Page 62 of On the Line

There are so many things I should be doing right now, especially after canceling my work trip to be here with her. But it can all wait.

For Lauren, the whole fucking world can wait.

I go to the bathroom to clean myself up, set an hour timer on my phone in case I accidentally fall asleep, then crawl back into bed to gather her into my arms. And the second my eyes close, I’m out.

* * *

The sensation of someone grinding against my cock brings me back from my short sleep—this is not how I expected to wake up.

“Baby, what are you doing?” I mumble, running my hand up her arm.

Her only response is a groan, as she grinds her ass back into me again.

“Lauren,” I say, dragging the backs of my fingers along the sharp line of her cheekbone, “I don’t know if there’s time. We have to get to the wedding.”

She jolts, her entire body going rigid and then relaxing.

“What time is it?” she asks, groggily.

“Did you just wake up?”

“Mm hmm.”

My chest shakes against her back with laughter.

“What are you laughing about?” she mumbles.

“Were you just dreaming about having sex with me?”

She burrows her face into the pillow. “Maybe.”

“Well, now you’ve got me ready for another round.” I slip my hand between her legs, lifting one up and over me as I sit up so I’ve got her legs spread on either side of me. “Look how fucking gorgeous you are,” I say as I gaze down at her, “spread open for me.”

“Jameson.” Her tone is a warning, but then she glances down at my dick where it hovers just above her, and involuntarily arches her back and groans, I know exactly what she wants—all of me, inside of her. “Didn’t you just say we had to get ready for the wedding?”

I glance at the clock on the nightstand. “How long do you need to shower and get ready, exactly?”

She follows my gaze, then literally jumps out of the bed. “Holy shit, we have to leave in an hour. I have to go shower.”

“Perfect.” I grin at her. “I love showers.”

“Good.” She looks over her shoulder at me as she walks to the bathroom. “You can make me come while you wash my body.”

CHAPTER19

LAUREN

“Everything is going to be fine,” Jameson says for the tenth time. I’m furiously tying the straps of my heels that lace around my ankles. These shoes are sexy as hell, and also a royal pain in the ass.

“Honestly, I’m not sure that it is.”

“Are you afraid of what people will think when we walk into that wedding together?” he asks. “Or are you afraid of getting hurt again?”

I’m bringing a date to a family wedding four months after my husband died. Of course I’m concerned about what people will think. And after what I went through in my marriage, of course I’m afraid of getting hurt.

Except, the more I get to know Jameson, the more I’m seeing that he’s not at all the callous asshole that I found so easy to lust after from afar when I was younger. He actuallyisthe man he showed me glimpses of that night at dinner five years ago. I don’t want to believe that he’d hurt me, except he’s done it before. And I didn’t think Josh would hurt me either. I don’t know how to trust myself to know whether I should trust Jameson.

“Yes. To both questions.”

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