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girlfriend.”

Maren’s eyes latch onto mine. A smile takes over her lips.

“Good to meet you, Maren.” Noah bows his chin. “I need to steal your man for a few hours.”

Maren grazes a kiss over my cheek before she turns her attention to Noah. “It’s lovely to meet you too, Noah. Thank you for doing this for us.”

Us.

Fuck, yes.

I want that to be one of her favorite words because it sure hits high on the list of mine right behind:

Maren.

Future.

Forever.

Chapter 52

Keats

I used a phone charger that was plugged into the wall at the studio. Once my phone powered up, I was hit with a deluge of notifications.

Text messages from Berk ranged from one thanking me for connecting him with Nicholas Wolf to a few asking if seals have bad eyesight how do they keep their glasses on.

I’ll wade through those later to separate the Stevie ones from the ones my brother sent.

He might be interested in marine life, but I’m betting Stevie is slowly getting over her fascination with unicorns.

I hone in on the text message Finn left me.

Finn: Morgan, meet me today. You want to hear this.

I didn’t bother listening to the voicemails he left. They’ll be more of the same.

Since the photo shoot is winding down, I type out a reply to Finn.

Keats: What the fuck do you want?

His reply is instant.

Finn: Not your good looks and talent obviously since I have more of both.

Jerk.

I respond the way I always do.

Keats: Look in the mirror. You have ear hair and a chipped tooth.

Finn: Not anymore.

I step out of the studio and onto the sidewalk. The experience I had in this spot hours ago was much better than this.

Kissing Maren in the middle of the day was what I needed.

I need more. I want more.

Finn: You still there?

I type out a message.

Keats: Still impatient? Craving my attention as usual.

I set off on foot toward the nearest subway stop. Finn can wait. I have to get to the office.

Finn: It’s about Vin Larchwood.

Vin is a basketball player I’ve been trying to sign for the past two months. He’s grabbed the interest of every sports agent in the country. I made it to his shortlist. Finn did too.

Keats: What about him?

Finn: You’re texting with his agent.

“Fuck,” I spit the word out as I stop to lean against a brick building.

This one hurts. I thought I had the upper hand.

Finn: You’re not going to congratulate me, Morgan?

I’m bitter, and I’m pissed, but I’ll give credit where it’s due.

Keats: Good on you.

I’ve lost my fair share of potential clients to Finn in the past, but this one hurts.

Finn: Word has it that we’re the last two candidates the Newmans are considering. Prepare to lick another wound when I sign Fletcher.

Word has it? What the fuck is that?

Keats: Who the hell told you that?

His response is instant and hits me square in the gut.

Finn: Patrika did. I had dinner at their apartment last night.

I rest my head against the brick and close my eyes. Goddammit. He’s making strides with them. I need tomorrow night to be perfect. I have to seal this deal.

Keats: May the best man win. We both know that’s me.

I descend the steps to the subway platform before his two-word reply hits my phone.

Finn: It’s on.

***

“You were a little aggressive.” Maren licks her bottom lip. “I’m not complaining. I’m just saying.”

She blew me just now.

I fed her dinner, carried her up the stairs to my bedroom caveman-style, and ordered her to get on her knees.

She happily agreed.

I thanked her with a string of expensive curse words. My dick showed its appreciation by coming down her throat.

My hands yanked on her hair. I tugged her closer and then held her in place while I fucked her mouth with long, slow strokes.

I’d blame it on my text exchange with Finn earlier, but it’s not all that.

It was hot-as-hell watching her close her eyes and take my cock.

I tug her onto the bed with me.

She’s only wearing a pair of pink panties and a smile.

“Give me a good three minutes, and I’ll show you how much I liked that.”

Slapping her hand over the center of my chest, she laughs. “Three minutes?”

“Two-and-a-half minutes now.” I perk a brow. “Is that skepticism in your tone?”

She presses her lips to mine. “You can’t possibly fuck me after that load you blew.”

I glance down at my semi-hard cock. “I can.”

Her lips trail over my jaw to my neck. She plants wet kisses there. “You’re a world champion fucker.”

I burst out