Page 203 of Too Good to Be True


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“Ian—”

“When Dad told me you’d taken a tumble down the stairs, it felt like my heart stopped.”

I pressed my lips together.

“In other words, yes. Mum was right about me too.”

Okay.

Damn.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

Another squeeze and, “You’re not going to do it again. It’s over. You’re fine. We’re fine.”

“I’m also set to leave on Sunday,” I pointed out.

“Me as well. And you’re correct, we should move on from this and talk about that. Are we landing at your place or mine when we get to London?”

I blinked.

He made a decision. “I have to drop off papers at my office. I’ll go to my place and pack a bag. Next weekend, though, you’re all mine at mine.”

“So we’re going to continue with this kind of intensity?” I hazarded.

His brows ascended. “I see no reason not to. I enjoy being with you. I very much enjoy fucking you. I enjoy more getting to know you. And now, I’d rather not change the habit of sleeping with you at my side. Do you have reservations?”

I smiled. “Not a one.”

His eyes fell to my mouth. “Then it’s sorted.”

It totally was.

“In retrospect, you’re hot when you’re pissed off,” I told him.

“When it comes to you, I’m hot all the time.”

I rolled my eyes.

Taking my chin in his fingers, he pulled me to him and kissed me.

Then he proved how hot he was for me as we made out on the couch in the Pearl Room.

Thirty-Eight

3:03

Our Saturday had been blissfully peaceful.

And Duncroft, when I wasn’t chasing anyone through the walls or being drugged, was heaven.

Ian and I had started it with a lazy morning in bed (and that was also heaven…in a bed). We’d gotten up to take a long walk on the moors with Danny and Portia. Ian and I then spent the afternoon in the kitchen. Bonnie and I made a fraisier to be served with dinner while Ian chatted with us and made me fall a little bit further for him as he watched me work like I was sculpting David.

He also demanded to lick all the bowls.

The first was sweet, watching him taste my work was hot.

Now, it was our final night, and I’d packed as Portia instructed me.

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