The Other Side of Greed (The Seven Sins #5) - Lily Zante Page 0,69
of it?”
His wet lips, his scent, his warm breath are like an aphrodisiac. I can only comply and, like a drug addict, want more of him without contemplating the consequences. “This isn’t me, doing things like this in secret.”
“But you’re enjoying it, no?” He slips in another finger, making my breath hiss out. Before he had stroked only the wet fabric, and now his fingers slide down, slipping in between my private places. I jerk at his electric touch, my hands tugging his hair as his fingers pleasure me. He hooks his finger in deeper, and I come apart, biting my lip in an effort not to cry out.
If he can bring me this much pleasure with his fingers, I can only wonder what he can do with the rest of him. He won’t let me unzip him, or stroke him, or pleasure him. He seems to take the utmost pleasure in making me come like this.
“Why don’t we get a room? Or you invite me back to your place?” There, I said it. He thumbs my clit in answer, and I collapse a little against the wall, my body sagging as he tries to support me.
“I will invite you back to my place,” he says, smoothing the hair away from my face. “But before that, I want to take you out on a proper date.” My heart is almost ready to explode with happiness.
Chapter Thirty-Two
BRANDON
“Where are we with this, Brandon?”
I wish I hadn’t taken this call. Neville's been calling me a lot lately, busting my balls about Greenways. He doesn’t have to spell it out. I know what he’s referring to. “I’m still taking care of things.”
“You've got a lot going on, with Emma in the hospital. You don't need to do this. Your time would be better served here. The company needs you, Brandon.”
“I'm doing my best.”
“You don't need to continue with this farce,” he insists. “We're still working on the eminent domain. We can still seize the land through other means.”
I grit my teeth. “I told you to hold off.”
“You were all pumped up at the start. What's the holdup?”
“There is no holdup.”
“Doesn’t seem to me that you’ve made any progress,” Neville growls back.
Things have become complicated. It’s no longer just a black and white matter. Not now when feelings are involved. Try as I do, I can’t let them go. Kyra has a hold on me that is hard to shake. “Give me time. Didn't you say that if you have to use eminent domain to take the land then you'd have to explain what the new project is?”
“Well, yes.”
“Wouldn't that expose me? Wouldn't I have to take part in the public hearings? Why the fuck would I want that? I want to avoid there being a big public hearing so that Kyra doesn't figure out who I am.”
A grunt of displeasure comes across the line. “Okay, we'll do it your way, but Stagg can only wait on us a little while longer.”
“Like I told you, we might not need Stagg or any government intervention. No eminent domain bullshit. That's purely a backup. I've got this, Neville. I'm working on her.” He doesn’t need to hear the truth, I just want him off the phone, and off my back.
“Did you find anything on her?” he asks.
“What?”
“Dirt? Did you find any?”
I coach myself not to curse. “No.”
“I know her accountant. I can fix her books. Embezzlement from a nonprofit is a major felony offense.”
“You stay the hell away from her.”
I hang up.
Chapter Thirty-Three
BRANDON
“We can’t do this,” Kyra says a few days later, on the weekend. I volunteered to help her get the supplies. I’ve replaced Fredrich in that sense, and whether he or Simona suspect anything between us, I can’t tell.
We’ve finished returning everything to the storeroom and I’m sitting in her car with mine parked next to hers. I don’t want to leave her. I want to spend the day with her. I want all night.
If anything, Fredrich seems to be relieved that I’ve stepped in to do some extra work.
And W-O-R-K it is.
A lot of it is physical, lifting and carrying. We give away huge amounts of food on these nights and the supplies need to be constantly replenished. That Kyra has been doing this by herself, and during her free time, leaves me in even more awe than ever before.
“Is this how every evening’s going to end?” she asks, when we have put all the food away and cleaned up the storeroom to her