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I lift my head, my chest heaving as I catch my breath. He lifts his fingers between us—obscenely wet… covered in me.

“Open.”

“What—?”

He shoves his fingers past my lips.

“Suck,” he growls.

My eyes water, my throat full as he pulls his fingers back achingly slow so I can suck them clean. The sweetness of my arousal floods my tongue as I run it along his skin.

He slides them out and inspects them, then runs his thumb over my lower lip.

“Now swallow.”

I do as he says, his eyes burning into mine.

“I can’t afford to get distracted, Ava.” His jaw tightens. “And knowing what you taste like when you come for me would be a big distraction. My head needs to be on securing a deal with Callaghan. You understand, don’t you?”

I nod in shock.

“Good.” He uncurls my leg from around his waist and lowers it to the ground, then smooths down my skirt. “Let’s go.”

He places his hand on my lower back and steers me through the tree line and back onto the path leading back to the main house.

The weight of his hand scorches the base of my spine as we head back to his car. He’s straightened his shirt, hiding the rip beneath his tie.

What the hell was that? How did I make the same mistake with him again? I love to push him. The way he makes my blood heat makes me feel alive in a way I haven’t in years, but still… The rebuttal afterward wasn’t as sharp this time, but the message was the same.

This is nothing more than a game to him.

I hear him loud and clear.

I climb into the car without looking at him when he opens the door for me. He lifts the blanket from where I dropped it on his seat, and folds it neatly, placing it inside the back of the car before getting in.

Neither of us says a word on the drive back to Rochwell.

His words ring in my head. But not the lust-fueled ones. Those sinfully hot ones are marred, tainted by the ones he said before the two toe-curling orgasms he wrung from me.

“Because flying stole your father from you. And made it too hard for your mother to be able to stay… I know how hard grief can be, Ava.”

Maybe he does. We both have lost a parent.

But that’s not what makes it so hard.

It’s the things I didn’t tell him about that were also stolen from me.

All gone in a single day where I lost everything.

Including myself.

Chapter 14

Jet

“Are you listening?”

“Of course, I’m fucking listening,” I snap at Hayden on the phone, my eyes glued to the pool area.

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