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Love. I loved this man with everything that I had. I’d told him, and now I wanted to show him. I wanted him to know that even if I couldn’t give him what he wanted tomorrow, I’d give him what he wanted today.
Leaning over him, I increased the depth, moaning as the sweet tension mounted inside of me. Brendan took my hands, intertwined our fingers, and forced me down for a kiss. Our sounds of pleasure mingled in our mouths, and I didn’t ever want it to end.
Minutes passed. Maybe hours. I didn’t even care. I kept my pace nice and slow until my whole body started to tremble. “Brendan,” I whispered. Fear spiked inside me. I wasn’t sure that I’d be able to finish.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he whispered as he grabbed my hips and guided me. “Stay with me. Stay with me, Jillian.”
The orgasm started small, blossoming inside me until it took over my whole body. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. Mind-numbing pleasure that lasted and lasted.
Dimly, I heard him call my name as he arched in me, flooding me. When I fell across his chest and closed my eyes, he held me until the tide went out. He was the only thing that kept me from going out with it.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Jillian
The days passed, and my heart felt light. Things were falling into place. My advisor finally approved my dissertation. I just needed to work on my oral defense, scheduled for the following month, and I would be good to go as I started my final year of the full-time doctoral internship.
I accepted the interview with Joyce Reid. Butterflies bloomed in my stomach when I thought about it, but I was excited. Cindy was right. Attention like this didn’t come along every day, and it was a huge step for my career. Even Brendan was on board with it once he realized that it didn’t mean I was leaving him.
I couldn’t think about the future with him. I was enjoying the present too much. We still had the rest of the summer left in my original agreement with him, and I wanted to see how things turned out. Now that my miscarriage wasn’t hanging around my neck, I felt more comfortable exploring our relationship.
I felt more comfortable just being with him and not feeling the burden of our mistakes.
“You sound happy,” Danielle said suspiciously over the phone. “Does that mean you murdered your husband? Are you calling for help to bury the body?”
Leaning against the wall of his bedroom, I watched Brendan work from the window. It was almost time for dinner, and it was Kim’s turn to cook. I could hear her banging around in the kitchen and cursing loudly. Cooking wasn’t really Kim’s thing.
I’d spent most of the day cleaning and straightening up the house, but now I was content just to watch Brendan. When he lifted the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead, I slowly blew out my breath. I’d memorized every single line of his body, traced my fingers over those muscles and even scraped my nails down them, but the sight of him still unraveled me.
“I am happy, and I haven’t murdered him. Things are… good,” I said hesitantly. “Things are really good.”
There was a beat of silence before Danielle let out a loud whoop of excitement. “It’s about time. I knew the two of you weren’t done. I mean, I was all ready to help you bash him over the head, but I was secretly hoping that you two would work things out. Now, by good, do you mean that you two are still bickering but burning up the bed or have you two talked about the things that you two needed to talk about?”
“We’ve talked. Not in-depth, but we were both working under some misconceptions. We’ve started clearing the air.”
“Does that mean I can rent out your room?”
I laughed. “No, we’re not there yet. But maybe soon. I’ll actually be back in the city next week for a taping with Joyce Reid about my work with Cindy.” Restless, I moved away from the window and stretched out on my back. Staring at the ceiling, I tried to remember the last time I was this content.
“I’d heard a rumor about that. You’re going to be all rich and famous and forget all about me. I’m already green with envy and bordering on hatred.”
I smiled into the phone. “Am I forgiven if I buy you a house?”
“You’re forgiven when you hook me up with someone gorgeous as sin and rich as hell.” Something fell to the floor, and she grumbled under her breath.
“What are you doing?”
“I got this new thigh workout thing, but I can’t figure out how to get it to work.”
“Ah, well, I’ll let you go work out your thighs.” I laughed. “I’ll talk to you later.”
