I suck in another breath. My whole body is tight, my climax hammering to break free. “See you at one.”
I slap the phone just as a “Yes! Durban!” rips from my throat. Pleasure rams into me and my legs go weak. I shudder through my orgasm.
“Fuck, Belle. So fucking good.” He releases inside me, filling me with heat. He rests his head on my shoulder, his hips kicking with small spasms. “So fucking good.”
When logic returns, I check my phone. Good. I hung up correctly.
What would I have done if Stanford had overheard? It’s none of his concern and he wouldn’t know who I was with—except I screamedDurbanwhile I came.
Okay. Our secret deal is still intact. My ex might be suspicious, but my sex life won’t be the talk of the wedding, which probably would make them think I’m terrible at my job for some messed-up reason.
Durban lays another kiss on my nape. “Is he always that fucking rude to you?”
“Lately, yes. He’s getting worse.”
Durban pulls out of me. Before he tucks himself away, he squats and lifts my pants back into place. “He knows you were fucking someone.”
I adjust the waistband. “I don’t think so. I didn’t sound normal, but?—”
He zips himself up. “A man’s going to remember what you sound like when you’re about to come.” He spins me around to give me a lingering kiss. “I’m never going to forget.”
He doesn’t have to. I could remind him for the rest of our lives.
Where did that come from?
My very real desire for this to be more. I push my hair back. I’m getting way ahead of myself. Wedding first. Then, maybe... No impulsive moves. I’m sticking to the plan. “You made muffins.”
“I’m going to make some eggs and bacon to go with them.” He checks the clock. I have a couple of hours before I should be back at the lodge to get ready for lessons. “Training is going to be stressful after that call.”
I frown. “Yeah. I guess Stanford’s not getting laid enough to reduce his stress.”
“It’s the quality, not the frequency.”
I run my hand down his hard chest. “Good thing you’ve got both covered.”
“You’re going to be wound up after the lessons.”
I bite the inside of my cheek, hope surging. Is he asking what I think he is? “Yes. And after the cake tasting.”
“I don’t want to fall down on my end of the bargain.”
This time, the sting of being reminded of the bargain isn’t there. Is he using it as an excuse to spend more time with me? “You’ll be in this big house, all alone.”
“Seems I should have some company tonight. And you should work off some stress.”
A grin breaks free. “I’ll bring a change of clothes this time.”
“You can keep skipping the underwear.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Durban
I drum my fingers along the bar top. The last of the tours for the day are done. I’ve cleaned up everything. Haven’s coming to work the bar for the evening. I can go home and get something ready for dinner. Dee’s Sweets is closed, but Campbell’s enduring the after-hours cake tasting with Stanford and January. Campbell said it makes the couple feel special, but also protects Elodie from any public rudeness from the future Mr. and Mrs. Baldwin.
I’m antsy. I want to go home and watch Campbell walk into my house like she did last night. We made chicken alfredo together and she told me how the training went. Hailstorm can get stubborn with Stanford, but at least Stanford didn’t drop January. The swoop-and-grab is still clunky and Campbell worries for their safety, but Stanford refuses to drop it.
Lane enters instead of Haven. He’s wearing blackslacks and a half-buttoned white shirt. If he wore a tie while he was at the headquarters in Denver, it’s long gone.
