It’s like being in a movie. The bad boy is trying to work his way into the female protagonist’s heart.
And you’rerooting for him.
You’re cheering him on because you know he’s perfect for her and will protect her through every life challenge along the way.
He’s devoted because he was just waiting for the right one to show up and make him change.
“If…” Bronte starts, running his mouth up closer to my ear. “You stay with me, Daydream, and we celebrate our first anniversary. I’m bringing you back here, in this very room, and I’m fucking you against one of these walls. I want this to be a part of our history.” He clasps his lips around the lobe of my ear and whispers, “I want you forever.”
He thrusts his fingers deeper, holding them there while he still pumps, and I’m teetering on my orgasm.
I want you forever.
I wish I had found you and not him.
Bronte tightens his hold around my mouth, knowing something I don’t, apparently, when he adds a third finger and I bow over from how full and stuffed I feel.
He pumps some more, making me move and ride his fingers with each nudge.
And he gets his wish.
Me, shattering and bursting with colors in my vision, and a muffled moan caught within his palm.
Bronte doesn’t let up as I come around his digits. He continues stuffing me as full as he can when my body gives up and begins to tremble from the massive explosion of pleasure my body just gave off.
I continue to plead for relief and more against his skin, but it falls on deaf ears.
Or maybe ones he can’t understand.
Regardless, I’m fully aware he never would’ve stopped if he had. Bronte gives me things I never realized I needed or wanted.
Dirty sex.
Crazy fingering in historical places that people only dream of standing in.
And a husband who’s asking for a chance to be everything someone else was supposed to be.
The wrong man.
The wrong twin.
Bronte kisses my neck one more time, alluding that he’s finally going to give me some relief.
But, honestly—right now—I don’t want any.
I just want to stay here, in this library, with food, and away from the reality that awaits when Bobby tries to make his case.
Too bad I’m in the judging mood and plan on convicting him to life without me in it.
Chapter 20
Meirna
And the surprises keep on coming.
I’d never admit this to Bronte, but today was more than I could ever have imagined in my head. Bronte took me around Prague, letting me wander into random nooks and alleyways that led to another place I had to record and photograph. We walked through beautiful courtyards, walked through a cemetery blanketed in snow, and ate roasted almonds, mulled wine, and Trdelník, which is a sweet pastry of rolled dough wrapped in a stick and coated with sugar and nuts.
We had dinner at a pub with lively tourists and locals, and then came back to the suite.
