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“I’ll do you one better,” she says, her accent stronger with her drawled promise. She presses her lips to my swollen head and slides up, at the same time that she opens her mouth and takes me into her mouth while she uses the water and her breasts to create a sensation I’ve never even imagined before. I groan and grab the sides of the hot tub to keep from sliding under. “Holy shit!,” She keeps her eyes on mine while she moves up and down in the water.
“Hold them,” she gasps and nods to the sides of her breasts. I put my hands there and she moves hers to cup my balls. She rolls them lightly in her hands, her up and down slide never faltering, her mouth sucking the head of my cock with her every downward stroke of her breasts.
“I’m going fucking crazy,” I groan and stroke her nipples with my thumbs.
“That’s the plan,” she gasps and then she proceeds to make sure her plan succeeds.
“You’re amazing,” I breathe out.
“You make feel like I can do anything,” she says, and I start to come. Without any warning, spurts of cum shoot out of my cock and splatter on her chin and her cheeks before she closes her mouth over me and takes as much of me as she can into her mouth. My fingers dig into the abundant flesh of her tits, and I only realize how hard I’m pressing when she winces.
“Fuck, I’m bruising you,” I say.
“Yes,” she gasps. “I want your bruises.” I buck up into her mouth. She sucks the head of my dick one more time before she slides up my body. When we’re face-to-face, she says, “I want to look in the mirror on Monday and see your fingerprints on my skin and remember how it felt when you put them there.” My pulse jumps in my throat. I cup her cheeks and caress them with my thumb. Her bright eyes, the ones I’ve seen in every dream I’ve had for the last two months, are fixed raptly on mine, and I decide to go for broke.
“I’m about to ask you something,” I tell her.
She stills the up and down movement of her hips. “You’re going to ask me something?” she says quietly.
“Yes, I am,” I say softly. I drag my thumb across the lips I’ve been kissing all day.
“I want you to move to Houston,” I tell her. “Come live with me.”
Her breath hitches, and she drops her face into my neck.
“I haven’t found a job yet, Hayes,” she responds mournfully, and there’s an instinctive tightening in my chest.
I knew this is what she’d say. I force myself to relax. But, I can’t do anything about the urgent beat of my heart. It wants this too much. Needs it too much.
“I can help you with your job search,” I remind her.
“I shouldn’t need help. I have an excellent resume. I’m the fucking expert in a whole practice area,” she says, and her voice is full of frustration that cuts at me. “There’s not a single environmental law practice worth anything that’ll hire me. I think I’ve been blackballed,” she fumes.
“If you would let me make a call—”
“No, Hayes. I don’t want that,” she fusses at me.
“Is your pride more important than being with me?” I ask her quietly.
“That’s not fair. And I shouldn’t have to choose,” she shoots back, pulling herself back from me.
“Life isn’t fair. And I don’t see why it’s a choice. Why does your pride take a hit from letting the man who loves you help you? Wouldn’t you help me if I needed it?”
“As if you’d ever need my—” Her eyes widen and her hands cover her mouth.
“You lo-love me?” she stutters through the finger she pressed to her lips.
Her wide, blue eyes are full of surprise. They glitter in the gloaming light and the ire that was in them from our argument is gone. Joy—unfiltered, unadulterated, replaces it. She’s fucking beautiful right now, and I wish I had my phone so I could capture her like this.
“Of course I do. I’m sorry you’re surprised by that,” I say and lean in to kiss her soft, pliant mouth. She doesn’t kiss me back, so I pull back.
“You don’t need to say anything,” I tell her quickly. And I mean it. I know Confidence loves me, too. Of that, I have zero doubt. So, I go back to the subject that I’ve prepared to stand my ground on. “Just tell me you’ll think about moving,” I add.
She smiles, but there’s still hesitation there.
“I will think about it, but first I want to visit. Meet your family. Is that okay? Just feel like things are more certain. Do you understand?” she asks.
“Are you not sure ... still?” I ask, unable to quell the irritation.
