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“Rick—” she cried. “Oh—I’m coming.”
“Come hard, Charlie,” he ordered gruffly. “I feel you so tight around me.”
She clenched, quivering while she soared to the hills. The landing was slow and torturous, but too delicious to fight. Her legs shook, and he held her thighs to keep her tightly wrapped around him. His growl mid thrusts came shortly after, ramming into her until suddenly a loud grunt replaced the sounds in the bedroom.
A final plunge inside her, and he stopped to outlast his orgasm. Charlie admired the way his abdominal muscles bulged and retracted at his heavy breathing. He was so sexy. She couldn’t get enough. Just looking at him got her up and ready.
Rick collapsed on top of her. Their breaths steadied, and she kissed him hard on the mouth before coming off the bed and to the bathroom.
After washing off, she returned to find Rick sitting up, looking like sin, with one knee up and still completely naked.
“You’re incredible,” she said before climbing on him again. He pulled her to him, and they molded into their snuggling mesh. She inhaled, smelling his shampoo, their sweat, and the sex soaking the room.
In the quiet, Charlie scanned his room, wanting to learn the little nuances that made up Richard Min. For a simple man, he had an eye for decorating. His gray bed sheets matched the carpet. A massive canvas print of a tortoise half underwater displayed on the wall above his white dresser, where Rick laid out pictures. Each frame showcased his work.
She’d seen a few in the hallway and hadn’t paid too much attention to the ones inside his room; all of their activities together centered on his bed.
One frame was a shot of the late Mr. Min standing between Rick and Alex. They were barely adults then. One showed Alex and Sarah on their wedding day. One was Rick squatting on the ground, a monkey on his shoulder. His handsome face split into a joyous laugh that had Charlie smiling with him.
That was until she saw the last photo. A woman stood next to Rick, back facing and leaning against a railing, but looking at the camera. She was pretty. Blond hair, blue eyes. Good smile. Like a discounted Charlize Theron. Although she and Rick weren’t exactly touching, he was standing too close for Charlie’s comfort. And the smile on his face didn’t exactly say he was having a terrible time.
A surge of jealousy rushed through Charlie. Who was this woman? Why was she important enough for Rick to put their picture in the group with his family?
“Rick,” she mouthed, sounding casual.
“Hmm?” He looked blissfully at peace, eyes shut with a corner of his lip tilted. Enjoying himself, was he?
“Who is that woman in the picture over there?” She pointed.
He immediately grew alert, looked at the frame, and then chuckled. “Sloane. She’s a journalist I met during a project in Peru following a historian on her documentary.”
She didn’t get anything other than the ‘together’ part. “Are you two close?” Present tense.
“We… talk.”
Charlie narrowed her eyes at him.
“But not anymore,” he added. “She lives in England. I never see her.”
That didn’t help ease her irritation. “So if she lived here, then you’d still be talking?”
“Well… maybe?” He looked uncomfortable, clearly not catching on to his own fumble. “But she doesn’t. Come on, Charlie. There are no issues here. I haven’t spoken to her in so long. She’s just a friend.”
“And yet she gets a spot on the dresser next to your family and was obviously important enough for you to have the picture developed and framed,” Charlie accused.
“I thought it was a nice picture of myself,” he said defensively. “Look, it’s simple.” Rick got out of the bed, and she couldn’t resistwatching his bare ass and muscular thighs move as he walked across. He took the frame ofMiss Sloaneand shoved it inside the closest drawer. “There, does that work?”
Charlie stood on her knees against the bed, arms crossed under her breasts, drawing Rick’s gaze to them. At her look of dissatisfaction, he sighed.
“You’re here,with me.That’s more important than having your photo on this dresser.” He came over to her. “But if it means so much to you, I’ll take your picture so we can put it here. How does that sound?”
Still not fully appeased, she arched her back provocatively. “What kind of picture?”
“Whatever you want.”
She grabbed his hand and pulled him back to her, and he happily got into position on top of her.
“Have you ever tried… boudoir photography?” She bit her lip sensually.
