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“You’ve got some coming here?”
She nods. “Yep. A box of dicks, if you will. Actually, that’s how I got fired.”
“What do you mean?”
“I screwed up and had my prototypes sent to my office. The boxes got piled up outside my cube, and a coworker of mine decided she had to know what was in them, so she opened one. Apparently she wasn’t used to being wrist-deep in dicks because she freaked and dropped one on the floor, which of course turned on and vibrated its way just far enough into the hall for a senior VP to trip on. He landed face-first on the floor, broke a wristandchipped a tooth, and I had to explain that my dick was the culprit.”
I’m holding my sides laughing by the time she finishes the ridiculous story. “You’re fuckin’ with me. You have to be.”
Banner shakes her head, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. “I’m really not. I couldn’t make this shit up if I tried.”
“Jesus Christ. You don’t do anything halfway, do you, Bruce? So, when is this box of dicks coming to Gold Haven? Do I need to warn the post office?”
“In a couple weeks, if everything works out the way it should with production. And you better not warn them. I’m not taking the blame for any heart attacks over this.”
“All right, deal. No warning. But I gotta say, it’s hard to be sad you got fired, because this is all really fucking cool, Banner. I’m proud of you.”
Her smile wobbles. “You’re probably the only one, because I can guarantee my parents won’t be anything but humiliated when they find out.”
“So screw them. If they can’t handle the fact that their daughter is talented in her own way, then they don’t deserve to share in it.”
The wobble disappears from her smile. “And here I figured you’d offer to help me test them out.”
“You don’t have to ask me twice about that. But I mean it, Banner. This is really fucking cool, and you should be proud.”
“I’ll be proud when I get the products and they work. I’m already working out teaser marketing campaigns, and I hope to God it all comes together. I’ve sunk so much into this that if it doesn’t work out, I’m going to be broke for a while.”
There’s no doubt in my mind the incredible woman in front of me can accomplish anything she puts her mind to. “It’s going to work. I have faith in you.”
“Thank you. That means a lot. You probably didn’t realize that I was a little jealous of the fact that you’re a successful business owner, and I’m just sitting over here with a fake dick and a dream.”
My laughter echoes off the vaulted ceilings of the house. When I finally can catch my breath, I tell her the thought that’s been playing on a loop in my head all night. “I like having you here.”
She lowers her water glass to the bar. “I like being here.”
“Then it’s a good thing I’m not planning on letting you leave for a while, isn’t it?”
Her eyebrows go up. “You did make some promises about my pussy being on the menu for dessert, and something about fucking in front of a fire?”
“I’m glad you didn’t forget. I fully intend to keep my promises.”
She pushes her plate away. “I think I’m finished.”
“Oh, hell no. You finish that steak. You’re going to need your energy, babe.”
Chapter 39
Banner
When one-nighters are your gig, there’s no chance of falling into any kind of a routine with someone. But Logan Brantley and Gold Haven are changing all of that for me.
It’s been a week and a half since I last stepped foot in Manhattan, and although I miss the convenience of being able to get Ethiopian, Brazilian, and Hungarian food within a six-block radius, I’ve learned about the deliciousness of Mr. Burger seasoned fries, free homemade fudge tastings at the gift-shop counter in the pharmacy, and the fact that watching Logan grill a steak is on the list ofsexiest things to watch men do,falling somewhere below meeting his eyes in the mirror as he pounds into me, and the way his head looks between my legs while he’s making me scream.
Basically, I’m one endorphin-happy girl who is having mind-blowing sex with an amazing man, and I’m starting to think my stance on relationships could never have been changed by anyone but this man.
In other words, I’m fucked.
I really like this guy.
