on her head to help her. I feel the orgasm start to build at the base of my spine, but instead of coming in her mouth so she can swallow like she usually does, I pull out. She groans in protest, but I wrap my hand around my dick, jerk it a few times and release it on her chest. It coats her breasts and both nipples. Some lands on her chin and hair.

“You’re so dirty,” she says, running her fingers across her chest and licking them.

I dive onto the bed and lie on top of her before taking her in a deep kiss.

“God, I missed you,” I say against her mouth. “I’m not going on any more trips unless you come with me.” I press my body to hers, uncaring about the mess between us. She wraps her legs around me, and her hot, wet pussy rubs on my stomach. I kiss my way down until I'm between her thighs, and after inhaling her scent, I run my tongue from her clit to her entrance.

Chapter 56

Brynne

He pulls me on top of him and rests his hands on my ass. “I want to talk to you about something.”

He must sense a shift in my tone because his mood shifts as well, and the playfulness suddenly evaporates. He closes his eyes and lets out a groan.

“Not in here,” he says. “Nothing unpleasant in this room.” He rolls off me and pulls on a pair of shorts.

I do the same; I find a T-shirt and join him in the kitchen. “Milton came by the office yesterday.” He hands me bottled water and waits for me to say more. He’s stoic, and I’m having trouble reading him. “He said something, and it’s gotten me curious.”

“What did he say?” he asks. He watches me as he slowly drinks his water.

“Well, he told me about his cancer diagnosis.” From the lift of his eyebrows, I know my words must surprise him.

“You’re the second person he’s told. He swore me to secrecy. That’s why I didn’t quit the job. He made me promise to run his company while he was fighting for his life. If not, I would have quit that day—”

“I figured as much. I suspected he was sick before he confessed. Did you tell him that I’m quitting?”

“I would never,” he says. “You told me that in confidence, but I did approach him about buying the firm.”

“And?” I ask.

“He said no. He said it’s my inheritance.”

I slide off the stool and walk around the counter. I put my hand on his bare chest.

“Why did you offer to buy it?” I look into his eyes and hold his stare.

He licks his lips, and I can tell he’s weighing his response. I already know the answer. He asked for me despite knowing I want to work for myself. This is his way of trying to right Milton's wrong.

“Well—” he begins, but my phone rings, cutting off the rest of his words. I eye the phone, and it’s the residential management company I hired to manage my property.

“Hold on, babe.” I grab the phone.

“Hello? This is Brynne Barber.” There’s static on the other end, and I pull the phone away from my ear when it gets too loud. “Hello?” I say again after putting the phone on speaker.

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