Page 115 of Run to Me

“I know you will.” A pause, then we laugh because he’s literally carrying me right now.

In his office, he sets me on the desk and rests his hands on either side of my hips. “Today was a lot.”

I heave a sigh. “It was, but I got closure I didn’t know I needed.”

“Are you okay?” He grazes my jaw with a knuckle, and I lean into his touch, relish it.

With a nod, I say, “Strangely, I am. It must’ve been the scream.”

His devilish grin appears. “I hear screaming is good for the soul.”

“Stop.” I chuckle with a halfhearted shove to his chest. Sliding my hands to his shoulders, I toy with the hair touching his neck. “Seriously, I’m glad you were with me today. I couldn’t have faced him alone. And I’m sorry for threatening to leave. I panicked.”

He studies me, the intensity of his gaze searing my brain. “Are you really okay?”

“I really am.”

“Then what made you come here tonight?”

Cramming down my discomfort with expressing my feelings, I swallow thickly and confess, “You asked me to come home to you. Here I am.”

“Birdie.” My whispered name breaks apart on his lips. Then he’s grabbing my face and claiming me with a kiss so passionate and consuming, my eyes fill with tears. The kiss goes on and on, and I’m comforted by the thought of it never ending. When we come up for air, he asks through panting breaths, “What happens now?”

Equally breathless, I say, “We move forward. I sever ties with Vera. You withdraw from the mayor’s race. After that, you’ll sling cocktails, I’ll make people feel pretty, and we’ll live happily ever after.”

When he closes his eyes and drops his brow to mine, a gust of relief fans my face. “That sounds like the perfect plan.”

To lighten the mood, I say, “More perfect than me being naked on this desk?”

His head jerks back, and desire darkens his gaze. “Watch it, birdie. No one’s around to hear you scream again.”

Leaning back on my hands, I spread my legs wider. “So make me scream, Mr. Holloway.”

Within minutes, I’m naked on his desk while he ruts into me, the only sounds our harsh grunts and his belt buckle knocking against the wood surface with each thrust.

He sucks on my nipples, gripping my ass to keep me from sliding across the desk because my hands are busy tugging his hair, eliciting endless groans of pleasure from him as we approach climax.

“I won’t last,” he pants. “Fuck, I’m not gonna last and you haven’t come.” Slipping a hand between us, he rubs feverishly at my clit, desperate for me to finish before him, always putting my needs first.

Though I’d love to reach that blissful pinnacle of pleasure, I have another plan. When he bucks his hips faster, a sign of his imminent orgasm, I yank his hair hard enough to wrench his head back. A strangled noise catches in his throat. His muscles tighten. He rears back while driving his hips forward, and a deep, bellowing roar accompanies his release.

My spine curves from the power of his final thrust. Before I can reclaim the breath he stole from me, he collapses on top of me, crushing me under his full weight.

“Shit. What was that?” he asks, gulping air into his lungs.

Wheezing, I croak, “Who’s the screamer now?”

Tatum shimmies her shoulders, excited about dance night at Bruno’s.

“Be still,” I say. Stabbing a pregnant lady in the eye with a mascara wand, though accidental, seems like a not nice thing to do.

“I haven’t danced in months,” she says.

“It’s been years for me.” Lucy leans against the wall in Tatum’s bathroom, looking sexy and ready to go with a high sleek ponytail and a tight red dress that ends just below her butt. Her smoky eye makeup and dark red lips are flawless, if I do say so myself. “Rock doesn’t know how to behave himself at a club,” she says.

“He dances?” Surprise pushes my freshly sculpted eyebrows high on my forehead.

The three of us spent yesterday at a spa in Austin getting massaged, plucked, and waxed before shopping for our outfits for tonight. Jensen tried to be sneaky and sent Lucy enough money to cover all of my spending without telling me it was from him, but she spilled the beans right away. Normally, I’d balk at the idea of being a kept woman, but I freaking blushed while Tatum and Lucy cooed over his gesture.