“Just don’t wait until you’re as old as I am to realize you’ve wasted years running from the thing that makes you the happiest.”
I glanced over at Race, taking his words in and knowing he was right.
No matter what, I was nothing alone.
The one thing in the world that made me feel complete stood across the table, laughing with my family.
I wouldn’t let her get away.
Being apart for three weeks made me realize that I didn’t want to be alone anymore.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Hard Choices
Race
Awarmthbetween my legs woke me from my slumber. My eyes fluttered open and a moan escaped my lips as his tongue circled my clit.
I closed my eyes, pushing my body down against his face.
This was better than any cup of coffee I’d ever had, the way I wished I could wake up every morning.
He gripped my thighs, holding my legs open as he licked me. Clutching the sheets in my hands, I arched my back and struggled to catch my breath.
As my toes started to curl, his mouth left me.
“Don’t stop,” I pleaded, lifting my head from the pillow.
“I have to be inside you,” he murmured as he crawled up my body.
Before I started to whine, he rubbed the head of his cock through my wetness and plunged inside.
“Yes!” I cried out, the feel of his mouth on me quickly forgotten.
He placed his arm behind my back, drawing me closer to him. When his hand slid under my ass, tilting my hips, his dick went deeper.
“Oh,” I breathed, loving the feel of him inside me. I wrapped my legs around his back, drawing him to me as he thrust inside me over and over again.
Our skin grew damp, both of our bodies shaking as we came together. For the first time in my life, I actually had an orgasm at the same time as the man I was with. It was like the clouds parted, the heavens shone, and the angels sang.
“Damn,” he murmured against my lips, his breath skidding across my face.
“Mmm,” I replied, unable to say anything else.
“Now that’s the way to start a week,” he whispered, rolling to his side.
“Ugh. Don’t remind me.”
“Still don’t want to go to work?” he asked, pulling me to his side with the arm that was lodged under my back.
“No, but I have to,” I whispered, nestling my cheek against his chest.
“Want me to drop by and see you today?” he asked, his lips brushing against my forehead.
“No. I’ll be okay,” I lied. I didn’t know if I could handle going back.
Everyone in the office knew what had happened with Natasha. There was no way to hide it, and I knew that it would be on everyone’s mind today as they looked at me. I wondered if they’d ever forget.
