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“Good.” Moving my hips faster, I rasped, “You’re so hot in it.”

“This beautiful pussy is mine tonight.” He groaned. “You’reall mine tonight. You got it?”

I answered by taking his mouth, our tongues colliding, circling, tasting, amidst frantic breaths.

Brock moved his hand behind my head as he moved in and out of me even faster. “Let me know when you’re ready for me.”

“Now…” I breathed.

I soon learned why he’d protected my head as he lurched forward when he came, his warm cum filling me. The feel of his wet heat between my legs timed perfectly with my own earth-shattering climax, which rolled through me in glorious waves.

He continued to hold me until our breathing slowed. Then he finally put me down, backed me against the wall again, and kissed me voraciously.

He placed an arm on each side of my shoulders, locking me in. “I was gonna ask you to show me around the City tomorrow, but I’m pretty sure all I want to do isthatover and over again.”

CHAPTER 18

February

“You see? Manhattan isn’t all that different from Maine…”

Brock raised his brows and looked around. “I’ll give you that I didn’t expect Central Park to be this big. But in the last twenty minutes, we saw a guy in only underwear and cowboy boots playing a guitar on the street, a guy on the subway who took off his shirt and started painting himself blue, and a woman on a bench eating what looked like a full Thanksgiving meal with chopsticks while sharing every other bite with a waitingratandpigeon.”

I chuckled. “The woman was very Snow White, wasn’t she?”

“If you say so…”

I linked my arm with Brock’s and steered us down the stairs to Bethesda Fountain. “Want to sit for a while?”

Brock shrugged. “Whatever you want.”

We took a seat on the concrete wall that circledthe outer perimeter of the fountain and quietly people-watched together. To the left, a man chased twin boys who were probably around two years old. Each toddler ran in the opposite direction and tried to climb into the water.

“Have you talked to your dad since you’ve been back?” Brock asked.

I nodded. “Once. About a week ago.”

“You call him or he call you?”

“He called me. He said he was going to be in Manhattan the next day and asked if I wanted to get together for lunch. But I had a packed schedule and was busy preparing for a board meeting, so I told him maybe another time.”

“Was that a blow-off, or are you going to see him at some point?”

I sighed. “I guess I’ll see him. We left it that he was going to call me in a few weeks, when things settled down at work. But after yesterday, I’m not sure that’s going to be happening anytime soon.”

“What happened yesterday?”

I filled Brock in on the board member I’d caught trying to sell part of my company, and how I’d made the bold—and possibly stupid—announcement that I was going to buy out the investors.

“You have the cash to do that?”

“I’m a little short…”

Brock was quiet for a moment. “I still have a little money left from the inheritance I got from my uncle, if you need it. It’s just sitting in the bank.”

“I need six-million dollars.”

Brock’s eyes flared wide. “Shit. That’s a little out of my league.”

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