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“Aspen,” he groaned, drawing out of our kiss to hold my gaze. “Aspen.”
I cupped his face as he emphasized my name, wanting so badly to confess every emotion racing through my heart at that very moment, but all I could do was silently show him instead.
Tingles built along my spine, everything inside of me coiling so tightly I was certain I would combust any second.
So much…there was so much of him, so much of the way I felt, so much of the way I needed him.
“Cross,” I said, sighing his name as I felt my release climbing up my body. “God,Cross.”
He upped his pace, his eyes on me and conveying too much for me to process while he slid an arm beneath my lower back, hauling me up as he continued to thrust into me.
The angle had him stroking those places deep inside me that set off a chain reaction that tore through me so thoroughly I couldn’t help but cry out. I clenched around him, fluttering around his cock as I came, arching into it to ride it all the way through.
“Fuck,” he groaned, hardening inside me another degree before his own release followed mine.
He dipped his forehead, leaning it against mine as we caught our breath, our bodies involuntarily shivering or jolting from the aftershocks.
“That was…” I breathed the words.
Sex with Crossland was always incredible, but this time? This time?—
“Everything,” he said, gently shifting off of me and rolling to the side, keeping me close. “Everything,” he repeated, his chest rising and falling quickly.
Everything.
Yeah, it had been absolutely everything.
It had beenallof me.
I’d given him every piece of me, and now I had no clue what he’d do with them in the end.
CHAPTER 14
Crossland
“Iunderstand that,” I said into the phone as I headed out of my in-home office, the smell of something cooking drawing me out even though I was still on the phone with my publicist.
“This is the sixth time you've been caught by the paparazzi with Aspen,” she said. “And you've barely given more than a bland statement that she's your girlfriend. I've got requests from nine different media outlets wanting to know if the perpetual billionaire bachelor Crossland McClaren is officially off the market.”
I rolled my eyes, coming around the corner and stopping when I entered the kitchen.
Aspen was in front of the stove, wearing one of my button-down dress shirts and nothing else, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows as she flipped something in a skillet.
“I have no interest in that,” I finally said but my voice was rough.
How could she look so good while she was doing nothing more than simply cooking her grilled cheese?
“I get that, Crossland,” my publicist continued. “And I'll do my best to keep them off your back. But I wanted to give you awarning, the press is getting anxious. They've been feeding off of your escapades for years. And now you're giving them something new to talk about. They're getting desperate, and if you don't come out and make a statement then they're going to make one up for you.”
“Don't they always?” I asked. I understood where she was coming from and I really did appreciate it, but this was the same gossip-hungry press that claimed I'd had some kind of ritualistic orgy on my yacht two summers ago. Fact-checking wasn't a thing for them, because if they did, they would’ve known that it wasn't an orgy or a ritual, just me and some friends having a good time on the ocean. I'd only hadonedate at that event, and they painted me out to be some sex-starved fiend.
“I appreciate you looking out for me,” I voiced my gratitude out loud. “And I'm grateful for the heads-up. I don't have a statement to make right now, but if I ever do, you know you'll be the first one to know.”
There was a heavy sigh at the other end of the line before she said she understood and hung up.
I set my phone on the kitchen island, briefly rubbing the spot along my forehead that had started throbbing since she called. I understood all of this came with the territory, but lately it had felt overwhelming in a way that it never had before.
“Everything good?” Aspen asked, sliding a sandwich onto a plate and setting it before me. She served herself next, then leaned against the kitchen island as she tore little bits off her sandwich and popped them in her mouth.
