“Fuck,” I roar, banging into her so hard the bed rocks back and forth on the hardwood floor.
I ride my orgasm, the climax so powerful my toes cramp and my hair is drenched with sweat. The come-down is slow, and before I know it, I feel Willow’s nails scratching through my hair.
“Babe.” I can hear her whisper to me, but fuck, I’m wrecked.
“Mm-hm,” I grumble, my face smashed between her tits. This is heaven. I’m sure of it. I’m dead, and this is the eternal happiness I’ve somehow earned. I’m never, ever moving.
“Benny, you have to get to the restaurant, babe.” She scratches my scalp in long, relaxing strokes. If she thinks that’s going to get my heavy-ass legs moving, she’s so wrong.
“Five minutes,” I mumble, drooling on her, but my cock is still inside her. I’m warm with her underneath me. God, this feels like bliss. All I could ever want. More than I’ve ever had before.
As I’m lying there, her nails bringing my head a new level of happy, I can’t stop the words. They echo in my thoughts, coming from a place deep in my chest.
I love this. I love you.
I love you.
The thought has my eyes flying open. Did I say it out loud?
I look up at her, her flushed face pink and smiling. “Hey there, gorgeous.”
She doesn’t look spooked, so I take a long, slow breath.
“You are amazing,” she says, tapping a finger on the tip of my nose. “And you’re going to be late.”
“Worth it,” I say, reluctantly pulling my semihard cock from inside her and rolling over. “Fuck, I hate leaving you.”
“I hate that you have to go,” she says, a satisfied smile on her face.
“Stay here as long as you want,” I tell her. “In fact, please promise me you’ll be here when I get home.”
She grins. “I have to go home and shower. I have work emails I have to…”
I hold up a hand. “I’m going to leave a spare key on the counter. Just promise me you’ll be back here in my bed waiting for me when I get home from work.”
I lean down to kiss her smiling face. She is perfect. Sweet, sexy, smart. Mine. “I’ll be here,” she promises.
Then I take the world’s fastest shower and run off to what is now the second love of my life—my business.
I arrivein record time to find the place unusually busy. Rita offers me a quick wave as she seats a handful of late lunch diners, and when I check in with Jas at the bar, she gives me a weird look.
“You look happy,” she says. “What’s the big smile about?”
There is warmth in her words, and I smile even bigger.
“Nothing,” I tell her, although that’s a fucking lie.
I’m in love.
I’m happy.
The world has never seemed brighter. Now, if I could just block out all the shit that causes me stress.
Well, that ain’t happening, as I can already tell from the look on Jas’s face. She leans forward on the bar and motions me to come close with a hand.
“Well, you might want to hold on to that smile,” she says. “Mags is waiting for you in your office.”
The warmth and satisfaction of my morning with Willow fade away like someone splashed me in the face with a bucket of stinky mop water.
