Page 132 of Beautiful Revenge

“That makes two of us,” I agree. “I’ll let you know when I can get a trip scheduled—but it will be soon. I promise.”

“Thanks, Harlow. You don’t know how much I appreciate this.” There’s something in his tone that makes me uneasy.

“Of course. I’ll be in touch.”

We say a final goodbye. I disconnect the call and look up at Devon. “He can’t travel. I guess I’m going to him.”

Devon shakes his head. “We’re going to him. There’s no way you’re going on your own. It sounds like we’re doing that soon.”

“I can’t believe it. Let me know when you can go, and I’ll make the arrangements in the next few days. I have a meeting tomorrow at the house. But after that, seeing Jett is my first priority.”

Devon leans down to press his lips to my forehead. “It’s like ripping off a bandage. Let’s make the trip before my family gets here. This place will be fine for a couple of days. My new GM starts soon.”

“That’s great.”

“Yeah, and don’t ask me why I hired her other than the fact she’s no more or less qualified than anyone else I’ve taken a chance on. But there was something about her. She needed a break.”

“You can act like that broody secret agent for everyone else, but I know better. I’d go so far to say you’re a big marshmallow, but there’s not one thing soft on you.” I wrap my arms around him, push up on my toes, and press my lips to his. “Look who’s the philanthropist now.”

He gives my ass a smack. “I’m starving. Let’s eat so we can get back. I’ll have you for dessert and show you how not soft I am.”

I squeeze my thighs together thinking about that.

“Unless you want to skip dinner,” he suggests.

“No. But let’s make it quick.”

“A quick dinner and a long and very drawn-out dessert. Nothing sounds better.”

Devon

We barely made it through the door. Dinner was so rushed, Harlow didn’t even finish her meal, and for once, she didn’t care. The only reason I didn’t strip her down in the elevator was because of the cameras.

I couldn’t wait to get her back to my suite. It’s been a lonely refuge until recently. Having her here with me feels right.

Complete.

Like I built it forus.

Harlow’s clothes are in a pile at my feet, and she’s sprawled before me on the entryway table. My hands might as well be vises on the insides of her thighs holding her high and wide. The light shining down from the chandelier above us pales in comparison to her beauty.

And she’s all mine.

Fucking heaven.

I want every inch of her. Every time we’re together, I find myself wanting more and giving fewer shits about protection and consequences. I won’t allow anything to come between me and her. I’m ready for that in every way.

Her hand smacks the wood when I stop teasing her and pull her clit into my mouth. Her moans vibrate on the cold, hard wood as her back arches. Every orgasm I’ve given her is burned on my brain, spurring the need inside me to do it again and again and again.

She’s never come so fast.

When she arches and shifts, my fingers press into her delicate skin to keep her where I want her.

I’m not done.

I doubt I ever will be.

She calls for her savior and me, but not in that order. “Dev ... oh, God. Yes. I can’t take any more.”