“Drake . . .” I shook my head as I gazed at the woman I loved. “You have to know that if I was in your shoes, as a partner, I would have been treated the same way. Our in-house counsel has standard operating procedures. All she was doing—all we were doing—was following them to protect Hooked. This wasn’t personal, trust me when I say that.”“I know,” she replied.“We didn’t want to do this, Drake,” Holden added. “We didn’t want to have that meeting. We didn’t want to even consider that you had something to do with the Dating Place or that you were acting as a mole or that you had sent that email. But for the sake of Hooked, we had to do our due diligence. Although none of us were able to voice this, we didn’t think for a second that you were involved in any way.”“Shit no,” Grayson said. “If you wanted access to our system, you would have hacked in—we all know that. You wouldn’t have wasted your time and taken a job here.”Holden chuckled. “What he said, but that still doesn’t change
“You better come inside before I eat you in this doorway.” He turned, giving me enough space to slide into his condo.I’d already smelled dinner the moment he opened the door, but the closer I got to the kitchen, the stronger the aroma became.I set my overnight bag on one of the barstools, and that was when I heard “Draaake!”Heavy, clunky footsteps came barreling out of the living room. Belle’s head barely exceeded Easton’s high counter, her pigtails bopping just above the edge of the stone, her ringlets finding flight as she sprinted toward me.“Belle,” I sang back, kneeling on the kitchen floor so I could give her a hug. “What are you doing here?”As she circled her small arms around my neck, I immediately got a whiff of chocolate chip cookies. A dessert, I was positive, Easton had fed her.Although Belle’s nanny often brought her by the office, those stops were quick. The most time I spent with her was during occasions like this, when Holden needed to speak to Easton and they wer
“I love that,” I whispered.“I tried something different tonight.”I smiled, taking in more of the aroma. “Oh yeah?”“When I brought you to lunch last week, you ordered a salad with grilled shrimp. It got me thinking about seafood.” He led me over to the stove, opening the cover to the large, flat oval dish. “I just took this out of the oven before you got here. It needs time to sit and gel and cool off from its current molten-lava state.”I laughed at his description. “It looks divine.” The base appeared to be thick rice with sausage and seasoning and a large collection of seafood on top. “What’s it called?”“Paella.” He took a spoon from one of the drawers, dipping it into the mixture. He blew on the rice and sausage before holding it up to my lips. “Taste.”Now that it was closer, I saw the bits of onion and the small round peas in the rice. “Easton, my goodness,” I moaned, covering my mouth the moment it hit my tongue. “This is heavenly.”“The first time I had this was when I was
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVENEastonIf I was going to take Drake on a trip, our first that wasn’t work related, I wanted to make sure she never forgot it. That it was a location she could absorb on a level that went beyond restaurant reservations and tours and cultural experiences I normally planned. I wanted her to connect to the landscape, to feel the air. To listen to the stories the mountains whispered.Utah was a place where I’d spent a lot of time. Not just skiing in the winter, but camping in the spring, summer, and fall. Never promoted as much as Colorado or Nevada or Montana, more of a hidden secret that always surprised people when they arrived, it was a state that was often overlooked.I didn’t know why.These grounds were some of the most beautiful in the world, and as someone well traveled, I had every authority to say that.That was why I wanted to share this with Drake.I wanted her to know what it felt like to be in the middle of nowhere. To have to rely on natu
She glanced at me, scanning my eyes.“I don’t want you to feel anything but amazement while we’re out here,” I continued. “But, at the same time, I realize this is my kind of vacation. I’m hoping you’ll experience it the way I want you to . . . I just don’t know if that’ll be the case.” I nipped one of her knuckles and soothed it with a kiss. “To make that adjustment easier on you, I want to deal with any concerns you have before you see our accommodations.”She laughed. “Are you reading me the back of a Moab camping warning label?”“That’s exactly what I’m doing.” I winked at her.“And you’re saying I may hate you after this?”Now it was my turn to laugh. “Hate is a strong feeling. Let’s go with . . . camping will continue to be my thing, and all other non-camping adventures will be our thing.”While her hand was still near my lips, she wiggled it out of my grip and cupped my cheek. “I’m going into this very open minded. I want to love it.”“Good.” I kissed her fingers as they got cl
“I knew you would.”Her chest rose and fell. “It’s everything I needed—just like you’re everything I need.”I brought her hand up to my face, smelling her skin, kissing it. “I love you.”As she gazed at me, emotion moved into her stare. It thickened the longer she went without blinking. “Easton . . .” Her teeth moved to her lip, dragging the ends across the bottom, back and forth, taunting me. “I love you too.”CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHTDrakeWhen we’d gotten into the car and started driving to the campsite, Easton’s warning had made me extremely nervous. Although I’d tried not to let on—I didn’t want him to think I was regretting my decision—I was certainly wondering if agreeing to this trip had been a bad idea.He was just so excited about taking me camping and showing me Utah that I didn’t want to break his heart.Still, I wasn’t sure if this type of traveling was really my thing. If I could become one with nature to where I was literally sleeping in it.But once we parked and I thoroug
I rocked my hips forward, the desire pooling inside me, and I met his hard-on, filling the silence in the room with my heavy breathing.“You taste so good.” He licked a path to my nipples, replacing his hand with his mouth, sucking one, nibbling. Biting. “Always so hard and ready for me.”He wasn’t even talking about my clit or the wetness waiting for him below.He was just referring to the way my nipples responded to him.But it didn’t stop at just my chest. Easton caused my whole body to react. Even if it was just the delicate touch of his fingertips or the slightest graze of his tongue.I felt it.I responded.And it was those sensations that made me crave more.That made me beg, “I need you.”The greediness had taken over and I was adjusting his tip toward my entrance, needing the friction, the fullness.“Yes, someone does want it, doesn’t she.” He called me out as I rubbed my clit over his crown, exhaling against the top of his head as he gave my chest more attention.“Please.”I
I was thankful that a few weeks ago we’d decided to no longer use condoms, that there was nothing separating us from experiencing this.This overwhelming feeling.But one that was so extremely satisfying.“You’re so fucking tight.”I didn’t know which part of me he was talking about. It didn’t matter. He sounded as pleasured and as turned on as I was, and when he gripped my cheek and kissed me, his eyes feral when we parted, I knew his body was as lit as mine.But what was happening beneath the water wasn’t as active as what was going on above it.In fact, neither of us budged.I just stayed still, taking it all in, getting acclimated to these senses before I rocked forward and back. When I did, when I drew my hips up and down, his finger went in the same pattern.“Easton . . .” I didn’t have words. I searched, but they were gone. Too much was in motion. Too much was at play. I just had breaths and moans and squeezes—his shoulders, neck, anything within range of grasping.“You feel fu