do so they don’t have to. And my parents, both deceased, who raised me to be the firstborn son in every sense of the word.
“If they had such a great relationship with your brothers, then why do you shy away from them?” She twirls a piece of hair in her fingers, her head tilted to the side.
“That’s a good question. I guess my work has always taken over my life. No woman I’ve ever met was enough to make me want to slow down. And then, it just became so easy to be on my own. Never having to compromise and always doing things on my own terms. I just became used to that life, and frankly, I enjoy it. Kids are also something I’ve never wanted to have. Not in this world environment. My best friend Raff has a son whom I love. And my brothers have a great set of kids. And that’s enough for me.” I say the words I’ve always said when people ask me about settling down. But somehow, in front of Sarah, they sound...hollow.
“Well, I get that. It’s good that you’re so sure of yourself.” Her eyes flit downward.
“And you’re not?” Another sip of my coffee, but I don’t take my eyes off of her.
“Well, I’ve been through some things. And it sort of shook up my world.”
I think back to the night at the bar when we first met. And the phone call last night. She’s holding something back, and it’s serious. “Interesting.” I pause, waiting for her to fill in the gaps. The look in her eyes tells me that it’s heavy and maybe dark. Clearly, there are parts of this woman—depths within her, that I haven’t even begun to tap into. Normally I’d run from something like this in a woman. But with Sarah, I don’t want to move. In fact, I want to know her. All of her.
But she doesn’t speak. She looks at her phone, declares that we should get a move on. And with her flirty eyes beckoning me, I decide to let her secret stay with her. For now. Her pink tongue glides across her lips, and my cock stirs.
“Let’s go upstairs.” I smile. “We have yet to use that ‘high-tech’ shower.”
She giggles. “Let’s hope we don’t drown!”
Standing up, I throw her over my shoulder and walk with her dangling over my back. She’s so easy with her laughter, giving it all to me, and then some. I love how she doesn’t hide it.
After a nice loud spank on her arse to change the mood, I put her down and lift my white T-shirt off her body. “On your knees for me, Caile.”
Chapter Fifteen
Ltekhs tepl gefint zikh zayn dekl.
(Every pot finds its own lid.)
-Yiddish proverb
Sarah
I’ve never had a man in my life who took the upper hand like Beckett does. I thought I had decent sex in my life—but for the record—I was wrong. Completely, unequivocally, and absolutely wrong. Sex with Beckett has taught me that nothing I’ve ever had before him could even remotely be considered good sex. Surprisingly, he doesn’t get too freaky. At least, he hasn’t yet. So far, it’s just been the dominant language. Dominant hands. Dominant body. Dominant words. I cross my legs and take a deep breath, imagining his built back—wide shoulders. Perfect chest. Firm ass. Those tattoos up his arm.
I drop my head in my hands. Just the memories of Beckett have me losing my damn mind.
“Sarah? Earth to Sarah!”
I pop up my head, noticing that Sandra is leaning against my desk. She’s in a tight pencil skirt and white button-down shirt. And while I don’t own that look, it’s what I always wear here at the office.
“Oh, uh, hey.” I give her a once-over, and she crosses her arms over her chest.
“Hey? Give me a break. I know that you’re angry that I took your bestie’s job, but let’s get real here. Ignoring me? Not okay. I’m your superior now. When I call you, it’s not just because there’s someone on the phone to make a reservation. It could be important.”
I sit up a little taller and turn to her. “Okay, Sandra. So what do you need?”
She blinks a few times. “It’s a call. Julia is on the phone.” She says her name like a curse.
I roll my eyes and click on my headset, not speaking until Sandra is gone.
“Hey,” I grumble.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Well, ‘she who took your job’ is incredibly annoying.”
“No shit. She calls me ten times a