But Ineedmy career, it’s literally my lifeblood. The thing that fuels my purpose. I bleed in sepia. Think in color and dream in black-and-white stills. Hadley’s featured in so many of those stills, those moments I stole and tucked away as if I’d known this entire time we’re only temporary and I will need these memories down the line one day to get me through.
“Bedtime, hey. We have an early start,” he rumbles.
“Bedtime,” I whisper, glancing down at his brown eyes that are lined with agony.
God, please no.
No, he couldn’t have fallen so damn fast. Could he?
Oh, Hadley.
I dip my head and kiss his mouth. Anything but seeing that look on his face. He meets my fire with his, growing hard underneath me. Without thinking, I send my hands into his hair, tugging his head back. His jaw feathers. At my mercy, his Adam’s apple bobs as his breathing heaves against my chest, my bare nipples rubbing against the fabric between us.
I want nothing more than to devour him.
Thoroughly.
“Bed or chair, baby? Because with those sweet-as-sin tits in my face and your soaked pussy rubbing all over my cock, I need to be inside you now.”
“Chair.” I tug my tank off my body and toss it to the wooden porch floor.
“Thank fuck,” he growls before clamping his lips around my aching nipple.
Rocking back and forth over his hard length, I chase the friction that sends me higher and higher.
He suckles the nipple, his hands gripping down on my hips, as if the connection between us is the only thing keeping him alive, too.
It’s ridiculous how the possibility sends a thrill through me, growing into a burning need.
