Page 55 of The Parent Trap

She’d rocked against my mouth, begging for more. Her scream as she came had been the sweetest music my ears have ever heard.

I kept an image of her in my mind as I stroked myself, not fast this time, not roughly jerking myself and just getting it over because I was embarrassed to be thinking abouther. No, I think now I’ve earned this. And there’s no embarrassment, because Delia McKenna is fuckinggorgeous.

I wish it was her hands around me, right now.

Her mouth.

Her sweet slick wet folds sliding against me.

Taking me.

I empty myself with a gritted-teeth snarl.

But yet, mere minutes later as I wash off, I’m still thinking about her. And within seconds of thinking about her, I’m harder than ever.

It’s going to be a long,longday.

I managestrained cordiality with her, throughout the day. When I get a call from the Karsten build that they need me on-site to approve some changes, I’m relieved. Just to be away from her.

She won’t look at me in the eyes. And honestly, I get it.

After the things she’d admitted to me after the run, I get it. I earned her hatred, a thousand times over. But…the more time goes by and the more time I spend around her, the more I realize I’m really not that guy anymore. Working every day puts a new spin on things. Accomplishments feel good. Making decisions, getting shit done, making a difference…it all feels good, in a different way than making a monetary investment and seeing it pay off.

The following week, Marcus comes into the office for a presentation of…wait, they changed their name. Tree-Free Construction Supply, with an updated logo, a pine tree in a circle with a line through it, Ghostbusters’ style.

I clap Marcus on the back as he enters the conference room. “Tree-Free.” I shake his hand. “Simple, easy. I like it.”

He grins. “Only took four focus groups, three surveys, and a week of solid debate to settle on it and the new logo, but we’re happy with the final product.”

“Worth it. It works.” I take my seat at the far end of the table. “So, I’m not gonna try to jump your pitch here, but are you scaled up for full framing yet?”

He sets about organizing his notes and pulling up his PowerPoint. “Yeah, we are. That’s the short version. The longer answer is my presentation.” He glances at me. “Do I have you to thank for this opportunity? McKenna was always one of our big fish, the account we dreamed of one day landing. This is…way sooner than we could have imagined.”

“Yeah, you guys just came up in conversation one day, and it turns out my partner and I share some ideas.”

Delia breezes in, and I keep my expression neutral. Inside, I’m dying.

She’s wearing a skin-tight black leather skirt, strappy calf-height wedge-heel black sandals, an emerald blouse that seems to accentuate her cleavage without showing any actual skin at all. Her hair is loose, brushed to a glossy shine, wavy, dangling to mid-back.

Teasing me, dressed like that. That’s what she’s doing.

Not really—it’s no different than how she always dresses, and it’s perfectly standard business attire for a successful CEO.

The problem is I’m just horny for her, and now everything she wears drives me crazy.

And I can’t show a whit of it.

Marcus is frozen, staring at her. “Who the hell is that?” he hisses to me.

I grin, amused. “That, my friend, is Delia McKenna. CEO of McKenna Construction, and my partner.”

“You’re a full partner? Not just an investor?”

“Fifty percent owner, and co-executive with Delia. Although, she’s the real expert. I’m still new to the business, while she’s been running this show since she was a kid, and I mean that literally.”

Her intensely blue eyes fix on me for a second, and I knew she heard me. Then to Marcus. “Good morning, Marcus. I’m Delia.”

He rounds the table and shakes her hand, a little too eagerly. “Yeah, hi, I’m Marcus, with Tree-Free Construction Supply. I just want to express how grateful I am for the opportunity to even be here. Of course, I hope you like our product, but just being able to make this pitch is a huge win, in my book.”