Page 155 of To All the Guys I Killed Before

I obey, sucking on my fingers, then dragging them over my breasts, shuddering when the cool air hits my damp skin. At the same time, Hugo works his long fingers inside me, the sound obscenely wet as he plunges them in and out. When he fastens his mouth over my clit and sucks in one long, continuous pull, my back arches off the bed and I flatten my palms over my breasts with a cry. My orgasm doesn’t so much build as erupt and sweep me along with it, my pussy clenching and throbbing on Hugo’s fingers.

My legs are still trembling from the aftershocks when I let my head fall to the side, my eyes struggling to focus on my phone.

“Four minutes and fifty-five seconds,” I tell him in a ragged voice. “You’re too good at that.”

He takes his time licking his lips. “Do you think I didn’t factor that in?” Then he grabs my hips, hauls me against his face, and tongue-fucks me while rhythmically pinching my clit, driving my already sensitive nerves into a spiral that has me screaming my gratitude, moaning my love, and promising my forever as the second orgasm claims me, deeper and longer than the first one.

I’ve just started to come down to earth when my alarm chimes and Hugo flops next to me on the bed, pulls me across his chest, and kisses me stupid.

“Seven and a half minutes,” he whispers against my lips.

“No fair.” I’d pout if he’d left me with enough stamina to do anything more than convert oxygen into carbon dioxide. “I can’t return the favor. I’ve only heard you come on your own once, that last night through the wall. What’s your trick?”

“Trick?” His fingers trace lazy circles on my stomach, although his cock is pointed straight at the ceiling, begging for attention.

“Like you just did now,” I say. “Slow, wave, thrust, fast. You know my cheat code. What’s yours?”

He shakes his head. “No tricks, no cheat codes. Just you.” He kisses me again, slow and sweet. “You smiling at me in the driveway. You standing close enough at one of my crime scenes that I can smell your hair. You in my bed.” He shrugs. “That’s all it takes. That’s the cheat code.”

I have to bury my face in his chest before I can speak.

“I love you,” I say against his neck. I slide down his chest, stopping to kiss the spot over his heart, and say it again. “I love you, Hugo.” Then I wrap my lips around his cock and don’t speak at all for another seven and a half minutes.

Later that night, after a quick doze, some rehydration, and a long, languid fuck, we let Cosmo back into the room and start getting ready for bed—always a challenge as I try not to get distracted by my man’s preference for sleeping bare-chested and he tries not to make it too obvious that he’s ogling my boobs under my sleep shirt.

“Do you have an eye mask?” I ask him once we’re settled side by side under the covers. When his face lights up, I pat his thigh. “Down, boy. Not for that. I’d like a little help blocking out the light so I can sleep.”

“Damn,” he says with a grin. “There should be one in the nightstand, and I’ll add blackout curtains to the shopping list.”

“You spoil me.” I rummage through the drawers and emerge with a black satin eye mask. But before I slide the door shut, I spot a sealed envelope with my name on it. Hugo freezes when he sees what I’ve found.

“That… ah…”

I raise my brows and wait.

“I was going to give that to you the day you moved out, but I decided…”

He looks away.

“You decided what?”

His voice is directed at the wall that used to separate me from him. “I decided to let you go without forcing you to tell me to go to hell one more time. I’d done enough to you by then.”

I study the thick envelope with a frown. “So this is another explanation for the cameras?”

“No.” He shakes his head, but at least he’s looking at me again. “It’s taking responsibility for all the things I did. My confession, I guess.”

“Ironic,” I say, “given what we’re doing tomorrow.”

“I suppose.” He shifts, the muscles of his chest shifting under his skin. “I took from you without your permission. So that’s a complete list of me. Not Dr. Mohr or Gomez or your neighbor at the mailbox. Just… me.” His big hands bunch the comforter, then release it. Bunch and release. “I wanted you to have it, but I didn’t want to burden you with it.”

“Hugo.” I rest my fingers on top of his. “I want it. I want all of you.”

“You have all of me.” He lifts our joined hands to brush a kiss over my knuckles. “This just puts it in writing for you.”

We both stare at the crisp white envelope for several seconds, and even though I’m burning with curiosity, I set it down on top of the nightstand.

“Not tonight.” When he opens his mouth to object, I kiss his knuckles right back. “When I read all of you, I want to give it all of me, and I can’t do that with him in my head.”