Page 76 of Impossible Love

She’s the most splendid creature I’ve ever seen. The most perfect thing I’ve ever known. And though it’s only been a week or so since she showed up in Sweetbriar, it feels like she’s always been here. Like she belongs here.

With me.

I reach for the blanket. “I don’t want you to get cold—”

She cups the side of my face in a soft and warm palm, then caresses my unshaven jawline. It’s such a tender touch, and her smile is so gentle, that I have to be careful what I say.

I don’t want to blurt out something I can’t take back. And I’m this close. So I ask, “How about you, Victoria? Have you ever been in love?”

She tips her head. The silky auburn strands slide across her shoulder to her toned upper arm. She gives a little shrug. “Sure. At least once every six months.”

I try to hide the confusion on my face but fail miserably. She laughs.

“Ah, but see, my point is I thought it was love. Every damn time. And it broke my heart when I realized it wasn’t.”

I nod, understanding. “And? What made you realize it wasn’t love?”

She brushes her fingertips down the bridge of my nose and then across my bottom lip. She leans in, her hair falling like a curtain around us. The kiss she lays on me is tender. Her mouth is warm on mine, moving gently, slowly, like I’m something to be treasured.

I’m a grown-ass man, and it’s dawning on me that I’ve never, ever, been gifted a kiss as sweet and honest as this one.

I think she’s answering my question, just not with words. I think she’s telling me that what’s going on with us is different for her too, and the idea of that makes me stupidly happy.

Or maybe just stupid.

I saw no red flags in Evander’s preliminary report on Victoria. Everything she’s told me about her world is true. But this isn’t just someone I want to go into business with. This is a woman I’m falling in love with. A woman I imagine sharing life with.

How can I be sure that all is exactly as it seems? That I can trust her completely?

Victoria slides both palms down my chest and takes her lips from mine. She gazes at me. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she was suddenly shy.

“Can I have more of you, Cal?”

Ah, fuck.

All I can do is swallow hard and nod. She climbs up on me, straddling my outstretched legs and sliding her hands into my hair. I’m already hard. Or still hard. I’ve lost track. And she slowly guides my dick into her and moves on me. It’s a steady rhythm, slow, deep, and fucking sexy as hell.

She lets her head fall back. I see her thick eyelashes rest on her cheeks. The most delicious little moans escape her open lips. Her dark pink nipples are hard little pebbles. I pull the blanket up her back and hold her close.

“You feel so fucking good on my dick, Victoria. You’re so fucking beautiful riding me, baby.”

She’s lost in her own world of pleasure. Her moans intensify as her slow grinding gets a little more greedy. I’m going to cum if she keeps this up. I don’t even know how I’ve got any left in me at this point, but I’m going to cum in her if she doesn’t change it up.

“I… I’ve never felt something like this.” Her words are soft but desperate. I think her eyelashes are wet. “I’ve never felt anything as intense as it is with you, Cal.”

I clasp at her and pull her into my body. Her hot skin sears against mine and our lips collide. Her pussy closes in on me like a vise, and I feel her shudder.

My brain empties and my heart fills as I come into her.

A few moments later, I feel her laughing against me, and I struggle to regain focus.

“What’s so—?”

Oh. I see the problem immediately. We’re being stared at by two nosy and inappropriately curious Golden Retrievers. Ripley is licking Victoria’s forearm.

“Sorry,” I say.

She pushes up and smiles at me. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to do it in front of an audience.”

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