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“You can take one. I trust you.”
“Are you sure?”
She nods, another moan of pleasure slipping through her lips. Her fingers are working faster now, rubbing over and over in tight circles, every movement of her arm making small waves oscillate around the tub.
“Yeah,” she breathes. “The thought of you looking at it when I'm not with you is really fucking hot. Take the picture, Cole. I want you to.”
Leaning out of the tub, I pluck my phone out of the pocket of my pants that lay strewn on the bathroom floor not too far away.
Maybe it's the celebrity in her who's used to having her photograph taken, but she doesn't shy away from the camera at all. With her hand still moving under the water, her cheeks flushed bright and pink lips parted in a perpetual gasp, I take the photo.
“Got it,” I say, tossing the phone on the bathmat and taking hold of my dick again. “Now make yourself come for me.”
And she does.
Her moans grow louder, her breaths come faster. I match the pace of her hand with my own, determined for us to find our endings together. And when we do, whispering each other's names like a secret prayer, it's a moment of such intense intimacy that I'm sure no one on this Earth has ever experienced something like it before.
There is no woman in the world like Althea Sparkes. And somehow, finally, I get to call her mine.
“You should come to New York with me,” she says once she's found her way down from the height of her orgasm, chest heaving as she works to settle her breathing.
“Yeah?”
She nods. “You don't like that everyone thinks I'm dating Aiden? Then let's show the world who I really belong to.”
“Jesus, they already know my name.”Cole shakes his head in disbelief as he scrolls through the latest headlines on his phone. “How the fuck do they know who I am already? We've only been here a day.”
I look over to where he sits in a chair by the window in our hotel room, red light leaking through the glass and catching on the pitch-dark strands of his hair.
“They don't mess around.”
He snorts. “Clearly.”
I fold myself into his lap and stroke my hand over his face. “Hey, you okay? I know it's a lot.”
He wraps his arms around my waist and nuzzles into my neck. “I'm all good, baby. Just not used to it.”
“You're not having second thoughts or anything?”
The wave of self-consciousness sweeping through me isn't new. It's plagued me since the moment we stepped off the plane yesterday. The fear that he'll only want me in theory, that the reality of being together will be too much for him in practice.
“About you? Never.” His lips sprinkle a line of kisses up the column of my neck and hover over the spot just behind my ear. “You've gotta stop doubting me.”
“I know.”
“You can trust me.” Each word sends a warm breath shivering across my skin. “You've owned me since we were kids, baby. I’m not goin’ anywhere.”
“Okay,” I say, though the fear doesn't dissipate. But his mouth on my neck is distracting and he could get me to agree to anything right now, as long as his lips stay on my skin.
“Do we have to go to this shit tonight?” he asks, standing from the chair and walking to the bed, all the while keeping me cradled in his arms. We fall together onto the mattress, bed sheets billowing around us.
“It's my charity gala, so we kind of have to.”
“Wait.” He pushes up on one arm to look over me. “What do you mean it's your gala?”
“I'm the hostess. Didn't I tell you?”
He smirks, running his index finger down my nose the way he's taken to doing. “Princess, you haven’t even told me what the event is for.”
