My smile widens. “I have been cruel to you.”
“A real brat,” he agrees, and starts kissing down my hip. “It was exactly what I deserved.”
We were meant to be gettingoutof bed.
Instead I watch him watching me, eyes glued between my legs like I hold all the secrets to the universe. He eats me out slowly, methodically, lazily. Like it’s not ten a.m. and we haven’t both ignored calls from journalists, and assistants, and colleagues.
Like this is his priority for the day.
I lock my hand in his dark hair and tell him through clenched teeth that I’ve wanted him for too long, too.
He looks up at me with triumphant eyes. “When?”
“Oh God, early. Do you remember the massage?”
“Do I remember the massage,” he mutters, and kisses my inner thigh. “Yes.I do.”
“Why did you leave, then?”
“Because my cock was rock hard and it was inappropriate. I went to shower and jerk off,” he says, and then bends to close his lips around my clit.
With the simple admission and the newfound suction, ittakes me less than a minute to come. He licks me through all of it.
Afterward, I lie in his arms. “Really? You really jerked off to me?”
“I’ve come to you often these weeks.” There’s amusement in his voice. “You were the one to tell me to do it.”
“I was? Oh.” I turn my face against his chest, a blush rising up on my cheeks. “The toy and panties.”
“And your perfume,” he says. “I know it was a fuck-you, essentially. But you’re not getting those panties back.”
A blush spreads across my cheeks, and I can’t help but smile in delight. “And the toy?”
He lifts an eyebrow. “Do you think I did? No. I did fist myself with those panties, but the toy… I wanted to be inside you or nothing. Even when I told myself it wasn’t going to happen.”
I shake my head slowly. “Wow. You’re so… I… wow.”
“I still love making you speechless,” he says with a wide grin that highlights the wound in his lip. It looks better than last night, but he hasn’t exactly been careful with it. He insists he doesn’t want to be.
“What do we do now?” I ask him.
He reaches out and wraps a lock of my hair around his finger. “We live our life.”
“With everyone thinking we’re not in love, and meanwhile…”
“They’ll figure it out eventually,” he says. “Things changed.”
I dig my teeth into my lower lip. I feel light and floaty, emotions like helium balloons inside me. I could fly.
“They did,” I say. My hand is pressed flat against his chest, and I can feel the steady beating of his heart. “But don’t we at least have some work to do? The entire world is probably writing about us now, even if my uncle won’t continue with the lawsuit.”
“Yes. And I don’t care.”
“Your designers, your brand.” My eyes widen. “Sylvie! She knows we’ve been lying to her and Leelyn for weeks!”
“About that,” Rafe says, and he’s grinning. “She already knew.”
“What?”
