Page 77 of The Heart You Kept

“Not at that club. Believe me, I tried to bribe them and all.” He smiles wistfully. “I eventually assumed it wasn’t meant to be.”

“True.” I nod as I continue to look around. “How often do you sleep on here?”

“Probably sixty to seventy percent of the time I’m in Monaco.”

“You don’t like your home?”

“I do.” He shrugs. “I don’t know why I spend so much time here, I haven’t really thought of it before.”

“It’s beautiful.” I walk to the window and look out over the ocean and he sits on the bed behind me. “And for the record, I think she’s utterly crazy letting you entertain women here,” I add. “Screw that.”

“She feels secure with my work colleagues, I guess.” He smirks. “Although I’m thinking that would change if she knew you were my surefire.”

“Surefire?” My eyes flick back to him. “What’s a surefire?”

“You know, someone who always gets the job done.”

Huh?

“You’ve lost me.”

He smiles in surprise. “You don’t have a surefire?”

“What the hell is a surefire?” I frown.

“You know this….” His smile is full of mischief. “All men have a surefire.”

“They do?”

The yacht begins to pull into the marina and we turn around and begin to reverse.

“Please explain this.” I laugh. “I’m completely lost.”

“You know…. When you’re alone and you want to….” His eyes hold mine. “Touch yourself. You have someone that you think of while you do it. Or if you’re with someone and it’s not happening…. You think of that certain someone, mentally begin to fuck your surefire, and it instantly gets you over the line.”

My eyes search his and I begin to hear my heartbeat in my ears. “I’m your surefire?”

“Yes.”

We stare at each other, the air crackles with electricity and the sexual energy between us is like nothing I’ve ever felt.

You could cut it with a knife.

“You think of me when you touch yourself?” I whisper.

“I have.” His tongue darts out and swipes over his bottom lip and I feel it all the way to my toes. “Remember the spa bath in Switzerland?”

“Maybe,” I lie.

Ha, remember it, it rewired my fucking brain.

“Maybe.” He repeats my answer and taps the bed beside him. “You in that spa bath was the single hottest sexual experience of my life.”

I remain standing as my eyes drop to his lips, the magical chemistry swirls between us.

“I should go,” I whisper.

“You should.” He stands and we come face-to-face, millimeters away.