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We lay like that for a while, my cock throbbing inside her wetness. Every now and again, she’d flex, and her walls would hug my cock again. I chuckled, pulling out slowly, the remnants of ecstasy giving me a last sensation to remember. After slipping off the condom and throwing it out, I brought back warm, wet towels for us both.
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Black spots kept me from sitting up, but I accepted the towel from Ryan, my vagina grateful that it was warm. I could barely breathe, my body was so worn out, so I didn’t move more than I needed to.
Whatever buzz I may have had was completely gone now, but my stomach felt emptier than ever, and I sent Ryan a careful look while I pondered what he was thinking.
“You hungry?” he asked as if acknowledging my unspoken question.
I nodded as a smile crept across my face. “I need food as payment.”
He brushed hair that had fallen over my eyes and considered me with a new warmth in his gaze. “Payment?” he said, his tone amused. The drops of sweat gliding down his forehead had me licking my lips.
I nodded again. “I require payment for my services.”
A deep chuckle warmed my bones, and the darkness in his eyes sent an exciting shiver through my body. He leaned over me, his hands bracing himself on either side of my face until his beard tickled my lips. “Then we better get dressed.”
I pressed my back deeper into the sheets layered with my sweat and maybe some of his. I wanted to see more of his face, his body, the gentle shake of his muscles that came with the pleasure we shared.
When I caught my breath, we dressed, but I wondered how I’d let all this go. There was a certain chemistry I could no longer deny and comfort even in the silence between us.
When we left, we walked down the road, the night air cooling the wet hair on my scalp. It was like we’d reached a new stage in our relationship, his calmness and mine filling the comfortable silence. It felt like we’d stepped into a new world entirely, but I wasn’t sure whether we’d have to leave it forever.
Chapter 20
Ryan
I raced through our entire evening trying to figure out whether I’d screwed something up. I didn’t mind Christie’s silence—hell, she looked pretty damn content to me—but she barely said a word after we’d had sex, and it was starting to worry me. I gazed at her sitting across from me in the steakhouse. Maybe she sensed my unease. I mean, it felt a little weird having sex with a woman who wasn’t my son’s mother right after spending half the day with James. Was that okay? Was I even allowed a relationship? Was that what this was?
No, Christie was a businesswoman focused on the end goal. I knew that feeling. It wasn’t my place to tell her I regretted taking that path. Maybe it was right for her since she didn’t have anything tying her down yet. And I couldn’t be the asshole to tie her down to me, an emotional mess with a broken marriage, a kid, a business in chaos, and a lot of baggage.
“You sent me directions to a park...”
I looked up into the curious, mesmerizing gaze that stole away my thoughts. My heart felt thick and heavy in my chest at the thought of her going back to Houston. We hadn’t talked about it yet. “Yeah.” I cut into my steak, swallowing when the perfectly medium rare meat glistened in the low light. “I wanted to take you somewhere after a short walk.”
She giggled, the sound melodic and strangely soothing. “Did I mess that up for you?”
I looked up from my cut. “No, not at all.” But she was still smiling, and I let go of the breath that hadn’t left my lungs. My shoulders fell with it. “Just thought it might be nice.”
“Maybe next time.”
“About that ...” I chewed my bite thoughtfully while I considered where I wanted to take this conversation, then swallowed. I was barely five years older than her, if that, but I still felt like we were from different worlds. Sex with a random woman was one thing, but we did it again, even after she found out about what was happening in my life. Did that mean something? Or was sex just sex?
“Ryan, are you okay?”
I stopped mid-chew. I’d never finished what I started to say. After swallowing my next mouthful, I ran from my thoughts and tried using words instead. “You go back to Dallas tomorrow?”
She nodded, but a question lingered in her soft gaze. “I’m not sure whether I’ll be coming back now. I still haven’t received a call.”
“Do you want to?”
She folded her hands beneath her chin, her eyes hardening as they stared deeply at her untouched panini. “I want a job. I don’t want to go home empty-handed, but I don’t want this thing that happened to be the start of a miserable career.”
“So don’t take it.”
Her cheeks flushed a soft pink. They hadn’t completely returned to normal from earlier, but they were noticeably warm now, her eyes bright with surprise and wide.
“Don’t take the job.”
