He matched the rhythm of his tongue with his hips. Our first time together was as groundbreaking as I hoped it’d be. This would be how he completely ruined me for anyone ever again.
I was nearing another peak, ready to explode, but a faint thought in the back of my head rose. What if this was real? What if he was really into me and not just an opportunist?
What if?—
I veered toward the ecstasy stacked in every facet of my body. No. This was now. I would not allow myself to consider a future with this man. He’d told me what he was after, and it was not a wife and kids.
I would be left with the memories of tons of orgasms, not a broken heart.
Gideon
I could barely hang on until her walls clamped around me, convulsing. She ripped her mouth away from mine. “Gideon! Yes!”
I held her tight. My hands imprinted on her hips as I gripped her through my peak. I had to squeeze my eyes shut at the pleasure detonating inside me.
“Fuck.” My vocabulary had shrunk to one word. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chanted from between clenched teeth.
My orgasm wouldn’t quit. I shook and hung on to her. She was my lifeline, the only way I’d remain upright instead of taking both of us down. I would not interrupt the best sex of my life by dumping myself and my partner on the floor.
Her cries had quieted by the time I started coming down from my climax. She buried her face in my chest, her sides heaving. I was breathing like I’d sprinted around the block a few times.
What the hell was that?
I’d fucked her against the counter. I liked sex, and I hadn’t thought it’d be bad with Autumn, but I’d had no idea it’d scramble my brains like a carton of eggs. Orgasms weren’t that powerful.
I pried my hands off her soft skin. She still had her shirt on. My shorts were around my ankles, and I just wanted to carry her to bed and hold her until my world steadied back into orbit.
She fisted her hands in my shirt and inhaled. “Wow.”
I didn’t have the energy to chuckle. I wanted her naked and in bed. I had the energy for that. “Yeah.”
I lifted her from the counter. She curled around me like we did this all the time.
What if you could?
No. This life wasn’t for me. I was coming to terms with that. Just like I was facing the reckoning of my past.
I stepped out of my shorts and walked bare-assed to her bedroom. Thankfully, all the blinds were closed. The whole neighborhood would’ve seen what was my private show. All mine.
She nibbled along my collarbone. My erection decided it didn’t need to wane. I was hard again and ready to go. Maybe because it’d been so long, but I didn’t think so.
Something about Autumn called to me on a level I’d never experienced before. If I was smart, I’d pack my shit and get on the first plane to Las Vegas. I’d reconcile myself with the sale of the land and go about my business. I had a fantastic fucking job and an extravagant place to live. My savings and investments made me a rich man. The place I’d tried to forget for a couple of decades didn’t matter. But I didn’t put a stop to this. Maybe some part of me was as weak as my father, giving in to earthly temptations.
I spotted the open pack of condoms and was grateful I’d bought the biggest damn box the store had.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Gideon
While it was clear my wife liked her job at Copper Summit, I wished she’d quit now so we could go home and I could get between her legs again.
I was a man obsessed. She’d barely been able to pry herself away from me to go to work yesterday. Now, it was Saturday night. I was semi caught up on work—after sating myself in my wife—and was actually enjoying the evening. Autumn laughed and joked with her customers. A few of them talked to me. Since the only open part of Copper Summit was the bar, and the entire site was a distillery, I was safe from being around Dad.
He’d called yesterday, asking if I wanted to help with bullshit projects. Regardless, I almost said yes, but legitimately, I’d had meetings and reports to get to my assistant to type up for next week’s meetings. I’d also needed space from him.
Autumn was more than a nice distraction. She wasmy focus. I was unsure about Dad, I didn’t know what he’d do, and I wasn’t clear on how I felt about home, him, and everything else.
“Voilà.” Autumn slid a clear glass mug in front of me.
