Page 82 of Never Let Go

“I smell like me. You could just sleep with me naked every night instead of sleeping in clothes that smell like me.”

She gave me an amused but exasperated look. “What happened to slowing down?”

I shrugged. “Just putting it out there, but how about we just agree that every time the clothes you take stop smelling like me, you take something else of mine with you? If I can’t physically be with you every night, then at least I know you’ll be thinking of me.”

“I’m always going to be thinking of you,” she said as she pulled a mixing bowl out from under the counter. “Do you need me to spritz some of my perfume on your pillows so I can make sure you’re also thinking about me?”

I chuckled. “You don’t have to. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, but be my guest. Mark your territory. I kind of like it.”

Shelby chuckled and took the eggs I held out to her. “Pancakes?”

“It’s like you read my mind.” While she set about making the batter, I passed her all the ingredients she’d need. Then I took my place behind the stove with her with a pan in front of each of us. Between the two of us, we made our way through the batter quickly, ending with a massive stack of pancakes that we doused in butter and syrup and then carried back to bed with us.

Shelby sat down on my bed, her gaze on the view of the gray skies, the city, and the waterways beyond. “I can’t believe I didn’t notice this before. Does every room in your apartment have a view like this?”

“Pretty much.”

“Wow. I see why you said you had to move. A place like this isn’t easy to find.”

“Definitely not,” I agreed, settling in beside her with my back against the headboard. I took a pancake and ate it with my hand. “Hey, I was thinking, do you want to go to Paris with me next weekend?”

“Paris?” She turned to gawk at me, then started laughing. “Holy hell. I can’t believe I totally forgot how rich you are now.”

I grinned. “Is that a yes?”

“That’s a hell yes.” She leaned forward and closed her sticky, syrupy palm on my cheek, and she kissed me, but I didn’t mind.

I was planning on dragging her to the shower with me after this anyway, and then we were coming right back here. It started raining while we kissed. After the shower, I brought her back to my bed and made love to her with the rain lashing against the windows. I vowed that I was going to make this our very first Sunday tradition.

EPILOGUE

SHELBY

One Year Later

On the anniversary of Ashley and Chase’s wedding, Foster and I were back in Paris. We were in the same hotel and even in the same room we’d been in the first time he’d bought me here, and he woke me up with his head between my legs again.

I moaned as his tongue lapped at my clit. His fingers teased up my thighs and he spread them apart and licked me like he would never stop. After we’d spent Ash’s wedding night together, when he told me he would never get enough of me, I’d thought it was just one of those things people said, but nope.

In the twelve months we’d been together since, he’d proven it to me over and over again, sometimes multiple times a day. I sank my fingers into his hair now, letting my knees drop back, and I lifted one of his hands to my breast.

I felt him smile against my aching flesh, but I knew why. Foster was ridiculously proud of himself for dragging me out of my shell in bed. He’d made it his personal mission—of which Ashley had heartily approved when I’d told her about it—to make sure that I told him exactly what I wanted.

Although that part wasn’t just true about us in bed. Sexually, he’d definitely changed me, turned me into a brazen, insatiable beast that he was only too happy to feed regularly, but in our everyday lives, he also never stopped encouraging me to take what I wanted.

Together, we were so much stronger than we had been apart. I had been promoted three times at work, and while Foster had already been about as high up in the company as he could go while Milena and Hope were still there, he’d been working on a lot of new ideas with them.

Sight Unseen was doing better than ever. Mr. Harrison pretty much let me do whatever I wanted these days because I’d proven I didn’t need to be watched every minute to get my job done, and life, overall, was better than I ever would’ve imagined.

As Foster’s tongue kept pushing me higher and higher, my brain shut down and I let go of thoughts. I surrendered to the sensations he was stirring up in me. Every nip, lick, and touch were exactly what I needed. Before I had even opened my eyes for the day, I was coming so hard that my toes curled and my ears rang.

“Good morning.” He crawled up the length of my body, a lazy smile on his face, and he brought his mouth down on mine.

At first, whenever I’d tasted myself on his tongue, I’d been embarrassed, but these days, I leaned into it, wrapping my arms and legs around him and deepening the kiss. Foster chuckled and tried to pull away, but I wouldn’t let him.

“Don’t you want to go to breakfast?” he asked between kisses.

I shook my head. “The only breakfast I want is right here.” I pressed my chest against his, moaning as my hard, sensitive nipples mashed into his skin.