“I should probably let you up, huh?”
I’m holding most of my weight on my arms, but I’m aware that I’m still crushing her to the mattress.
“Or we could just stay here for the rest of the day,” she suggests.
“As incredible as that sounds, we actually have plans,” I confess before I reluctantly pull out of her and roll her from beneath me.
Wrapping my arm around her waist, I tug her into my body, refusing to let her go quite yet.
“We do?” she asks, a cute little frown between her brows.
“Yep.”
“What are we doing?”
“It’s a surprise.”
She groans, but the smile on her face tells me that she’s not mad about me keeping secrets.
“We’re leaving the apartment, aren’t we?” she asks nervously.
“We are.”
She blows out a slow breath. “I guess I can’t stay hidden here forever.”
“It’s going to be okay,” I tell her, brushing her sweat-damp hair from her cheek.
“I know. I trust you.”
My heart swells.
“I don’t deserve you.”
She shakes her head, refusing my words. “You deserve the world, Cole,” she says before leaning closer and brushing her lips against mine.
I groan as I pin her closer, my cock already swelling.
“We don’t have time for you to distract me with this body,” I warn.
“That’s a shame,” she moans, rocking herself against me.
“Can’t get enough,” I say, rolling her onto her back and deepening the kiss.
“Oh no,” she says, successfully slipping from beneath me and rolling off the bed. “We have plans.”
I sit up and watch as she undoes the button of her skirt that was up around her waist. It plummets to the floor, leaving her standing there gloriously naked before me.
“And yet, you’re doing that,” I say, my eyes feasting on her incredible curves as I pull the condom from my dick, more than ready to replace it with another and go again.
“Well, I’m going to need to shower if we’re going out. The last thing I need is photos surfacing of me looking like I’ve been fucked six ways from Sunday by Cole Hansley.”
I smirk when she says the word “fucked.” It’s so weird hearing her say it when she’s not about to come. “I don’t see anything wrong with that. I need the world to know that I’m taking proper care of my girl.”
“You’re a nightmare.” She laughs as she turns and walks toward my bathroom. “Are you coming or what?” she shoots over her shoulder.
“Fuck,” I bark, jumping to my feet as I grab another condom from the nightstand. “I’m coming. You are again, too. Maybe twice, if you’re lucky.”
“How long have we got?” she asks as I join her.
