Ecstasy rolled over me in wave after wave, like the most blissful electrocution imaginable. I clenched down on him, and at some point, I ended up holding his hand instead of working on myself. The tips of my fingers grazed the slick flesh of his cock, but we held still, our breaths sawing in and out of us.
His gaze traveled from where we were connected, up to my face, and back down. “Well,” he said quietly, “that should get me through a few shower sessions.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Van
* * *
It shouldn’t be this easy to get divorced.
“I’ve seen a lot of divorces,” Mr. Sewell said, his hands folded on his desk. His office wasn’t what I’d expect for a lawyer. The old house he worked out of creaked more than his chair. The inside could be as nice as the Perez house, and at one time it probably was, but the wood varnish had long worn off, and the walls were a shade of yellow that time could only paint. “But this is one of the easiest, and you two don’t hate each other.”
“Thanks?” Clover said nervously.
I let out a small chuckle and caught her eyes. Last night had been amazing. This morning, we couldn’t sleep, so I pulled her into the shower. One last time. Our last time.
“I’m glad you could stop in today.” He grinned, flashing pristine white teeth. His hair had been freshly trimmed, and he was wearing a polo and khakis. “I’ve gotta get to Bismarck to catch a flight.”
His December in Turks and Caicos would be more pleasurable than mine in my new rental.
Why did I turn down Christmas with the Dukes? It’d probably be warm and inviting and relaxing. Good food and better people.
I had to. The more I clung to Clover, the more she’d have to drag me around. She’d been held back long enough.
He rose and shook our hands before shuffling us out of the office. We stood on the front stoop as the door clicked shut behind us.
“Well,” she said, tucking her face into the collar of her coat, “that was fast.”
I should protect my face from the bite of the wind, but the pain was welcome right now. “And easy.”
Her faint giggle carried across the yard. “Aunt Linda texted and said you could just leave your set of keys in the house. She’ll get in through the garage.”
“I’ll put them by yours.”
Her set of keys was on the island. The movers were coming, and then I would do a quick cleaning. Until then, I was helping Clover unload her things into her apartment. Her siblings had pitched together a spare bed, a dresser, and a scattering of furniture. Jasper has supplied the most, insisting he would have to store it if he moved in with me.
“Okay.” Her smile was tight. “Thank you for closing out the house.”
“Thank you for marrying me.”
Her soft laugh echoed the sad sting in my chest.
This was it. We’d just drive away from each other and resume living separate lives. That had been so much easier before I knew what being married to her would be like.
Yet I wasn’t ready to completely part ways. I hadn’t been married before, and the whole divorce-papers thing messed with my mind. “Ready for some breakfast?”
The bathroom quickie had pushed us closer to our appointment than I had meant it to, but she’d insisted that she wasn’t that hungry.
She pressed her hands to her stomach over her blue-and-white jacket. The material crinkled. “I could definitely eat something heartier than a banana.”
“I’ve got some time. Wanna go to the diner?”
Her smile came out like the sun peeking through the clouds overhead. “I haven’t eaten there since I’ve been back. Let’s go.”
I hated driving different cars, but it only took a few minutes until we were both parked outside the small diner downtown. Several spots were open. The morning rush was gone, but a few older people having their morning coffee could be seen through the windows.
Clover got out, and I scrambled to meet her by the front. I held the door open for her.
