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“I mean it, Dek.”
Still, I hesitated, trying to think. “I don’t know if I made the right choice. You heard Dad.”
“I heard someone who’s putting work before his child’s best interests.” His tone was mild, but the words were harsh. “Follow your heart and stop worrying about what people think. Especially your father.”
All right then.
Twenty-Five
Sofi
The smellof coffee woke me up, but it was the memories that flooded in just before I opened my eyes that gave me pause.
I wasn’t home. I wasn’t even in Nevada. I was in Houston. At the insanely massive Holden mansion. In a guestroom bigger than my apartment.
And I’d had sex with Deklin last night.
Shit.
The first man I’d had sex with since Mead. Theonlyman I’d had sex with besides Mead.
And I’d been paid to do it.
Okay, not exactly, but no matter how much I wanted to deny it, I wouldn’t have been here in this bed, thinking about how he’d held me while we’d fallen asleep if Jude Holden hadn’t asked me to seduce his grandson in the first place.
“Sofi.” His voice was soft, and I felt his fingers brush my hair from my face.
I smiled as I opened my eyes. I wasn’t going to let him think that I regretted what we’d done. I didn’t, really. If I’d met him on my own, gotten to know him without all the extra shit, I would’ve been happy to wake up like this.
So, I was going to act like that was what had happened. Like this hadn’t been influenced by Jude at all.
“Morning.” My smile grew wider when he handed me a mug of steaming coffee. I pushed myself up until I was sitting, holding the sheet across my chest with one arm while I reached for the cup with my free hand. “Thank you.”
“Did you sleep well?” he asked.
“I did,” I answered honestly. “Did you?”
Was this a normal morning-after conversation? I’d never done anything like this before. Whenever Mead and I had finished having sex, he’d fallen asleep or left. He’d never been one for cuddling and even less for conversation.
I glanced at the clock next to the bed. “Are you going to be late for work?” I sat up straighter. “Shit. AmIgoing to be late for work?”
“Grandad said to take the day off.” His eyes dropped, and he smirked.
I sighed. “I let go of the sheet, didn’t I?”
“You did.” He chuckled, looking so handsome it made my heart ache. “Can you sigh again?”
I laughed and reached out as if to smack him. He caught my wrist, and the laughter died as quickly as it’d come. His eyes met mine, and he reached for my coffee. I let it go, more interested in the heat I saw on his face than what was in that cup.
He went onto his knees, hand curling around the back of my neck as he lowered his mouth to mine. I parted my lips, tongue flicking out to tease the seam of his mouth. His fingers flexed but didn’t hurt. He wouldn’t hurt me. I knew that as sure as I knew that I wanted him again.
His hand covered my breast, thumb rubbing back and forth across my nipple even as I arched my back, wanting more of his touch. He took my bottom lip between his teeth, tugging on it even as he let his hand trail down my stomach and then moving under the sheet. I spread my legs without him asking and shivered as his fingers slipped over my clit. I grabbed his shirt, annoyed that we had clothing between us.
“Want you naked,” I growled against his mouth. “Inside me.”
He laughed, kissing his way down my throat as he pushed a finger inside me. I moaned, clutching at his shoulders as he twisted it in and out. His lips latched around my nipple, and I cursed.
A second finger joined the first, and he curled them, rubbing until he found what I could only assume was my g-spot because I’d never felt anything like the electricity that shocked my entire system.