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I hang up, swallowing the lump in my throat. Downstairs, Grandma is sitting cross-legged on the couch with a glass of wine, watching a fashion show. My dad’s found a shirt-thank God and is perched on the edge of a separate couch, restless. I make my way into the kitchen and grab a juice from…

I pull back slightly, looking up at him. “A few requests? Like what?” Knox’s arms are still around my waist, and he doesn’t let go. Instead, he presses his lips against my forehead, lingering there for a second before speaking. “First of all, I need you to talk to your father and tell him to…

“You have your books,” he replies, gesturing to the top of the bag like it’s a valid point. “Books. Really?” “There’s TV. Music. A jacuzzi. Champagne.” “Fuck you, Knox.” He smirks and drops to sit on the edge of the bed, eyes trailing me as I stand up and set both bags upright beside me….

She reaches the bottom of the stairs and leans in to kiss my cheek. “Your father’s an idiot, child,” she says. She pats my arm gently. “But his heart’s in the right place.” I say nothing. Just wait. “Apparently, your mom miscarried. And the only person she thought to call while at the hospital was…

“Coming from someone with that much forehead,” Hunter replies, “you really shouldn’t be throwing insults.” She’s back to glaring at Hunter. “Your hairline’s receding, you know. You’re going to go bald very soon. Talking about my forehead.” They bicker. Loudly. I just stand there, eyes moving back and forth between the two of them. At…

He drops his gaze to mine, and I reach up and lazily loop both arms around his neck. His body is warm, always warm. My fingers trail along the collar of his shirt as I look up through my lashes. “Okay, Mr. Good-with-Numbers, solve this: One Sloane multiplied by one Knox, divided by one Sloane,…

“I love you,” I say again. “And if you ever ask me that question again, if you ever doubt it for a second, I swear I’ll-“ His lips crash down on mine before I can finish the sentence. I’m off the ground the next second. Those large hands of Knox’s are beneath my thighs as…

“Oh, that’s it. You’re doing so good.” I pick up the pace. I can feel him hitting the back of my throat with each thrust, and I relax, taking him deeper, my nose touching his pelvis. “Shit, Sloane,” he hisses. His body coils tight. I want to push him over the edge. But he suddenly…

It’s weird to admit I’ve missed this man. Our friendship started like a joke. I’d just blackmailed Obsidian away from its last owner, was scouting for new clients, and thought-why not rub shoulders with the elite degenerates who fill up these overpriced cigar clubs? I hated those clubs. Still do. But I bought my way…

“We’re not doing any test, Finn. I’ll make sure your father transfers whatever he stipulated for you in his will to that boy if you don’t do what is right. “You can’t do that! That’s Dad’s money-“ “And I’m his wife.” “This is just madness,” Finn mutters. It’s like I’m watching them through glass. All…