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He kisses the back of my hand. “We’ll have to decide what we’re doing.”
“What do you mean?”
He shrugs. “Whether we live in London or New York, of course.”
My heart swells. As much as I love my job here at Wentner, my mind keeps returning to London. The thought of going back there is so tantalizing. In some ways, it feels like going home. And yet, I have an amazing life here. Honestly, I’m torn. “Why don’t we go back and forth?” I suggest, joking of course. “We could have the best of both worlds, like Will and Skye do.”
He nods. “Right. I think that’s brilliant. We can make it work.”
“Seriously? You’d consider that?”
“Of course. I’m not going to ask you to give up your life here just for me. We’ll commute.” He reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “Speaking of your work… can I come to your office with you tomorrow? I’d like to see it.”
“You’re not flying back tomorrow?”
He shrugs. “They can muddle along without me in the office a few more days. I can always be reached by mobile if there’s a fire that needs putting out. I’d really like to know what your life is like here. I’d love to see where you work, meet your co-workers perhaps, your friends.”
“Of course you can come to my office.”
“Perfect. I’ll escort you to work in the morning, and then I’ll show myself around Manhattan and do a bit of sightseeing until you get off. How about you let me take you out to dinner afterward?”
“That sounds wonderful.” This is so surreal, lying here in the dark with him like this, talking quietly like we used to do.
All of a sudden, my heart starts racing. Here we are, just the two of us, with nothing standing in our way. He seems to be thinking the same thing, because he leans close and kisses me. His warm hand cups the back of my neck. The kiss deepens and soon we’re both breathing hard.
“Kennedy,” he murmurs as he leans close.
His hand slips up beneath my T-shirt and covers my breast. When his thumb brushes my nipple, I feel a corresponding spark of pleasure between my legs. Every nerve ending in my body comes awake, and suddenly I’m not so sleepy anymore.
“I’ll be right back,” he says, and he slips out of bed and goes to the bathroom. I hear him rifling around in there, and a moment later, he returns with a condom packet.
I guess I know where this is going tonight.
I laugh. “Courtesy of Will?”
“Yeah. I guess I need to go shopping for condoms tomorrow, don’t I?”
“Definitely. I should probably look into going back on the pill.”
“You haven’t been sexually active?” he asks, almost hesitantly.
I shake my head. “No.”
“May I ask why not?”
I swallow hard and touch his face. “Because no one else measures up to you.”
“Ken.” His voice is rough. He surges forward and kisses me, his lips coaxing mine open. He kisses me with the fire and hunger I’ve been missing for so long. He pushes my T-shirt up to expose both my breasts, staring at them with blatant hunger in his eyes. He plumps one of them with his hand, then leans down to flick the tip with his tongue. He strokes the tip tenderly before drawing it into his mouth to suckle. As he draws on me, I feel a corresponding tug between my legs.
Pleasure courses through me, and with a cry I arch my back. While he suckles one breast, his hand slides down my torso, into my panties, and he slips a finger between my legs and begins stroking me.
Connor is, and always has been, a generous lover. He’s always focused on me, on my pleasure, making sure I come first, that I’m satisfied. Obviously, that hasn’t changed. But I want tonight to be just as much about him.
I sit up and press his back to the mattress. “Tonight, it’s my turn. Lie back and relax.”
I run my fingers down his chest, past his firm abs, to the waistband of his boxers. His erection tents the fabric of his underwear. I clearly recall the pleasure he gave me last night, and I want to do the same for him.
I grasp the waistband of his underwear and start tugging. He lifts his hips to help me, and soon I have him naked. His legs are long and muscular. Between his thighs, his erection swells right before my eyes.
