Page 19 of My Guarded Valentine

“Mitzi…”

“If it matters, Ihavechanged my mind about doing a hard hitting article on you, by the way,” she whispered.

“Why? ‘Cause we had sex?”

She made a face and rolled her eyes. “No. It’s not that. I got to know you more. It doesn’t hurt anyone if you’re hiding in the mountains ‘cause you feel guilty. I still don’t know everything that happened with the wreck. Somehow, you’ve been able to keep that out of all the news and stuff. You’re living with your own prison.” Mitzi looked up. “By the way, it’s not too late to get therapy. Suvivor’s guilt is real and you don’t have to keep hurting yourself.”

My mouth fell open, and I shook my head. “I’m not hurt.”

She waved around the room. “How are you not hurting yourself? You have friends, but no love. You left your job. Really. Think about it. Would your brother be happy with this?”

A frown threatened to pull at my lips, but I closed my mouth quickly. “I…he’d be glad that I’m not fucking around anymore, but…I don’t think he’d like how I’ve shut everyone out. I’m friends with them, but only a few are close enough to know who I really am.”

She leaned forward and grabbed my hands. “Therapy. And stop doing this.”

My eyes narrowed. “And what about your job?”

“The article isn’t due for two weeks. Maybe I should do a profile on Ms. Dolly. Country advice givin’ auntie to everyone in town as she slings hamburgers all day. Who wouldn’t like that?”

I smiled. “People love stories like that. And I can tell you all the things you can ask. She does a lot for the community.”

“As long as she’s not starting a bachelor’s auction just for you,” Mitzi said, before laughing lightly.

“Do you not like that?”

She giggled as her face darkened with embarrassment. “Not really.”

“Good.” I reached out and held her cheek in my palm. My thumb traced along her plump lips before tugging her lower lip. Mitzi’s breaths came out in pants. I leaned in closer to her and our lips crashed together. Her fingers slid underneath my shirt and I wrapped my arms around her waist. Pulling her onto my lap, Mitzi moaned as she nipped at my bottom lip.

I broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. “What about this? You were just mad at me.”

She rolled her eyes. “I told you I knew since yesterday. I still had sex with you.”

I winked. “You could be a gold digger.”

“I’m gonna punch you. Kiss me. Or something.”

“That’s no way to talk to me,” I hissed.

She sucked in a quick breath, and her eyes lit up in glee. “Are you going to punish me?”

My hand wrapped around her and twisted through her messy hair. Her pelvis rocked against my rapidly rising cock. I licked the edge of her earlobe and she gasped. “Do you need to be punished?”

“I haven’t really been that bad, but I haven’t felt good pain in quite a while,” she said between gasps of pleasure as she rocked her body on top of mine.

“If we have sex again, you’re mine.”

Her breathing picked up even more and her eyes were lit with arousal. I loved seeing the effect I had on her.

Chapter 15

Mitzi

My heart skipped a beat. “Really?” I asked. He released my hair as I started talking and he caressed the side of my face once more. For a moment, I relished his touch, because when he realized what I had originally planned, I was afraid he’d kick me out. He didn’t seem mad at me. He was more hurt and confused. “You’re a billionaire. I’ve been moaning the last few days that I’m a broke loser.”

He tilted his eyes. “I’ve never been tempted to love another person until I met you.”

“Even if I tried…”

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