Page 52 of Her Every Fantasy

When she dropped one arm to wrap my neck and draw me closer, I lifted mine to clamp over hers on the bar.

‘Yes! Just like that. Oh, God, I’m coming!’ The words were muffled against our fused lips but I felt every one of them resonate through me, pushing me closer to my limit.

I grunted as the intensity of her orgasm rippled all around my cock.

Christ, this was something else. Something I suspected I’d never get enough of.

With one last push into her glorious heat, I embraced nirvana and emptied myself into Savvie. Her breath caught and I knew that the timing of my climax was prolonging hers. Which in turn prolonged mine for a few more blissful seconds.

The mind-bending effect left me weak-kneed.

When the hand around my neck crept into my hair and her lips rained soft kisses on my jaw I buried my face in her throat, wishing I could stay there for ever. But I couldn’t.

For ever was a joke spun from fairy tales.

The reality was that this thing between us was finite, with a fast-approaching end date.

That thought haunted me, chasing me out of the shower with more haste than finesse.

‘Where’s the fire?’ she half joked as I stepped out.

I arranged my features into something resembling the thoroughly well-fucked man I should’ve been and threw her a look over my shoulder. ‘The fire’s what will happen when I present you with cold Thai food.’

I didn’t hang around to see whether she believed me or not. I tossed her a towel and hightailed it to my dressing room.

Thankfully, she didn’t chase after me. Several breaths later, I’d managed to throw on some clothes and pull myself under control when she entered the bedroom.

But I wasn’t fooled for one second that the status quo would hold for long. I was approaching a sheer cliff where Savvie was concerned. And I had a feeling I was going over one way or the other.

Savvie

‘I like seeing your dress on my floor.’

Despite the apprehension prickling my skin, I couldn’t help laughing at Bryce’s unashamed leer. I wasn’t fooledby his attempt to reduce this thing to its basest form, probably to stop from confronting the true depths of what we’d got ourselves into. And since I was a little terrified of examining just what today had done to me, I let him. ‘That’s such a gigolo thing to say.’

He shrugged, laughing as he picked it up and handed it to me. ‘You got me. I’m shameless.’ Walking past me, he slapped me lightly on the arse and I couldn’t help the giddy little jump in my heart.

I examined my dress and grimaced. ‘It’s hopelessly wrinkled.’

‘We both know you’ll shine like a diamond whatever you wear.’

I dropped my gaze and shrugged, not feeling any of the pep I normally used to talk myself out of a funk. In two strides, Bryce was in front of me.

All sign of humour was wiped from his face and his fingers beneath my chin were firm as he redirected my gaze to his. ‘Okay, that fell flatter than I expected. It’s time to tackle a few things, yes?’

I raised my eyebrows. ‘I thought we were going to avoid certain subjects for a while?’

His lips firmed. ‘So did I. But I hate seeing that look on your face. And I hate that the bastard is some unspoken ghost between us.’

Whether I liked it or not, Dan was a wound we needed to excise. So I nodded. ‘As long as you answer a few questions of mine too.’

His face grew wary for a few seconds, then he nodded. ‘If you insist.’

‘I insist.’

His hand dropped. ‘Fine, bossyboots. Let’s get this show on the road.’

Grimacing at my wrinkled dress, I tossed it on a nearby seat, strode into his dressing room and returned with a white V-necked T-shirt. ‘Mind if I borrow this?’

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