A pang of fear strikes me. The idea of becoming so deeply attached, of offering a part of myself that can’t be reclaimed, terrifies me. I push away the thoughts, drowning them in the depth of our kiss, savoring the lingering tremors of what might be the most profound connection I’ve ever felt.
ChapterTwenty-Three
Sutton:
You left too early.
River:
Miss me already, darling?
Sutton:
No, I was just wondering why my bed was empty when I woke up.
River:
Because you miss me.
Sutton:
Have we spoken about your arrogance? It’s huge.
River:
We can talk about other things that I have which are huge and you like—a lot.
Sutton:
It’s too early to discuss ego.
River:
Darling, it’s never too late or too early to talk about sex—or the things my cock and hands can do to you.
Sutton:
:raised-eyebrow: emoji
Sutton:
What are you planning on doing to me?
River:
:wink: emoji
River:
I’m not sure just yet, but I’ll make you come so fucking hard, you’ll be screaming my name, like the good girl you are.
River:
So, are you telling me about your next book?
Sutton:
No. We’re not discussing that.