Page 53 of The Player + The Pact = I Do

She nods. “I know, but… thank you.”

A smile threatens at the corners of my mouth. She slides her leg over mine, and I exhale at her touch. Like without it I’m not quite whole.

She sits up, pulls my t-shirt over her head and the sight of her hard, deep red nipples has the blood rushing to my cock.

She lies back down and we’re facing each other on our sides, our legs tangled. She presses her fingers along my jaw, down my neck and along my collarbones. The heat of her hands melts me. I need more of her, but I want to go at her pace.

Her hands slide lower, across the ridges of my chest. “I like this,” she says, and I’m not sure what she means, but I’m happy she likes anything. “The hair,” she adds, as if she knows what I’m thinking.

She dips lower and circles the base of my cock with her fingers. “And this.” She laughs. “I like this a lot.”

I growl and flip her to her back. “Oh yeah?” I ask. “You like my cock?”

Her eyes grow dark and serious and she nods. “And you,” she whispers. “I like you.”

I drop a kiss to her mouth. “I like you too.”

She spreads her legs and wraps them around my waist. She turns her head, and then reaches for a condom packet lying on the bedside table. “I alsoreallylike your cock.”

I chuckle, sit back, and roll on the condom.

EIGHTEEN

Jules

The staff is going to be pissed. Or at least some of them will be. But I can’t let the potential of The Mayfair’s rooftop go to waste.

“Does this need to go as well?” Jimmy calls from the other side of the roof terrace, pointing to a small table that up until ten minutes ago had been covered in ashtrays.

“Yes,” I reply. “Absolutely everything.”

I pull out the metal tape measure I found in Louis’ desk and wince. Just moving my arm makes my body ache. What in the hell did we do last night to make my goddamn arms hurt?

The answer iseverything. Absolutely everything. I can still feel Leo all over my body.

I roll my lips back to stop myself from smiling.

I place the toe of my stiletto on the end of the tape measure and pull. I have no idea what Louis needed to measure, but he wasn’t doing anything else, so he must have been measuring something. I just hope it wasn’t his dick.

I start at the far end of the roof terrace. My guestimate is sixty by fifty yards. I keep pulling out the metal tape, which seems to go on forever.

I wonder how Leo’s feeling this morning. Neither of us got much sleep last night. I crawled out of bed at five, showered, and left around six. He didn’t stir. I wasn’t sure if he was deliberately avoiding a conversation about the night before, so I didn’t wake him.

There will be plenty of time to talk, although my vote would be to skip right past conversation and put the entire episode behind us. That, or get naked again. Naked is definitely the more complicated of the two options, but I have evidence in my aching muscles that it would also be the morefunoption.

“Should I start sweeping?” Bill, one of our maintenance team, asks, pulling me away from thoughts about Leo.

“Yes, please. The surveyor is coming at two.” At least it’s cloudy, so he won’t be cooked up here as he does… whatever he’s going to do. We’ll need shade up here if this is going to be a guest space. Umbrellas or a pergola. It’s just before twelve, so we’ve got time to clear the rest of the chairs and sweep up. The surveyor is going to tell me how much weight the roof can take, and any safety renovations needed before I engage an architect and a designer. I need to know the structural costs before I get excited about anything else. I’d really like to cover the place in decking. We also need to put electricity up here. At the very least we’ll need music and refrigeration, but I’m not opposed to a full bar. Maybe even a grill.

My phone rings and my heart splutters, as I immediately assume it’s going to be Leo.

But of course it isn’t. It’s just Joan.

“Are you up on the roof?” she asks.

“Yeah, just getting things ready before the surveyor gets here.”

“Well, you might want to come down here?—”

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