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My defenses break wide open.
In those moments, when I’m deep inside of her—when she’s wrapped around me so tightly that I can’t tell where I leave off and she begins—I feel the first piece of the wall I built around myself when I was kidnapped start to tumble down.
I feel myself start to fall for her, really fall for her. And as she calls out my name, coming on my cock for what feels like forever—for what feels like a stolen moment out of time that belongs to just the two of us—I can’t do anything to stop it.
More than that, I’m not sure I would do something, even if I could.
Chapter 20
The sun is barely up when Lola rolls out of bed and starts cleaning up the room in a swirl of activity that has me spinning just looking at her.
“Sweetheart, what are you doing? Come back to bed.” I reach for her when she whirls by me, but she spins away before I can get a grip on her and I’m left holding nothing but air.
“I can’t. My flight is in six hours and I have to get everything packed—plus I have to have the boxes ready to go in three hours when the shipping service is scheduled to get here.”
“Shipping service? Flight?” The last vestiges of sleepiness vanish. “Where are you going?”
She gives me a strange look. “Paris, remember? I told you that first night that it was my next destination.”
“Yes, but…” I trail off, my brain screaming DANGER even before her eyes narrow. Still, I’m in it already, so I might as well spit it out. “I thought we were doing this thing.” I gesture between her and me.
“Seriously? You’re angling to be king and that’s the most eloquent thing you can drum up? ‘I thought we were doing this thing?’?”
“It’s early. I haven’t had my coffee yet.” I shoot her a winning grin. “And my brain is still addled from the three most fantastic rounds of sex I’ve ever had.”
She rolls her eyes. “Vacuous compliments might get you somewhere with all those bimbos you’ve been hanging around lately, but I’m made of sterner stuff.”
“Are you saying it wasn’t fantastic sex?” I ask her as I roll out of bed. “Because if you are, I’m totally calling bullshit on that.”
“Sex—fantastic, earth-shattering, mind-blowing, or otherwise—won’t stock my website. I’ve already got my merchandise buyer on high alert back home, but I need to step up my game here as well or we’re going to be screwed.”
There’s a lot in that sentence, but I choose to start the day by focusing on the positive. Especially since I think an argument might be brewing about the rest, and God knows I’ve got enough negativity to deal with right now.
“You think the sex was earth-shattering?” I ask, wrapping my arms around her waist from behind and pulling her back against my chest.
“You know exactly how good the sex was,” she tells me, pushing at my arms in an effort to get away. I hold tight, partly to mess with her and partly because she feels too good to let go.
“Maybe I don’t remember,” I tease, sweeping her gorgeous mass of hair out of the way as I bend down to kiss the back of her neck. “Maybe we should crawl back into bed and you should remind me.”
She laughs and shoots me a look over her shoulder. “Yeah, like that’s going to work.”
“It was worth a shot.” I send her the most smoldering look I can manage without cracking up. “Just give me fifteen minutes. I’ll make you come twice.”
She pauses, considers, then shoots me a wicked look of her own. “Make it three times and you’ve got yourself a deal.”
“Why stop at three?” I ask as I walk her back toward the bed. “An extra few minutes and I can—”
“Fifteen minutes is all you’ve got,” she tells me as I toss her onto the bed. “Do your worst.”
I climb on top of her, stripping off her robe as I go. “Don’t you mean my best?”
“You’re at fourteen and a half minutes. Don’t you think you should be putting that mouth of yours to better use right about now?”
“I’ll get right on it,” I tell her, right before I do.
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