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“I think I can manage one night.”
“For me?”
She pauses, my feet slowly inching towards the elevator doors.
“Alright, for you,” she finally answers with a soft smile.
“Love you,” I say, blowing her a quick kiss.
“I love you too, Lenix.”
My chest squeezes tightly hearing her call me by that name and I fight back the tears, giving her one last wave before finally turning my back to her. My heart feels like it’s bursting, hoping this is the beginning of my favorite chapter yet.
There’s almost no traffic on my way to Connor’s—or rather our—home. As if the universe gave me all the green lights and quiet streets to sayno more avoiding this missy.
I know in my gut that this is the right decision. Doesn’t lessen how scared I am of change. So much of what happened between us was under the guise of pretending, it’s hard to decipher now what’s real and what’s not. All of my feelings toward Connor are complicated. I can’t tell if deep down I always knew we’d end up together, or if the thought is so outlandish that my brain can hardly compute. I want to run and hide, but also be found. He’s the most infuriating person I’ve ever met yet he also matches my energy like no one else ever has.
There’s so much for us to discuss, so many things left unsaid. Our preferred mode of communication is to argue—or fuck… or fuck while arguing.
My heart begins to slam in my chest as I pull up to the gates, they open as soon as I turn into the driveway, and I can’t help but smile despite the anxiety knowing he was probably watching the cameras.
I park, take a long inhale, then breathe out slowly. I can’t even explain why I’m so anxious other than this is crazy. Thisiscrazy right? My time back in Sacro Nuntio and everything that ensued, definitely solidified a lot between us. But it still feels unsteady, like I’ve lost all of my senses while trying to navigate this new terrain.
Feeling that Connor is somehow watching me from inside I don’t linger too long and push the car door open. I tried to dress casually cool but probably overdid it, wearing a black maxi bodycon dress—no bra—that hugs my curves and some pink wedge sandals for a pop of color. I hide behind my oversized sunglasses until I get to the door, but it opens before I can even reach for the doorknob.
Connor appears and for a split second I’m taken aback by his raw beauty, darkness personified with the smile of an angel. He looks utterly dashing in his navy bespoke suit and I find myself gawking while I remove my sunglasses to get a better look.
“Finally,” he grunts, grabbing my wrist and pulling me inside. I stumble slightly into his embrace, his strong arms pulling me close while also pushing us against the wall. He presses into me and buries his nose into my neck, breathing in deeply. “Fuck,” he mutters, his voice muffled by his mouth currently trailing up my neck.
I let out a small moan and tilt my head so he can get even better access. “If that’s how you’re going to greet me every time I come home, I’m okay with that,” I say with a quiet laugh.
His head pops up, while his hands blaze a path up my waist. They curl around and over my breasts, then collar my throat in a loose grip. His eyes are hooded, the deepest black as he peers into my own, his throat bobbing up and down.
“Say that again,” he growls.
My eyes flit left to right, while I try to recall what I just said, what he wants me to repeat. But then I stumble over the word in my mind as if it was waiting for me to pick it back up.
A slow, sultry grin pulls my lips up. “Home.”
He stays silent for a long, slow second, our heated breath intermingling until his lips slam into mine and I lose all sense of direction. Nothing else matters if only he continues kissing me like this. As if the entire world begins and ends with us—with me.
He palms my breasts with both hands and groans, “God your tits look fucking perfect in this dress.”
Leaning over, he wraps his warm mouth over the fabric covering my peaked nipple, and I whimper, my head falling back onto the wall.
“Connor…fuck.”
I slide my hands under his suit jacket wanting to remove it, trying to removeanypiece of clothing keeping his skin from mine, but as fast as he was on me, he’s now pulling away. He straightens his jacket, swiping over his mustache, while I look at him wide-eyed and breathless. Still glued to the wall.
“Excuse me?” I say incredulously.
His smirk is so cocky, I’d be giving him a hard shove in the chest if I could remember how to move.
“Patience is a virtue, my darling,” he drawls with a wink and waves his hand around like an arrogant king. “I swear I heard that somewhere.”
Finally recovering from the whiplash that isConnor fucking Maxwell,I push myself off the wall and fix my dress. “Yeah, well. You’ll be waiting a long time if you ever pull something like that again,” I mutter.
He chuckles affectionately and smiles, warm and open, but then he looks around.
