“Let go,” he whispers against my mouth. “I’m right here with you.”
The orgasm washes over me, and we fall apart together. I kiss against his neck, nibbling on his ear as he pumps into me. When it’s over, I don’t pull away.
We kiss as I inhale his skin, the smell of us mixed together. His arms hold me tight, and I feel as if I’m dreaming.
“Stay for breakfast,” I say.
“I shouldn’t. I have a team meeting at eight and should probably go home and change clothes before heading to the facility.”
“How long do you think it takes to make eggs and coffee?”
He lifts his head to look at me. “You actually cook?”
“Yes,” I tell him. “Ten minutes, max.”
“Okay. You’ve convinced me.”
He kisses my nose, and I roll off of him. Once we’ve cleaned ourselves up, he pulls me against his side.
“I want ten more minutes of this first.”
“Clingy,” I tell him.
“Shut up and take my snuggles.” He’s smiling.
I trace theRUINEDtattoo on his chest while he plays with my hair. It’s nothing like I expected from Patterson Cross.
“Wednesday,” he says suddenly.
“What about it?”
“Come to my place. I want to cook for you.”
I lift my head. “Really?”
“Yeah.”
I laugh and settle back against him. “Okay, deal.”
My phone dings on the nightstand, and I grab it, my stomach dropping when I see the name.
Addison
Breakfast today? Need to debrief the awards ceremony. After reading the articles written in Page Six, I have QUESTIONS!
I stare at the message she sent an hour ago, not knowing what she’s talking about. I sit up in bed and immediately go online and search my name.
Jameson Cross and Kendall Hart … a Second Chance.
Patterson Cross Officially Dating Fashion Executive.
My stomach drops as I scroll through the photos. There’s Jameson and me walking into the Plaza, his hand on my back, both of us smiling. The angle makes it look intimate, romantic even. It looks like we’re absolutely back together.
Then there’s Patterson and Mila, her red dress catching the light, his arm wrapped around her waist while she adjusts his tie. The headline calls them “Hockey’s Hottest New Power Couple” and speculates about how long they’ve actually been seeing one another. Some say years.
“What is it?” Patterson sits up behind me, his chin resting on my shoulder to look at my screen. I feel him tense when he sees the photos.
“Page Sixhad a field day with the awards ceremony,” I say.
