She couldn’t deny him that, so she gazed into his blue eyes, turned almost black by passion, and groaned when the first orgasm hit her like an eighteen-wheeler. She gasped and gritted her teeth, but didn’t let go of his stare. Spearing her fingers through his hair, she increased her speed, moving up and down his lap, his cock stabbing her womb with eachpass.
Tristan grunted and scratched her back, when he reached his climax. Unloading his cock deep inside her, he fused their lips in a passionate kiss as she crossed her ankles on the mattress behind him and reached her second wave ofbliss.
Throughout the night, they rediscovered each other’s bodies and what made them tick and curl their toes. Although Izzie was aware they had a long way to go before Tristan would trust her again, she was optimistic he would eventually forget pastmistakes.
The following morning, as they sat down in the hotel main restaurant for breakfast, their future looked promising. “I’m glad you stayed lastnight.”
“I’m glad you twisted my arm tostay.”
She punched Tristan’s upper arm and he flinched as if she had hurt him. “Don’t be a wuss. I cannot possibly hurt you with a fake slap likethat.”
“You hurt my feelings,” he replied in mock indignation. He laughed out loud and she joinedhim.
Covering his hand with hers, she sobered up. “Seriously, Big T. Thanks for letting me in, for giving us a second chance. We’ll make it work this time. Ipromise.”
He squeezed her hand and smiled. “Dig into your omelet, young lady. You’ll need energy to keep up with metoday.”
She let the naughty come out to play. “Oh, really? I remember I wasn’t the one begging for mercy lastnight.”
“You think I’m made of rubber or something? I don’t run on batteries,” he countered, and the double meaning wasn’t lost on her. “I just needed a second to recoup, that wasall.”
“Yeah, let’s go withthat.”
Izzie didn’t have time to continue tormenting him on the subject because a fan came up to theirtable.
“I’m sorry to inconvenience you, but would you mind if we took apicture?”
“Not atall.”
Tristan stretched out his hand for the young guy’s phone. “I’ll take it foryou.”
“Oh, I kind of hoped you’d be in it as well Mr. Knight, if that’s okay withyou.”
“Sure.” Tristan shrugged and signaled for a waiter to approach. “Would you mind taking apicture?”
“Absolutely, sir.” The man accepted the phone, snapped the picture and returned it to thefan.
“Thanks! My friends will go berserk when they see this,” the guy muttered to himself as he turned towards the restaurantexit.
Still smiling, Izzie turned to Tristan and kissed his lips. “The next couple of days will be crazy busy with the final tests and preparing toleave.”
“I sat in a meeting with Noah and Nelson and we discussed the restaurant since I’ll be gone for at least three months, but my biggest concern is mymom.”
“She’s happy we’re doing this.” Izzie tried to make light of it, so he wouldn’t feel bad, but she knew why heworried.
“That’s not it. It’s herhealth.”
“She’s going to be fine. You’ll be backsoon.”
“What if I don’t want to comeback?”
Izzie’s heart thudded against her chest like the percussion section of one of those Carnaval groups she had seen on TV. Could she darehope?
Much to her surprise, she replied, “I don’t believe I’m saying this, but let’s cross that bridge when we get to it. First, let’s give our son afuture.”
“I like the sound ofthat.”
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