Page 135 of Dirty Rival
He laughs. “Yes. Now I’m excited. It is a shit-ton of money.”
“I need to call Japan.” I sit up and start looking through my cellphone contacts. “Got it.” I punch in the number and listen to it ring and end up with my contact’s voicemail. I leave a message and then throw away the covers. “We need to get to work. You should shower with me. It’ll save time.” I dart toward the bathroom and then turn and point at Reid, who’s clearly about to pursue. “Wait a minute though. I have to pee, and we aren’t at a place where you get to watch that.”
He laughs. God, I love to hear him laugh and it means even more after what he confessed last night. I pee and turn on the shower. “Ready!” I call out only to have Reid already behind me, his big body walking me into the shower and pressing me against the wall.
“This isn’t the way to make the shower faster,” I tease.
“Sure it is. We fuck and shower at the same time. It's the definition of time management.” He lifts my leg and presses inside me, drilling hard and cupping my backside to angle my hips. And then he’s thrusting, his gaze raking over my breasts as they sway to his pumps, and I forget everything but how good he feels. How intensely he looks at me, how perfectly he fucks me and kisses me.
Yes.
I will live with you, Reid Maxwell, I think, and enjoy every minute.
Much later, we’re both dressed, me in a pink suit, and him in a navy suit with a blue tie the color of his gorgeous blue eyes, sitting at the island in the kitchen drinking coffee and eating eggs that he made us. Yes, Reid Maxwell does cook. The beast has a human side and that’s why I decide to breach a difficult topic. “Have you thought about telling Cat what you told me last night?”
“I don’t want her to know,” he says, and I’m pleased with how quickly he answers, how easily he’s let down his guard, though I doubt it felt easy to him. “But I need to make things right with her,” he adds. “I’ve been working on it, but I need to do more.”
“I think I’ll invite her to lunch, just to get to know her. Are you okay with that?”
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I just wanted to make sure.”
“Which reminds me.” He grabs my phone. “I’m putting her number and Gabe’s in your phone.” He keys them in and offers me my cell. “You know they’ll be there for you, Carrie. For all the hell my family has been through, my siblings are still loyal.”
“They know you are, too, even if you don’t get warm and fuzzy with them. I knew there was more to you, even when you were barking orders at me.”
He arches a brow. “You think that’s over?”
“No. Because it apparently turns me on since it always ends with us fucking.”
“Exactly.”
My phone rings and I glance at the caller ID. “Japan.” I answer the line and thirty minutes later I hang up. “It’s a huge number, but I got it. He’s emailing me a written declaration. I’m going to text Grayson.”
“Do it,” he says.
I punch in the message and then sigh. “It’s gonna happen, Reid. I feel it. I want to go to Paris to celebrate.”
“Paris it is.”
My cellphone rings and I glance at the number, and eye Reid. “Grayson,” I tell him and then quickly answer the call. “Hello,” I say.
“What’s the number?”
“It’s big,” I warn.
“Number, Carrie.”
“Two and a half billion.”
“Tell him it’s done. Get it in writing and then close it.”
“Oh,” I say. “Yes. Done.” I hang up. “He said to make the offer.”
Reid rounds the island and pulls me to him. “Paris, baby. You and me and a whole lot of money. But just remember, there will be so much negotiation of this contract that it’s going to take weeks if not months to close.”
“But it’s going to close.”