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“Close your eyes.”
I follow his instruction, and he pries my fingers off him. When his tongue touches me, my insides flutter, and a hunger for more builds again, this time with more intensity. He teases me, taunting me and driving me to the brink of another orgasm just after an earthshattering explosion moments earlier. I bite my lip to force back a scream threatening to erupt as his tongue spears into me. My body quakes violently, and the climax is soon followed by another. I can only gasp his name.
His lips travel up to meet mine, and I can still taste myself on him. I close my eyes as his wet tongue travels to my neck. He parts my thighs. Almost immediately, the piercing sound of a ring rips through the air. His hands stiffens when we both realize it’s from his phone.
He pulls away a bit and sighs. “Dammit.”
He fumbles in his pocket and exhales when he sees who it is.
I swallow. “Let me guess, Dylan?”
He nods and mutters, “I wonder why he's back home early. Hold on, I gotta take it. Hey. Yeah, I popped out for a while. Oh, yeah, Kaylee brought some around. Yours is in the fridge. Yeah, see you later.”
Ending the call, he drags in a long, slow breath as he looks at me. “I have to go. I promised I was going to help him out with his project.”
I look away, gulping. “No, it—it’s fine. I should also get going. It’s late.”
“I’ll drop you off.”
“I can drive myself. You don’t have to worry about that.”
“It’s late. And I’m always going to worry about you.”
I suck in a quick breath at those words. I hide my flushed face as we clean up. This can’t be happening. Everything is moving way too fast. What am I doing? This isn't what I planned. So much for keeping to my promise of staying away. I mean, how do you stay away from a man like this?
I follow him back to the car and he starts the ignition instantly. The drive home is thankfully silent.
Chapter Twelve: Ian
“So how much are we looking at here, Ian?”
“Well,” I slide past the chart diagrams on my phone, “seeing how much we’ve raked in the last few years since it was launched, I’d say roughly about ten million should cover it.”
A groan comes from the computer screen, where I'm having a video call with my right hand man. “You wanna launch a startup company with ten? And you’re sure this is going to be enough?”
“It’s an estimation, Carl.”
Carl picks up his brown coffee mug and blows on the steam, then he says, “Ian, you should know I don’t do too well with things like that.”
Hiding a smile, I sit back in my chair and cross my arms. If there's two things about Carl Dalton I like: his quick-thinking mind as well as his incapability to low-budget. I met him during my second year in college, and the depth of his genius fascinated me, especially when I found out his Mensa score was one hundred and fifty-nine. I can’t even boast of being that smart. "That’s just our starting point.”
"Too little if you ask me."
I frown. "You do realize this is a new zone I'm venturing into."
"I'm aware of that. Then again, there's always going to be room for possibilities."
"True, but you’ve been the one helping through most of these things. You're the one who's been helping me through all this. I mean, look at what we did to Ro."
"Or you mean what you did?" He chuckles and lifts the mug to take a sip. "All I did was draw up the logistics plan. You did the rest."
"Yeah, well, I still suck at drawing L plans."
"Okay," he laughs and holds out his hands in surrender. "You don't have to say it. I'll help you out. I'll take a look and see what I can come up with. Just run the cost through Cindy and email the acquisition draft to me. I’ll look over it and get back to you. And, Ian?”
“Yes?”
“Please blow out the bank on this one. There's a good chance the project is going to work out great. I see a lot of potential.”
