Fallon:Oh my God, you’re so cheesy.
Sawyer:Yeah, but you still love me.
Fallon:I do.
* * *
“Morning,”JP says as he leans against the kitchen counter, holding a mug of coffee, looking so freaking fine in his navy-blue three-piece suit.
“Good morning,” I say. I feel my cheeks heat up, because, oh my God, I’ve never in my life had as much sex as I did last night.
Six times.
Six freaking times.
It was as if he opened a dam to my libido. Anytime he even pulled away, I nuzzled back into him, wanting more.
His hands.
His mouth.
His cock.
I needed it all, and every time he was deep inside me, with nothing between us, I still didn’t feel like we were close enough until we were both coming together. I’ve never felt anything like it, this blinding need to be attached to another human.
If I’m honest, that need has been building all week. With every time we hung out, every meal we shared, every hug before we went off to bed, I tried to tell myself we were just friends, that there was nothing more, but my heart knew better. The moment I saw the devastation on his face before the date with Derek, I nearly split in two.
I left his room with one thing on my mind—letting Derek go so I could spend the rest of the night in JP’s arms. I know it wasn’t fair to Derek, and I plan on messaging him later, but I couldn’t leave JP. I couldn’t bear the look in his eyes, the pleading for me to stay. It gutted me. And in the blink of an eye, it was as if everything fell into place.
The conversations.
The dates.
The text messages.
This was the man I was supposed to be with.
Not Derek.
Not Edwin.
Not some random guy I might meet on a dating app.
JP has been the man all along, and I’ve just been too blind to see it—until yesterday.
“Are you going to give me a kiss?” he asks, before taking a sip of his coffee.
Smiling shyly, I walk up to him, place my hand on his chest, and then stand on my toes and press a kiss to his lips. His hand around my waist holds me in place. Our mouths collide in a sweet connection, not carnal at all, but it’s nice. It’s the sweet and dreamy kiss that sends chills up your spine while your stomach flutters with excitement.
“You smell nice.”
“Yeah?” He smirks. “Not sure I’ll ever get used to you tossing me a compliment. You’ve despised me for so long.”
“I didn’t despise you. You were just... irritating.”
“Looks like I did a good job irritating you into my arms.” He wiggles his brows.
“Or you did a good job showing me who you really are, and I couldn’t resist that.”
