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  A look of uneasiness passed over his face, and she quickly backtracked. “You don’t have to. I’m just trying—”

  “It’s not that,” he began, sliding under the covers. “It’s that I’ve been imagining being in bed with you, and the real thing is going to make it hard for me to concentrate.”

  “Oh, good grief. You make me sound like I’m some kind of sex goddess. Do your work and then take a morning nap with me.” She plumped up her pillow and laid down, her eyes closing. “C’mon, Drew. Take a nap with me.”

  “Temptress,” he said affectionately as he lay down beside her.

  She scooted right up to him and began to lightly scratch his head. “Sleep, Drew. It’s priceless.”

  “I like what you’re doing, but I won’t fall asleep.”

  Chapter Eleven

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  Drew woke up, feeling more refreshed than he had in years. A warm body was practically on top of his, and it took his brain a minute to process who he was in bed with him. And who he had his arm around.

  He flexed his fingers, coming into contact with firm flesh. Oh, shit. He was feeling her up. He moved his hand to a safer place.

  Sighing contentedly, she wriggled her ass against him, and for his punishment, she made his dick hard.

  She’d also made him fall asleep. He, who barely slept, had passed out within minutes of his head hitting the pillow. Sure, the soothing workings of her nails had helped, but he didn’t fall asleep during massages.

  Drew didn’t know what was worse—his body’s response to her at the blink of an eye or the fact that he’d crashed.

  He’d always prided himself on his body’s lack of need for sleep. Others had noticed the hours he kept as well. Hell, even Ella couldn’t keep up with him, and she was damn good at her job.

  “Drew,” Hannah said, her voice all adorably sleepy sounding. “What time is it?”

  “Almost two in the afternoon.” He did a double take at the numbers on her alarm clock. He’d slept almost six consecutive hours. That was… incredible.

  “I need to get ready, and I need to call my grandparents,” she said as she stretched, her breasts stretching the material of her shirt. Her nipples were hard—due to the chilly room or his proximity, he wasn’t sure.

  “I’ve already spoken with them.”

  “When?” She rose up on her elbows. Her hair was wild. In fact, she looked like she’d just had amazing sex. Her cheeks were flushed, her mouth rosy, and her eyes were heavy lidded.

  “While I drove here.”

  “And they were okay with that?”

  “They didn’t seem to mind that I wanted to take everyone to dinner.”

  “You didn’t tell them we’re married.”

  He shook his head. “That’s your job, but I’ll be there for support.”

  She blew out a breath. “I was worried.”

  “I didn’t tell them that you were soon to be the new owner either.”

  Tilting her head to one side, she asked, “Do they know you bought the resort?”

  He nodded. “They were actually happy about it.” The Millers were—to borrow their term—over the moon about Drew owning it. They insisted he was trustworthy. That his memories of the place would ensure The Magnificent Dunes would not only stay open, but also be restored to her former glory.

  “Hmmm,” she said, her gaze roaming over him. He didn’t miss the way she lingered on his mouth and then his chest.

  “What are you thinking, Mrs. Montgomery?”

  “That we have an hour to kill.” Sitting up more fully, she pulled off her shirt. Her bare breasts bounced, and his mouth ran dry. Tight, pink nipples begged to be sucked.

  Dipping his head, he took a hard point into his mouth and began to suck. She let out a whimper and fell back. He followed, using his hands to tease her. He licked the valley between her breasts, then kissed his way to her neglected nipple and gave it the same attention.

  She moaned, her fingers furrowing into his hair. Arching into him, she moved restlessly. With his free hand, he dipped his fingers under her pajama bottoms, which were a pair of loose boxers. The tips slid against her, finding her wet and hot.

  Her legs spread, and her hips jerked up. “More.”

  Grabbing the cover with his free hand, he shoved it out of the way and forged a wet path down her stomach, licking a circle around her belly button before pulling one side of her shorts down. “Up,” was all he said.

  She lifted her hips, allowing him to rid her of all her clothes. He climbed on top of her, settling himself between her thighs. His erection rubbed against her, but his board shorts were in the way.

  Her legs went around his waist, and she began to undulate her hips, her face drawing in tight.

  “Are you using me, sweetheart?” he asked, nipping at her bottom lip.

  “I want an orgasm. You give amazing ones.”

  Well, he always did like to hear the truth. “I bet I can give you an even more amazing one.”

  Her eyes opened wide. “How?”

  He nuzzled her neck, sucking at an obviously sensitive spot. “With me, inside of you. I want to feel you come on my cock.”

  Pink suffused her face. “You sure are bold.”

  “Is that a problem?”

  She shook her head. “I like it.”

  “Wait. Condom,” he said, pulling one out of his pocket before she shoved his board shorts down and palmed his erection. He groaned her name as she began to stroke him.

  “Now who’s in charge?” she said, blinking those gorgeous eyes at him.

  He was.

  With a growl, he flipped her to her stomach and spread her legs with one of his. “Ready for me?”

  She glanced at him over her shoulder, giving him a look so hot that the entire room should have instantaneously burst into flames. “I’ll die if you don’t.”

  Tearing open the condom, he slid it on and then positioned himself at her entrance. With agonizing patience, he slowly thrust inside of her, giving her an inch at a time as she adjusted to his size. He slammed his hands against the headboard and tried to keep his pace, reminding himself that she hadn’t had sex in years. There was no use in shoving inside of her, even when everything inside of him demanded that he do it. He’d only hurt her and that was the very last thing he’d ever do to Hannah, especially like this.

  But she was so damn warm, tight, and wet that it took every ounce of self-control to be easy as he moved. Her inner muscles gripped him like a vise, and he bit back a groan.

  She arched her back, her hair half undone and falling around her shoulders. Wriggling her ass against him, she took another inch and he growled her name.

  Damn. She was making him wild for her. He had to slow down. He grabbed her chin, turning her head so he could kiss her. She met him head-on, her mouth opening under his and her tongue stroking.

  Hannah moaned into Drew’s mouth. She was going to die from pleasure, and it didn’t bother her one bit. She tried to take him deeper but he kept one hand on her hip, not allowing her to move.

  “I can take more,” she said. “I won’t break.”

  His eyes glinted as he gripped her waist. “I’ll give you what you want, but not yet.”

  She pouted. He nipped at her.

  “I’m not in a hurry,” he said. “No meetings.” Thrust. “No phone calls.” Thrust. “Only you.” He thrust again, and her body surrendered to him.

  Slipping his hand beneath her, he found her clit and started to play with her. Tease her. He made her cry out for more, for him… for whatever he would give her.

  But all he would do was keep up his maddeningly slow pace and tell her to trust him to take care of her. That she was beautiful and felt so damn good.

  “So good, sweetheart. So perfect.” He lightly bit her shoulder and pinched her clit at the same time.

  She screamed his name, her body shattering. Soaring. Floating. Vaguely, she heard him groan her name as he thrust into her so hard that she came off her knees. B
ut she didn’t care. Her orgasm went on and on.

  Pulling out of her, he murmured her name and gently pushed her onto her back. Stroking her face, he smiled. “Back with me?”

  She touched his cheek. “I’m here. All yours.”

  He pressed a soft kiss to her mouth. “When you’re ready, I could go for a shower.”

  “Will you wake me up like this every day?”

  “If that’s what you want.”

  “I’m not turning sex with you down.”

  He grinned wickedly. “I thought marriage was supposed to make women avoid sex.”

  “That’s because those women aren’t married to you.”

  “You are too good to be true,” he said quietly, his grin fading. “Sometimes, I think I should have left you alone in that board room, not used that IOU against you, or mentioned Alexis. In fact, I should have—”

  “Hush.” She kissed him, not wanting to hear another word. One day, he’d understand that she didn’t give a damn about IOUs or Alexis George—all she wanted was him.

  *

  Dinner turned into a casual affair, with the two of them going to her grandparent’s house instead of driving to Wilmington.

  “What do you think they’re talking about?” Hannah said as she peered at her grandfather and Drew. They were seated on the back deck, drinking beer and grilling steaks. With a filet of salmon for Hannah, since she’d given up eating red meat years ago.

  “What are you worried about them talking about?” her grandmother teased.

  “Oh, nothing.” Just the fact that they’d gotten married after not seeing one another for almost a decade. Nothing big. “But you know how men are. They gossip more than women.”

  “When’s the big day?” her grandmother asked.

  “What big day?”

  “The one that the ring you’ve been trying to hide from me says is coming.”

  Hannah blushed, turning her ring around and holding it out for her grandmother to inspect. “In a couple of weeks.”

  “Oh my!”

  “Drew wants to have it at The Magnificent Dunes,” Hannah said, feeling shy all of a sudden.

  “Does he?” Grandma nodded. “Beautiful ring. I approve.”

  “You don’t think we’re being too hasty?” Oh, God. She was totally going to hell for lying to her grandmother. Okay, so she wasn’t totally lying, but—

  The back door opened, and her grandfather came striding through. “Congrats, baby girl.”

  “Thank you,” she said as he caught her up in a hug.

  Drew closed the door, holding the plate of steaks in one hand. He mouthed an ‘I’m sorry.’ She couldn’t be mad at him. Her grandpa was a pro at getting information out of people. Plus, he had probably spotted the ring like her grandma had.

  Sure, she probably shouldn’t have worn it, if she didn’t want them asking questions, but it was a relief for them to know at least part of the truth.

  Letting go of Hannah, her grandfather turned to her grandmother. “They plan on having a second ceremony for family at The Magnificent Dunes.”

  “I know,” Grandma replied without looking at Hannah. She turned away and started rummaging through the cabinets.

  Hannah dropped her gaze to the floor. So going to hell.

  “This calls for a celebratory toast.”

  Hannah jerked her gaze up in time to see her grandmother holding a bottle of champagne. “Pop the cork, Bud.”

  Her grandfather winked at his wife. “My pleasure.”

  “I’m sorry. I don’t know how he got it out of me. One minute, we were talking stocks and retirement and the next, he wanted to know my intentions. Then how I planned on providing for you,” Drew said as the duo poured champagne and talked excitedly to one another. “It was an out-of-body experience.”

  “Grandpa has a way about him,” Hannah said proudly.

  “If he wasn’t ready to retire, I’d hire him. Give Blake a run for his money,” Drew said with a laugh.

  “Was he mad?”

  Drew set the plate on the table and put his arms around her. “Not at all. He loves you, and if I can make you happy, then he’ll let me keep my balls intact.”

  She burst out laughing.

  “Baby, I like my balls,” he said.

  “I like you. Balls, too,” she said.

  “This is not a conversation we should be having at your grandparents’ place.”

  “You want to talk about your balls later?”

  “Hannah,” he said, a note of warning in his tone.

  She glanced over at her grandparents, who were still ignoring them and pulling out dishes and silverware. “You want me to make them feel better?”

  “Hell, yes,” he said softly.

  “Smile for the camera,” her grandmother chirped.

  She and Drew turned, their arms around one another as her grandparents snapped picture after picture. Then they toasted one another and settled down to eat.

  By the end of the night, things were back to a comfortable level. Of course, her grandmother had forgiven her for not telling her.

  “I promise that the wedding will be amazing, and you’ll get to help me pick everything out.”

  Grandma nodded as they walked outside to where Drew was waiting in his car. “Never got to do that before. Your grandfather and I eloped, took two days off, and then came right back to work at The Magnificent Dunes.”

  “Drew and I tried to do that, but he… uh, couldn’t stay away.”

  “That’s as it should be.”

  *

  The rest of the week passed by in a blur. It was like old times with Drew. Except for the mind-blowing sex. That was new. Oh, and waking up in his arms.

  Once her grandparents had found out, Drew felt comfortable staying at her place. Yet another reason to love him. He didn’t want to disrespect her or her family.

  “Tonight, I thought we could eat pizza and watch a movie,” she said.

  Drew nodded. “I’m liking your thoughts.”

  She plopped down on the cushion beside him. “Is this too boring for you? Be honest.”

  “Sweetheart, this is like the vacation I never had, yet always wanted as an adult.” He set his beer down and pulled her into his lap. “Do you know how good I sleep in your bed? How damned relaxed I am? How much I do not want to head back to Charlotte tomorrow?”

  “I don’t want you to go either.” Dread ran through her veins, so cold that it almost took her breath away.

  “Take a look at your schedule and come see me.”

  “How long will we do this?”

  “I’m hoping you’ll love Charlotte so much that you’ll not want to leave,” he said.

  “But you’re not relaxed in Charlotte.” And she had no desire to move that far away from the Outer Banks.

  “Maybe I will be once you’re sleeping in my—our—bed.”

  Warmth replaced the cold. “Our bed. I like the sound of that.”

  “There’s only one rule about my bed though,” he said.

  Tilting her head to one side, she asked, “What’s that?”

  “No pajamas allowed.”

  She looped her arms around his neck. “Is this a new policy?”

  “Hannah, I’ve never had a woman in my bed. I’ve always gone to their place or I’ve been on a business trip. Not that often, if you’re wondering. Too many things could go wrong.”

  “I’ve just been with this one guy from college and then Fischer. He’s uh, been in my bed.”

  “Don’t care,” Drew said.

  “You don’t?”

  “No, because I’ll be the last man you’ll ever have in your bed.” Then, holding her tightly in his arm, he stood and carried her to the bedroom, where he showed her all the things that she’d never do with another man but him.

  The next morning came all too quickly.

  “Don’t go,” she said between kisses.

  “I have to, but believe me, if I could stay here… I would, remember.”

 
She rubbed her breasts against his bare chest. “Stay.”

  He hardened immediately. “We do have one more condom. We can always let this be our good-bye.”

  Smiling, she began to kiss her way down his body. “I’ve never said good-bye like this before.”

  He sucked in a breath when she circled the tip of his erection with her tongue. “Neither have I.”

  Chapter Twelve

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  Only a skeleton crew worked on the weekends at MI. It was something his father had started and Drew had never changed, not even when William had given him the authority to make changes to modernize the company. For once¸ Ella wasn’t at her desk when he passed her office and he was grateful.

  All he wanted was some alone time to think, the less-than-an-hour plane ride back hadn’t been enough. Hell, he hadn’t even known he needed time think until he’d arrived at the airport. No, his thoughts had been full of Hannah, of their week together… of her slowly riding him this morning. Her gray eyes soft, yet full of desire. The way she’d kissed him, touched him, and held nothing back.

  But that was Hannah—all or nothing. She’d been the same way when they were kids, and he’d been jealous of that freedom. Now he wanted to own it. To make it, or rather her, his. And he had. He’d tied her to him in almost every way.

  Until your five years is up, he reminded himself.

  He walked inside his office and sat down at his desk, powering on his laptop. His phone buzzed, beeped, and dinged, but he set it to vibrate and pushed it to the side so that he could ignore the messages and concentrate on playing catch up.

  Or at least, he tried to ignore it.

  Text messages from Hannah flashed across his screen.

  Miss you already.

  Pizza for breakfast is totally healthy, right?

  Guess you’re doing that billionaire businessman thing. TTYL! XO

  His hand hovered over his phone, but he fought the urge to answer her. Just because she texted him did not mean he had to respond right away. He was at work.

  Jaw clenching, he turned his attention to the computer screen and began to answer emails, but after the fifth one, he gave up. For the life of him, he could not fucking concentrate.