Honor

Chapter 59

CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE

E vie

I glance at the screen of Reid’s phone when it rings for the second time within a two minute span. The first call went unanswered after he pressed the button to ignore it. “Someone is calling you. Kevin. Is that Kevin Dalca?”

Reid spins to face me, his hands dropping to his hips. “How do you know Kevin Dalca?”

Kicking my legs out in front of me on his bed, I shrug. “I don’t. He’s called the office a few times, wanting to speak with you. I’ve jotted down those messages and left them on your desk for you. You do read those and return the missed calls, don’t you?”

He scratches his cheek. “If they’re important, yes.”

I rest my head against the pillow because we just spent the past hour in this bed. Fucking Reid Hunt is pure bliss, and although I have no idea how we’re going to balance sex and work once we’re back in Manhattan, I’m enjoying this too much now to worry about it. “Kevin isn’t important?”

He shakes his head before it switches to a curt nod. “I talk to Kevin when it’s necessary. It’s not necessary right now.”

I glance at his phone again, tapping my finger against the screen to bring the time into view. “It’s late on a Saturday night. That feels like an important time.”

His right hand snakes across his bare abdomen toward his semi-erect cock. “We’re here together, so it is an important time. It’s a very important time for the two of us.”

That almost sounds romantic, but I know he’s craving my mouth on him. He told me as much as he was drilling his cock into me before I came. I felt as though a part of me shattered during that climax since it was so intense. He held me against him, stroking my hair until I came down from the high. That’s when he flipped me over, slid back into me, and fucked me until we both came.

“Who’s Kevin?” I push. “Another old friend?”

His hand glides over his cock as he stalks toward me. “Something like that. Stop talking about him. I want your tongue doing something else.”

I wiggle it before I slide it over my bottom lip. “You want me to suck you again.”

He nods just as he reaches the side of the bed. “I want you to swallow again.”

I laugh. “I told you I always do.”

His eyes close tightly as he fists his cock harder. “You always will with me. Only with me.”

That sounds territorial, and I can’t deny I like it. “Only with you.”

He pushes on my shoulder until I’m flat on my back. As he crawls onto the bed to position himself above me, I reach up to run a hand over his ass. “Try to keep it down. You don’t want anyone to know what our work entails.”

His eyes widen. “They’re all out by the pool. Judging by all the empty beer and wine bottles I saw in the kitchen before we headed in here, they’re half-drunk.”

I should laugh, but I’m too focused on his cock. As I try and circle my hand around it, his fingers get lost in my hair. He lines up the crown of his cock with my lips and lets out a low groan as I run my tongue over the tip.

“All work and no play somehow looks good on you,” Lottie says as I walk through the hallway toward my bedroom.

It’s the middle of the night, and even though Reid insisted I stay with him, I needed a reprieve from the intensity of the past day and a half. The line between my head and my heart is starting to blur. Up to this point, I’ve blamed it on the great sex, but an hour ago, after we made love, I caught Reid staring into the darkness beyond the window in his room.

I wanted to ask if I could trade a penny for his thoughts, but the man is worth millions, if not a billion dollars, and a paltry penny wouldn’t buy me anything substantial in terms of what lives beneath the surface of the successful businessman.

I tried digging into his past via an online search engine shortly after I started working for him, but all that popped up were a few images of him with some of the people he’s done business with and an article written about him years ago.

His personal life is a mysterious puzzle that I only have a few random pieces of. I know he was orphaned when he was a child and that he grew up with his grandparents. I know enough about his sister that I could send her the perfect birthday gift, but all that knowledge came from her social media profiles.

I’ve come to realize that I may never know the heart of the man.

“Being in love and planning your wedding looks good on you,” I counter as I link my elbow around Lottie’s since we’re headed in the same direction.

She tugs on the skirt of the white sundress I put on after we all took a dip in the pool. “You haven’t been to bed yet.”

I have, but not in the way she’s assuming, so I shake my head. “I’m exhausted. I can’t wait to fall asleep listening to the sounds of the ocean.”

“You don’t have to wear yourself thin for him,” she whispers, even though it seems as though we’re the only two people awake at this moment.

“For Reid?” I ask the obvious question.

“What do you really want, Evie?” she asks with a straight face. “Tell me what you envision your career will look like five years from now.”

This hardly seems like the time to delve into a subject as serious as that, but I sense she has a lot of business connections, so maybe I need to take that leap. “I always pictured myself working for a big company in their marketing department.”

“Really?” She slows the pace of her steps so I do, too.

“I have a degree in marketing,” I tell her for the first time. “I worked in the marketing department for a clothing brand for a few summers. I absolutely loved it.”

She studies my face. “I had no idea.”

“My job at Vidori is great,” I say so she won’t jump to an assumption that I don’t like it. “I get paid well, and I’ve met a lot of incredible people working there.”

“But you want something different?” she asks, reading between the lines of what I just said.

“Someday.” I nod. “For now, I want sleep.”

She reaches for my hand to stop me as I start to walk away. “Speaking of someday. I’d like your opinion on the gift I’m giving Randall for our wedding.”

I’m exhausted, but recognize how important this is to her, so I smile softly. “What are you thinking of giving Randall?”

“I’d rather show you.”

I’d rather sleep for a solid eight hours, but I nod. “Did you bring it with you this weekend, or do you have a picture of it on your phone?”

“I’ll show you when we’re back in New York,” she explains. “We can do it Wednesday night if you’re free?”

I have no idea what my life back home looks like now that I’m sleeping with my boss, but I agree to a Wednesday night bride-to-be and maid of honor date. “I’m free.”

“When I was in his room earlier, Randall was in the shower.” She lowers her voice yet again. “I noticed a box from Whispers of Grace. They sell the most exquisite jewelry there.”

I laugh. “Did you notice it, or were you searching for it?”

“Noticed.” She grins. “After a short search. Randall mentioned he brought my wedding gift with him to show Reid.”

“You opened it, didn’t you?”

“It’s a beautiful necklace, Evie,” she whispers, her eyes welling with tears. “It’s custom-made. My birthstone is set in gold right next to Randall’s birthstone. Seeing that made me realize I needed something extra special to give him for a wedding gift.”

“I understand.”

“I’ll show you what I’m getting him on Wednesday after you finish work.” She finally glances at the screen of her phone. “I didn’t realize it was this late. Go to bed.”

“I’m on my way there now,” I say with relief in my tone, and I back it up by sprinting toward my room because I don’t want anything or anyone to get in the way of my bed and me.