Series: Fever Falls Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 96922 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96922 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Dax took care to avoid my leg and rest his on either side of my hips before assaulting me with all the kisses I’d missed in the short time we’d been apart.
I relished the sensation of his facial hair, rough against my face, his nose rubbing against mine, his tongue sliding past my lips—all those sensations I’d feared I might never get to experience again.
I ran one hand through his hair and the other up and down his back, and we claimed one another’s mouths, lapping each other up as much as we could.
As I pulled away to catch my breath, I sighed, relief washing over me. “Okay, let’s not do this fake breakup shit again because it’s too much on my nerves.”
Dax burst into laughter, his eyes alight with enthusiasm. “Are you kidding? I never got to have makeup sex before, but I have a feeling it’s gonna be epic.”
“Two makeup-sex virgins. Sounds like a hot night to me,” I said before stealing another kiss, thankful as fuck the bedroom wasn’t far away. “This fucking leg,” I groaned.
“Just another obstacle we’ll have to figure out along with a few others.” He sounded as undeterred by that inconvenience as he was by my line of work.
God, I loved this man.
Epilogue
DAX
I picked Carter up from his hotel and drove him into town.
The organizers at Fever Fight offered Jace and his family and friends a tour of the campus so he could check out some of the renovations being made using his generous donation. Carter had eagerly invited himself along when he’d decided to come out and visit me in Fever Falls.
Over the past three months, I’d been steadily transitioning my job so that I could work primarily from Fever Falls instead of our offices in Hollywood. I had to travel around as much as always, with and without Jace, but the new situation allowed us to see each other plenty and make up for the times when we weren’t able to.
“Congratulations to KlineSmart on being number one!” Carter exclaimed, throwing his hands over his head as he slid into the passenger seat.
The week before, BizNews, a major online industry insider publication, had named us number one in Trendiest Media PR Firms, which I imagined left Ayda and Fred seething over the number-two mention.
“Do you want to go ahead and do it?” Carter asked.
Because of our victory, we’d had a little present delivered to Freyda Inc.’s offices, one I didn’t want to follow up on until Carter and I could revel in the glorious pettiness together.
“Thank God I have them on Speed Dial,” Carter said as he retrieved his phone and placed them on speaker.
“Freyda Inc.” I recognized Fred’s voice.
“Dax Munro and Carter James from KlineSmart,” I announced, “the number-one media PR firm, according to BizNews.”
Fred feigned a laugh.
“Is Ayda there?”
“She is. I’ll put her on speaker. We want to congratulate you guys together.”
“I’m sure you do,” I said, unable to cloak my sarcasm or disdain.
After a moment of waiting, Ayda’s voice came on. “Donnie, it’s Ayda and Fred. We got your little gift basket. How generous of you to send us a framed copy of the certificate BizNews sent you.”
Carter couldn’t stifle his snicker.
“Oh, just returning the favor from last year, when you sent us yours.”
“We’ve been so swamped, we haven’t had a chance to send you a card yet,” Ayda added. “I guess we’ll have to try harder next year.”
“Speaking of effort, I have to hand it to you guys. Really impressive how you worked with Glitz & Glam to get those pictures leaked and then to try and get my mother to dish some dirt on us in an interview.”
“I can’t imagine what you could be referring to,” Ayda said, audibly gasping.
“Oh, a little birdie told me something.”
“Is that birdie’s name Carter James?” Fred asked, sounding more than a little annoyed.
“Yes, that’s his name,” Carter chimed in, taking his much-deserved credit for everything he discovered during his sexual exploits with his WME agent.
“Nothing like a little friendly competition,” Ayda added.
“Yeah, sure. Hey, Freyda Inc. Why don’t you guys go fuck yourselves? See you on top again next year.”
They started to chatter, but I hung up, feeling gratified with leaving it right there, having given them a goddamn piece of my mind.
“I think that went well,” Carter said, beaming.
“Well, couldn’t have called them on their shit if Fred hadn’t blabbed about their whole scheme to Brant, who then apparently felt the need to share it with you.”
“Give me some credit. I’m pretty much the James Bond of PR, thank you very much.”
“I don’t recall James Bond sucking a lot of dick to get his intel.”
“Sucking? I don’t take the easy way out. I have to work this ass like nobody’s business.”
I grinned, enjoying his playfulness along with our victory over Freyda Inc. in more ways than one.