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K. A. LINDE
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The doorbell rang.
“I got it!” Savannah yelled, dashing toward it in her high heels.
Liz snickered from the living room, and Brady stood from his seat where he’d been answering emails. He instantly went into big brother mode. And she just needed to push Lucas out the door before Brady realized what was happening.
She wrenched it open and stilled at the sight of him. “Hey,” she said breathlessly.
She was so used to seeing Lucas in basketball shorts and a T-shirt. That was his go-to outfit. But tonight, he was dress in a charcoal suit with a baby blue tie. It was a sharp contrast and made butterflies erupt in her stomach.
“Hey, yourself,” he said with a slow grin as he took in the little black dress she’d pulled out of Liz’s closet.
“We should…we should go,” she said hastily.
He arched an eyebrow. “In a rush?”
She tilted her head softly sideways, and he peered inside long enough to see Brady striding toward them.
“I can handle Brady,” Lucas said.
“Well, it’s your funeral.”
“Lucas,” Brady said, appearing at her side like an overbearing father figure. He held his hand out, and Lucas shook it amicably.
“Good to see you, Brady. How’s it going?”
“Good. Why don’t you come inside so we can have a quick chat?”
Savannah could hear Liz laughing in the other room.
“Or how about no?” Savannah said. “You’ve known Lucas his whole life.”
“That is why I have concerns,” Brady said.
Lucas laughed. “It’s different with Savi.”
“It better be.”
“I’ll have her back before she turns into a pumpkin,” he promised with a grin.
“He’s not my dad. Let’s not make any promises,” she said with a snort, nudging Brady out of the way. She smiled up at him. “We’ll be fine.”
Brady returned the look. “It’s good to see you smile. Have fun.”
She realized he was right. It was good to smile. Really smile. And not just something she was putting on for other people…or even herself.
She kissed her brother’s cheek. “I love you. See you later.”
Brady watched them walk out to his awaiting Range Rover before he closed the door behind them.
“He’s so protective,” she grumbled.
“Hey, be glad for that. It means he cares.”
“Even though he’s an ass to you?”
“He wasn’t an ass. He was just…Brady.” Lucas shrugged and opened the door to his SUV.
“Shiny new digs,” she said, admiring the car.
“Signing bonuses do come in handy.”
“Is that what this is?” She and Lucas had never really talked about the draft or anything involved. At least not since high school when becoming a professional basketball player had been a pipe dream.
“I know they say not to buy a brand new car and to learn how to invest your money and all that,” he said with a lazy shrug. “But I couldn’t help myself.”
“And that,” she said, poking his chest, “is how you get into financial troubles later down the line.”
He snorted. “I think I’ll be okay, Savi.”
She realized that she hadn’t moved. That she was just standing there in front of him with the door to his car open. The oppressive July heat beat down on them with so much humidity that she could practically drink the water. And yet, she took a step closer, tilted her head up to look at him, and bit her lip.
“Are you sure about this?” Savannah asked.
He didn’t bullshit her. He didn’t try to undercut the question she was asking. He didn’t make a joke out of it. Instead, he just brought his hand up to her jaw, threaded his fingers up into her hair, and said, “I’m sure.”
She swallowed, captivated by that look. “It’s just…we’ve known each other forever.”
“It’s because we’ve known each other our entire lives that I want to make it clear that this is different.”
“True. But…I don’t know if it’s silly.”
“I told you that we were going to do this the right way. And we’re doing it the right away,” Lucas insisted, trailing his thumb down the column of his throat. She swallowed, her heart pulsing in response. “Which means I’m taking my girlfriend out on our first date.”
She reined in the desire the rocketed through her when he touched her. “I suppose…I can’t argue with that.”
“That’s right,” he said. A grin touched his features. He must have realized his effect on her. How her whole body leaned into him and trembled with the need of him. He bent down and captured her lips roughly against him own. She felt it in that kiss—his own lack of control. The wild thing between them that ignited upon contact. It was what made them run so hot every time they were together. It sparked fierce arguments as often as hot fucking.
She released a slow breath when he pulled back. His own breathing was hitched.
“We should…go,” he said slowly. “Or else we won’t make the theater.”
Her eyes fluttered open. “The theater?”
He grinned. “Now I have your attention.”
“You had it a second ago.”
Reluctantly, he took a step back, put some distance between them. “As much as you make me want to ruin all my plans, I would like to take you out.”
She nodded. She saw how much this meant to him. He’d wanted these real dates all the way back in high school. Then they’d spent the next four years with this insufferable back and forth. She wouldn’t let their aching, pent-up, sex drive screw up their plans.
“All right.” She turned from him and got in the car.
He snapped the door shut behind her and jogged around to the other side of the car. Once they were driving down the familiar D.C. roads with his favorite tunes playing in the car, Savannah was able to relax. One touch, one kiss awakened something between them. It was primal. And as much as she wanted to give into it, she knew that they weren’t ready. Not if this was to last.
Lucas pulled up to the front of the Kennedy Center in downtown D.C. It was an enormous 70s-era building on the Potomac, throwing distance from the Lincoln Memorial. Savannah had been here a dozen times with her family over the years and never seemed to get over the grandeur. While some people thought that the building was out dated with its garish red and gold interior with bright pipe-like columns and glittering circular chandeliers, Savannah still loved it. The place was attached to too many happy memories for her to see anything else.
She strode inside with Lucas at her side, her hand in the crook of his elbow. And for those moments, she felt like Cinderella going to the ball. As if this was too surreal to be true. That she and Lucas could actually have a normal evening out, despite all the hateful words they’d thrown at each other over the years.
After Lucas got them both a drink, Savannah veered toward the boxes without thinking. That was where her family had sat in the past. She had always felt like the king and queen looking out over their subjects. A bit removed. More to be seen than to actually watch the show. She’d found it almost sad that where you sat mattered more than what you saw.
But Lucas snagged her elbow before she could take another step. “This way.”
She raised an eyebrow. “But the boxes are over here.”
“And I know you hate them,” he told her smoothly.
“I don’t…hate them.”
He arched an eyebrow. “The view isn’t as good. You complain the entire time that you can only see three-quarters of the stage. That isn’t something a guy can forget. I mean…even when he is subjected to a four-hour opera.”
He directed her through the main double doors and down the aisle toward the orchestra. His eyes scanned their tickets before coming up on a row about twenty rows from the stage, dead center.
Savannah’s eyes glittered with excitement. These were her favorite seats. She hadn’t been to the theater with Lucas since she was eighteen, and somehow, he still knew that this was what she preferred. She’d been vocal about it in the past, but it seemed exactly the kind of thing that a guy who hated opera would forget.
“Thank you,” she breathed, sinking into her seat. “For remembering.”
He took the seat next to her and nodded to the stage. “It could have been you up there.”
She snorted. “No way. I wasn’t any good. I just loved it.”
“Sometimes that makes all the difference.”
“It cannot make up for my lack of vocal training or my half-assed acting skills. I was good enough for small town theater, maybe for the Triangle, but never Broadway. Hobbies can just be hobbies, you know. We don’t all have to become professional basketball players.”
“Let’s hope not. I don’t need any more competition,” he said as he lazily slung an arm across the back of her chair.
Savannah relaxed against him and sipped her champagne. Soon the rest of the theater filed inside, and the lights dimmed, announcing the beginning of the show. The room quieted, the curtain was drawn, and suddenly, she was completely engrossed in the musical version of Aladdin.
By the time intermission hit, her cheeks hurt from smiling so much. She had forgotten how much she adored musicals, having completely devoted her life to the newspaper the last four years. She’d hardly had time to do anything else. And it felt freeing to indulge in something she had loved so much once.
She followed Lucas out of the theater during intermission and onto the outdoor terrace that overlooked the river. It was grand and beautiful, lit up by the theater behind her and the city in front of her. The Lincoln Memorial and Washington Monument were beacons in the night, standing tall against the flat D.C. skyline.
Carts had been wheeled out for patrons to purchase beverages or snacks. Savannah could remember begging for candy from her mother, and her father indulging her, despite her mother saying no. So many memories. Growing up a politician’s daughter felt like being split in two. Half her heart always in beautiful Chapel Hill and half her heart here in this political swamp land.
“I’m going to get us another drink. I’ll be right back,” Lucas said, their lips brushing against each other before he maneuvered into line.
She strolled toward the edge of the terrace and leaned against the railing. She had been worried about tonight, but Lucas had been beyond charming. It was amazing what they could both accomplish when they weren’t screaming at each other.
She turned around and searched him out in the crowd. Her eyes falling across his broad shoulders in that well-fitting suit. The short cut hair that she was still getting used to after it had been long and shaggy for years. The sharp jawline and hollowed cheeks. The way his pants tailored down to his narrow hips. But it was something else. A confidence that he had, a swagger. Like he knew that everything was going to work out in his world. It was one she was familiar with and found incredibly attractive. Her blood pumped faster as her eyes crawled down his form. And his eyes skittered across to hers as if drawn like a magnet. A slow knowing smile crossed his lips. As if he knew exactly what she had been thinking about.
She flushed and broke the gaze. Lucas Atwood made her want to forgo the second half and head straight home.
She was disrupted from her thoughts by an older gentleman with silver hair and a kind smile sidling up to her at the edge of the terrace.
“I know a Maxwell when I see one,” he said.
Her heart stopped altogether. “Is that…so?” she asked cautiously.
“You probably don’t remember me,” the man said, extending a hand. “Senator Billy Chambliss. I’ve known your father for many years. A great man.”
Billy Chambliss. Of course. Her father played golf with him. He’d come to their house in Chapel Hill a time or two. Now that she looked at him with fresh eyes, she realized she did recognize him.
“Senator Chambliss, of course,” she said, shaking his hand. “It’s so nice to see you.”
And then Lucas materialized out of thin air at her shoulder. “Here you go.”
She took the champagne from him gratefully and gestured to the man before her. “Lucas, this is Senator Chambliss from Massachusetts. He’s friends with my father. Senator this is my boyfriend, Lucas Atwood.”
The two men shook hands. Lucas smiled. “Pleasure to meet you, sir.”
“Atwood, you say?” Senator Chambliss said with a knowing look. “You wouldn’t be Matthew Atwood’s boy, would you?”
Lucas nodded. “That’d be me.”
“He’s a brilliant strategist, your father. He and the Maxwells go way back.”
Lucas put an arm around Savannah’s shoulders. “That’s true. They’ve been friends their whole life.”
“Well, it’s a real treat running into you young folks. I don’t want to take up more of your time.” Senator Chambliss smiled at them both. “Tell your fathers I said hello. And that brother of yours,” he said to Savannah.
“I will definitely let my father and Brady know.”
The Senator winked at them and then hurried back to his awaiting wife, daughter, and three proud grandchildren.
“Ready to go back inside?” Lucas asked, reaching for a hand.
For a second, she just stared up at him. Not in surprise exactly but in relief. Being a Maxwell had never been easy for her. Not like Brady who was the perfect son or Clay who reveled in the notoriety. She’d wanted to be anonymous in a world where she never could be. There was no chance of it in her existence. Not with her father in politics. Definitely not now with Brady in Congress.
And that interaction with Senator Chambliss, however inconsequential it had been, would have normally sent her anxiety ratcheting up. But it was clear that dealing with someone recognizing her as Savannah Maxwell was a hell of a lot easier with Lucas.
She had always feared—however subconsciously or unconsciously—that her name always meant something to other people. Just the fact that she was a Maxwell meant that she had this underlying fear about people seeing her like that…using her for it.
It was half the reason that she’d refused any help from her father to get her job at the Washington Post. Or why she frequently didn’t tell people her last name for as long as possible. Or why she cringed thinking of a Maxwell by-line in the newspaper.
She knew that it was her problem and no one else’s. Born from years and years of deeply ingrained political daughter’s routine. The way she was treated differently than her brothers. That made her want to hide the part of her that was known and just be her.
But for the first time maybe ever, she didn’t feel like she had to hide.
Lucas hadn’t even blinked an eye about her being noticed. Or about the fact that the Senator also knew his father. He didn’t care that his father worked for her father. Actually, nothing at all about that brief interaction had seemed to bother Lucas Atwood.
And her heart grew when she realized that she would never have to feel that way again.
Savannah released Lucas’s hand so that he could fit the key into the lock of his apartment door. Her head was heavy, but her body was as light as a feather. She’d had another glass of champagne at the theater, and she had promptly tipped over from tipsy straight into giggly. Lucas found it endearing and had insisted he get her home. She’d suggested otherwise. He hadn’t resisted.
She leaned back against the wall outside of his apartment as he turned the lock and thrust the door open.
“Home sweet home,” he said.
“I think I had one to many,” she said, not moving from where she was standing, with her heel pressed into the wall and her hands in her dark hair.
He stepped forward. His body towering over her in a way that did nothing but make heat pool in her core. “I can take care of you.”
She met his gaze. It hadn’t been what she had thought he would say. “How exactly do you plan to take care of me?” A dirty smirk crossed her features.
His hands moved forward to cage her in, and he leaned down close to her face. “If you look at me like that, I’m a goner, Savi.”
Then he fit his mouth to hers. Soft and exploring. Gentle, yet monumental. He had touched and kissed her any number of times this evening. But this was different. This was coaxing and questioning. Like holding a bird in your hand and hoping it will fly. There was something in this kiss she had never had from him before—hope.
“We should go inside,” she said, when he finally pulled back.
“Yes.” His breathing was uneven. A muscle flickered in his neck. Barely contained control.
He took her hand again and drew her away from the wall. She followed him into his apartment, where he promptly closed and locked the door. She had been here once before, when she’d come to tell him about her ended engagement. But she hadn’t been inside. She’d only made it as far as the front door before going to the gym, where he basically lived, anyway.
She surveyed the apartment. It was new, fresh, and modern with the space purposely sparse. As if someone had taken quite a lot of time to decorate his place so that it had that not quite lived in look.
“Huh,” she said, discarding her heels in the doorway and continuing inside.
“I know,” he muttered. “Alice got her hands on it.”
Savannah snorted. “Oh God, I guess we should be thankful this is the least of what your little sister did to your apartment. She could have gone full blown emo on it.”
“She wanted to. And I told her she couldn’t try out her new interior design skills on it if she went all black and sad.” Lucas shrugged. “She’s actually really good for someone who is only sixteen.”
“She’s always been into that though,” Savannah said as she took a seat on a barstool. “Don’t you remember when she redecorated the Hilton Head bedroom we shared without speaking to my parents first?”
Lucas slipped out of his suit jacket and slung it across the back of a chair. “I remember the fall out for sure.”
Lucas headed into the kitchen and poured her a glass of water. He slid it across the bar to her before taking out a bottle of scotch.
“I get water, and you get scotch?”
He raised an eyebrow. “You had one too many.”
She huffed but drank the water. Because he was right. She didn’t need to be drunk to be around Lucas. That had been the Savannah that had a boyfriend and knew she shouldn’t be around Lucas. Not the one in his apartment, currently dating him.
“You’re thinking deeply about something,” he said, sipping on his scotch.
“Thanks for not being weird about Senator Chambliss approaching me.”
He furrowed his brow. “Why would I be weird about that?”
“Do I?” he asked.
“People always recognize me…or at least the name.”
“I’ve known you for years. That always happened to the Maxwells. It’s not weird, Savi. It’s just how it is.”
“Sometimes it feels like it is.”
“The last four years people have recognized me everywhere that I go because of basketball. Is that weird?”
“No,” she said automatically.
“And somehow, it’s different.”
She chewed on her bottom lip. “I guess not. But…it’s something that you chose.”
“I chose basketball, not the lack of privacy. Neither of us chose that.”
“I’m just not used to people not caring when I get recognized. I get self-conscious about it. Makes me feel…other,” she shrugged helplessly. “Sorry.”
Something smoldered in Lucas’s eyes. “Don’t do that.”
“What?” she asked.
“Apologize for who you are.”
Lucas left his scotch on the counter as he came around to where she was seated. He tilted her chin up so that their eyes could meet. Her heart skipped a beat at the fire in that gaze. The unrelenting focus. She swallowed and heat traveled down her body again.
His hands slipped up into her hair. “You’re perfect just the way you are. And damn anyone who says otherwise.”
It was those words that made her lean into his strong hands. That made her close her eyes and nuzzle against him. A sliver of herself broke open for him. Things had been so fucking hard with Lucas for so fucking long. But here, like this, had always made sense. They had lived the crazy political life together practically since birth. And there was no part of her that he didn’t already know.
He tilted her chin up. “Look at me, Savi.”
Her eyes fluttered open and she stared up into those rich orbs, still amazed they had made it to this moment. Where what they were doing wasn’t illicit. Wasn’t going to hurt the other in some monumental way.
“Just be here with me tonight.”
She cracked a smile. “I’m here. With you.”
“You’re mine,” he commanded, bending down until their lips nearly touched.
“Yes,” she breathed. She arched up toward him, trying to grasp that kiss before he allowed it.
But he held still. All calm control. Even as his fingers fisted in her hair and his breaths came out sharp and crisp. “Tell me that you’re mine.”
Her breath hitched. “I’m yours, Lucas Atwood. I’m yours.”
He sighed and then dropped his mouth onto hers. His tongue dipped into her mouth, tasting her sweetness. She groaned against him as he unrelentingly explored her mouth.
It hadn’t been since the summer before college that they had been together like this. With no barriers holding them back. And nothing between them but hot desire. And then, it had been new and scary. Also, quick and hurried and furious. This was something else altogether new.
His hands slid out of her hair and down her shoulders, taking care to touch every inch of her body with his large hands. He splayed them out against her ribs, dipping his thumbs under the curves of her breasts. She gasped into his mouth at the feel of him, but he just continued downward. To her narrow waist and over her hips.
Then he spread her legs in her short black dress, pressing them further apart until he was seated between them. Another low moaned escaped her at the feel of him now pushed firm into her stomach. She could tell exactly what her words had done to him. How letting him claim her made him hard as a rock in his expensive suit pants. Her fingers groped for the button of those pants, aching to release him from the enclosure. But he was ahead of her, and finally let his hands fall to her ass, where he lifted her effortlessly off of the bar stool.
She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, grinding into his body. A grunt left his lips now as he hoisted her into the air. Their kiss broke and for a second her eyes were trapped by his. By the lustful glaze reflecting back at her as she slid her wanton body against his dick, begging for release.
“Fuck,” he growled. His fingers dug into her ass, trying to still her.
“Yes,” she purred.
“I was going to go slow,” he told her as he walked her backward to his bedroom. “I had plans to relearn every inch of your body. Make you come at least twice before I buried my cock inside of you.” She whimpered. He kicked the door open. “Now, I just fucking need you, Savi.”
“I need you,” she said back. “It’s been…so long.”
He tossed her backward onto his bed, and she barely had time to register that he hadn’t let anyone touch this room. That all of this still felt like him. Like the Lucas she had always known with the comfort of his old trappings and memorabilia. This was lived in and loved. So similar to the room she had spent long days in when she was younger. But more grown up now and decidedly more masculine.
His fingers were deftly working the buttons of his shirt. He got fed up half way through and wrenched the thing over his head, tossing it to the ground without care. She forgot the bedroom entirely and zeroed in on that body. She’d seen every inch of those rippling abdominals and bulging biceps and the Adonis lines that led down to the other part of him that was currently bulging. But she hadn’t really looked. Not like she was now, practically salivating.
“Dear God,” she muttered. “How much have you been working out?”
He flicked the button on his trousers and dragged the zipper to the base. “All the fucking time. It’s my job now.”
She licked her lips. “It’s appreciated.”
He laughed, a short breathy thing. Then let his pants fall to the floor next to his shirt. He was just wearing a pair of black boxer briefs that did nothing to contain him.
Savannah slid forward off the bed and hooked her fingers into the top of the briefs. He exhaled at her movement, at her surety. Then she released his dick and saw the full length of it bob out of its restraint. Her mouth watered. They’d never had the time for this before. She was so wet that she hardly felt like they had time for much of anything but fitting his perfect cock inside of her and making them both come for days. But she knew that she wanted to know his body as he wanted to know hers. Not just in words and looks and every day movements conveyed over years. But like this and in earnest.
Pre-cum dotted the head of his cock as she wrapped her hand around the base of his dick. She leaned forward and licked it off of the tip. His entire body shuddered in surrender at that. She thought for an instant he was going to scoop her up and bury himself inside of her, right then and there. But then she took him in her mouth. His head dropped back, and a rumble filled his chest.
She rolled her tongue around the tip of him. Then she slid forward and forward and forward. Her jaw opening wide, her reflexes softening so she could take him further. Still she didn’t fit him in entirely, and she was about to withdraw, when she felt his fingers push into her hair.
A moan left her lips, and his cock lengthened even further. He didn’t exactly hold her in place, but she didn’t move either. As if he wanted to have her there, exactly there, for a moment longer. To feel her wrapped all the way around him.
Then he pulled his cock out of her mouth. She protested, but he didn’t respond. Just pushed her back onto the bed and slid his hands under her dress. She stilled as he reached the edges of her black thong. He dragged it back down her legs, leaving her bare from the waist down.
“Lucas,” she groaned as his fingers inched back up her naked flesh. So primed and ready for him. “I wanted to make you come.”
“Together,” he assured her as he found the hem of her dress and pulled that over her head. She hadn’t bothered with a bra. “And then again.”
She grinned. “Awfully sure of yourself.”
He arched an eyebrow as he walked to the side table and withdrew a condom. “Should I not be?”
“Let me.” She held her hand out.
He passed her the condom without a word. She tore open the material in haste and fit the small band of latex to the head of him before rolling it on him inch by inch. By the end of it, she could see he wanted to hurry her and be done with it. But he let her finish before crawling onto the bed after her.
“I find everything you do to be incredibly sexy,” he told her as he hovered over her on the bed.
Her mind was on his fingers inching their way up her right inner thigh. “I find that incredibly sexy.”
“This?” he asked, stroking a finger through her silken folds and coating a finger with her wetness.
She squirmed. “Uh huh.”
He trailed that finger up to her exposed clit, already peeking out and waiting for him. He stroked her in a slow even circle until she was writhing underneath him.
“Fuck, Lucas.” She reached for his hips, trying to drag his dick closer. To get that release she so desperately craved.
“We’ll see if you’re ready for me,” he teased. Then he slipped one finger inside of her. She tilted her head back at the feel of one long thick finger probing her, spreading her wider for him. A second finger followed, finding her pussy just as inviting as the first.
“Please,” she murmured. “I…can’t…wait….any longer.”
He chuckled softly against her lips, stroking her leisurely in and out, rubbing his thumb against her clit as she bucked against him. “You don’t want to come first?”
“Always together,” he agreed.
He withdrew his fingers, only to fit the tip of his cock against her waiting opening. She tilted her hips up, hoping to draw him. But he took his time, something he had never done before. Once the tip went in, a growl left his body and then he thrust with abandon. He pushed all the way inside until their hips smacked against each other, and she cried out in a small bit of pain but so much more pleasure.
“Oh fuck, Savi,” he said. Then he braced himself with one hand against the bed and grasped her hip with the other before he pulled out and began to drive into her. Thrusting in and in and in as if this was all he ever wanted to do.
She reached up and drew him down to her. Their lips and tongues and teeth met with a ferocity that was unmatched. A passion that had never fully dimmed and only resurfaced with a desperate aching need. A moment that was unlike any of the others that had come before it. A fresh coupling. A new beginning.
“So close,” she groaned into his mouth as her hips met his time and time again.
“Come for me, love,” he breathed.
And then he bottomed out in her pussy, and her body gave one good shudder before exploding into a million stars. She cried out, her core tightening in rolling waves. Then Lucas too hit his climax and came with a tremor and then perfect stillness. As if he’d turned to stone except for the cum he was releasing into her.
Once the spell was broken, he dropped forward over her, panting breathlessly. Sweat beaded between them. And he kissed her swollen lips.
She smiled lazily. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
He snorted and nipped at her neck. Slowly he slid off of her and went to rid himself of the condom. When he returned, he flopped down onto the bed next to her and pulled her close.
“Let’s do that again,” he said with total seriousness.
She laughed anyway. “You know I normally don’t put out on the first date.”
He pinched her side. “Liar.”
“You’re so easy to tease.” She huffed, not at all upset, and let him draw her into his chest. He ran his fingers back through her hair, and she nearly fell asleep before he spoke again. “How do you feel about black tie events?”
“Um…good?” she croaked.
“Come with me to one?”
“The team is throwing a fundraiser before the season starts. We’re all supposed to be there.” He kissed her forehead. “You could be my plus one.”
She rose up onto her elbow and looked down into his eyes. “That sounds serious.”
“I want us to be serious,” he said without blinking. “I want everything.”
A pleased look crossed her face. “Then I’ll go. Tell me I have time to go shopping.”
He laughed and rolled her back over, pinning her between his strong arms. “You have time to go shopping.” His eyes roamed to her breasts. “Now let me reacquaint myself with the rest of your body. I don’t want you to feel like I’m slacking.”
“Heaven forbid,” she murmured as his lips closed over her nipple and she forgot all sense.
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