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Why does her saying that make my heart skip a beat?

“That was because you like massive mountains of cocaine.”

She tips her head back, showing me the underside of her nose. “Don’t think so.”

Laughing, I stretch out my legs and get comfortable. “If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve thought that was a joke.”

“I don’t sample the product. Now, hand me a joint and a glass of white wine and I might be singing a different tune. Only on weekends, though. I don’t like to try and deal with money laundering when my head is all foggy.”

“Look at how much we’re learning about each other.”

She scoffs and drums her fingers on the wheel in time to the beat of the song. Her gaze is fixed on the sights of Manhattan as she heads out of the city and into the suburbs.

I whistle as we finish walking through the office building. “This is an impressive setup. You run an entire construction company and not only is it doing legitimate business for some of the biggest architects in the city, but you also shovel a shit ton of dirty money through it.”

Skyla beams as she bends over her desk and checks something on her schedule. “I know. It’s a lot of work, but I really like what we do here. I try to run things from the background as much as possible, though.”

“Why?”

“I knew Logan was following me. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but I knew things were starting to go to hell about a year ago when I caught him taking pictures of me.”

“Are you the reason he had a broken arm?”

She laughs, her eyes shining with a wicked gleam that has me wanting to bend her over her desk just to see that mischief back in her eyes. “It could’ve been worse for him. I thought about castrating him, but I left my knife home that day.”

“I fully believe you would do it, too.”

“Should’ve, after he cheated on me. Gave it some serious thought, too, but pretending like I didn’t care seemed to hurt him more.”

“He was an idiot.”

Skyla nods and grabs a couple of files from the desk, tucking them into a large black purse. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

“I think it’s incredibly impressive that you built up a business like this. You have a good head for business on you. Remind me to book a time with you to look through my business structure to find out what else I could be doing.”

“You really want me to do that?” She sounds skeptical, as if her brother isn’t asking her to take a look at his business all the time.

Maybe he isn’t.

Aiden would have to be a fool not to see Skyla and her potential. But then again, I know people have a way of underestimating their siblings. It was a mistake I made with Logan once in my life, and it’s one I’ve never made again.

“Got everything you need?”

She walks out of the office, leaving me to follow behind her as we head back toward the parking lot. “Yeah. And I thought about it more. You’re right. We should live together.”

Skyla dances around the room to the music pounding through the house as she tapes up another box. She seems oblivious to me as I stand in the doorway of her bedroom, watching her shake her ass, hands running around her waist.

She spins, and her eyes widen when they fall on me.

Her cheeks turn a bright shade of red. “How long were you standing there?”

“Long enough to see the excellent moves.” I step into the room and grab a small empty box, opening it up and taping the bottom shut. “I finished in the kitchen. What else do you need help with?”

I try to ignore the way my cock strains against my shorts as Skyla motions to the nightstand before turning back around.

She keeps rummaging through her dresser, pulling out clothing and stuffing it into a box.

As I open the top drawer of her nightstand, a pale purple vibrator shaped like a flower stares up at me.

Smirking, I pull it out and turn to Skyla. “I’m starting to think having me pack your nightstand was a setup.”

She lunges across the room, grabbing the vibrator and tossing it into the box. “I don’t think we need to worry about that.”

I pull it back out, flicking it on, the low humming fills the room. “Does it work well? Do you think about me when you’re having this little thing suck your clit?”

Her face turns a darker shade of red, but a challenging look enters her eyes.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Me in bed, naked and thinking about you when I touch myself. Thinking about the sticky bathroom you fucked me in. Maybe you think that I scream out your name when I come.”

“I’d settle for whimpers while you ride my face.”

Skyla’s tongue darts out to lick her bottom lip before she closes the distance between us.

Every inch of her body presses against mine as she reaches up and takes the vibrator from me. “You wish I was thinking about you.”

“I know you are.” I dip down and claim her lips in a searing hot kiss.

Fingers press against my chest as she grips the material of my shirt and spins us around.

She pushes me down onto the bed before climbing on top of me.

Her thighs straddle my hips while she rolls her pussy against my hardened cock.

I link my hands together behind my head, watching her play. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

“The vibrator is better.” She gets up and whips off her sports bra before sliding out of the tiny spandex shorts she changed into when we got home.

She straddles me again and reaches for the vibrator.

My mouth goes dry as she presses it against her clit, riding it while she looks down at me.

Her hair falls loose around her while her cheeks flush.

Her soft moans and the scent of her arousal fill the room.

As much as I want to flip her over and knock the toy out of the way, I’d rather enjoy the show.

My cock throbs as she changes the setting on the vibrator.

The little sounds she makes grow louder.

Skyla leans forward and puts one hand on my chest, steadying herself.

“Joshua.”

And that’s when my restraint snaps.

I flip us over, taking the toy from her with a smirk and pressing it closer to her clit. “That’s right, Sky. You’re going to come thinking about me, aren’t you? You’re nothing but a dirty little slut when you think about me.”

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as her back arches off the bed.

She comes hard and fast, her moans getting louder as I speed up the vibrator again.

As she comes, she grips the sheets, rocking her hips in time with the vibrations.

As her legs stop shaking, I turn off the vibrator and toss it to the side.

It takes seconds for my clothing to hit the floor before I’m hovering above her, taking her wrists in one hand and pinning them high above her head.

“You like to tease.” I skim my teeth along her jaw. “I can be a tease, too. I could withhold your orgasms until you’re begging for more.”

“You’re wasting time.” Her voice is raspy as her chest rises and falls. Stiff nipples brush against my skin as she hooks a leg around my waist. “We have to finish packing.”

I roll my hips, dragging my cock through her slick folds and pressing hard against her clit.

Her nails rake down my back as she pulls me closer, angling her hips until the head of my cock sinks into her.

Her inner walls squeeze down around me.

Heaven. I can’t get enough.

I inch into her, head dropping to her shoulder.

When her heels dig into my back, urging me on, I press deeper into her, burying myself to the hilt before pulling out and slamming back in.

At her little whimper, I lose all control, hips rocking forward and meeting hers as sheens of sweat coat our skin.

She’s tight around me, her pussy fluttering.

I’m not going to last long. Not after the little show she put on and not with how good she feels right now.

“Please.” Her voice is no more than a soft moan.

“Fuck, yes.” I love her begging.

I nip the sensitive flesh at the base of her neck, and it sends her over the edge of her orgasm.

Her pussy clamps down around me, milking my cock as I finish, my strokes slowing and my breath coming in short bursts.

After pulling out, I fall to the bed beside her, looking up at the tin panels on the ceiling. “Your house is over the top.”

She laughs and gets out of bed, pulling on a robe. “That’s the first thing you think about after sex?”

“I thought that it might be more fun to stay in bed with you for the rest of the night, but then I looked at the ceiling and I started wondering how hard it is to clean blood out of all those little designs.”

“I don’t make a habit of getting blood splatter on the ceiling.” She runs a hand through her hair and looks down at me. “We need to finish packing.”

“I’m glad you see things my way now.”

She snorts. “I may have fucked you twice, and I might be moving in, but don’t start thinking that there’s any more to this than there is. I like my independence. I don’t want an actual relationship, and I won’t be selling my house.”

I swing my legs out of bed. “Good. I’m glad we’re on the same page.”

The little twinge I get in my chest is just heartburn, right? I don’t want a relationship with her. I can’t.

Skyla rolls her eyes. “I doubt we’re ever going to be on the same page about anything beyond this agreement.”

I get dressed, glancing at the ceiling and then her again. “You don’t get blood on the ceiling?”

One shoulder lifts as she disappears into the closet. “I don’t.”

“But have you killed people here?”

There’s a long silence before she steps out of the closet, wearing an oversized shirt and a pair of tiny shorts.

Skyla pulls her hair over one shoulder, eyeing me with something like suspicion in her eyes. “I have. I don’t make a habit of it, but there’s been a time or two when I’ve been pushed too far.”

“Happens.” I give her an easy smile, though I feel anything but at ease right now.

Her words are hollow. They sound robotic. Like a lie she’s told a thousand times before.

This might not be the first time I’ve thought she’s hiding something from me, but it is the first time I’ve been certain of it.

I don’t know who my wife is. Not really.

I crave her body and her submission.

This might be temporary. Business.

But she’s hiding something, and for now, I’m going to let her keep her secret. Make her trust me.

However, in time, I’m going to find out everything there is to know about Skyla Lynde.