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Back Only With You
Chapters (68)
  1. Copyright Page
  2. Table of Contents
  3. Chapter One
  4. Chapter One
  5. Chapter Two
  6. Chapter Two
  7. Chapter Three
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Four
  11. Chapter Five
  12. Chapter Five
  13. Chapter Six
  14. Chapter Six
  15. Chapter Seven
  16. Chapter Seven
  17. Chapter Eight
  18. Chapter Eight
  19. Chapter Nine
  20. Chapter Nine
  21. Chapter Ten
  22. Chapter Ten
  23. Chapter Eleven
  24. Chapter Eleven
  25. Chapter Twelve
  26. Chapter Twelve
  27. Chapter Thirteen
  28. Chapter Thirteen
  29. Chapter Fourteen
  30. Chapter Fourteen
  31. Chapter Fifteen
  32. Chapter Fifteen
  33. Chapter Sixteen
  34. Chapter Sixteen
  35. Chapter Seventeen
  36. Chapter Seventeen
  37. Chapter Eighteen
  38. Chapter Eighteen
  39. Chapter Nineteen
  40. Chapter Nineteen
  41. Chapter Twenty
  42. Chapter Twenty
  43. Chapter Twenty-One
  44. Chapter Twenty-One
  45. Chapter Twenty-Two
  46. Chapter Twenty-Two
  47. Chapter Twenty-Three
  48. Chapter Twenty-Three
  49. Chapter Twenty-Four
  50. Chapter Twenty-Four
  51. Chapter Twenty-Five
  52. Chapter Twenty-Five
  53. Chapter Twenty-Six
  54. Chapter Twenty-Six
  55. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  56. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  57. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  58. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  59. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  60. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  61. Chapter Thirty
  62. Chapter Thirty
  63. Chapter Thirty-One
  64. Chapter Thirty-One
  65. Chapter Thirty-Two
  66. Chapter Thirty-Two
  67. Epilogue
  68. Epilogue

I blinked at the screen. Even though I didn’t understand the purpose of the question, I drummed my fingers on the back of the phone in excitement before texting back.

Val: Like what?

Carter: Whatever you want. Something that’s not obvious.

Val: I like to sing when I’m alone.

Only after I’d sent it did I wonder if it was a strange thing to admit.

Carter: Do you also sing in the shower?

Right. I wasn’t going to answer that.

Val: Your turn.

Carter: What gave you that idea?

Val: A question for a question?

Carter: Nah, I ask all the questions.

I toed off my shoes and tucked my legs under me in the enormous leather chair.

Val: But what’s in it for me?

Carter: Your breaks will be much more enjoyable.

I laughed, taking a few seconds to collect my thoughts.

Val: Don’t assume they weren’t enjoyable before. You know what they say about those who assume. An answer for an answer. My first and last offer.

His reply didn’t come right away, but when it did, heat oozed right between my thighs.

Carter: If it pleases you.

The little dots indicating that he was composing a message appeared, and I waited with bated breath for the next words.

Carter: In that case, we’ll need more than ten minutes per break.

I leaned my head back, smiling at the ceiling. Was he negotiating? Well, he was in for a surprise, because this was one of my strongest areas.

Val: No can do. Ten minutes is all I can give you.

He didn’t write anything back, and I glanced at the clock on the display. 4:11 p.m. Damn. He was going to leave me hanging? Two minutes later, after I still had no reply, I shook my head and went back to my to-do list, even though I sneaked a glance at my phone now and again.

Over the next two weeks, Carter messaged me at 11:00 a.m. and 4:00 p.m. on the dot. I’d gotten my way, pushing my own questions when he tried to cheat (which he did every time). I even asked his professional opinion on my beef with Beauty SkinEssence. His response had left me scratching my head. As a lawyer, he advised me to avoid a lawsuit. On a personal note, he said he’d fight for what he thought was right too.