Page 125 of The Invitation

“Oh, baby.” He strokes down the centre of my spine. “And again.”

“Please!”

“Are we good together, Amelia?”

“Yes!”

He slides out slowly. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes!”

Back in hard. “Beg again.”

“I beg you,” I grate, my vision clouding.

“Yes,” he breathes, slamming his palm down hard on my arse before he lets loose, pounding into me, constantly shushing me when I cry out. My God, he’s powerful. So deep. The pain and pleasure are bending my head. My release steaming forward. His slick cock glides in and out easily. The perfect fit.

“I’m coming, Amelia,” he warns, his pace increasing more. “Fuck, I’m coming.”

I yell, feeling him swell, and it hits me between my legs like a lightning bolt, making my knees give. I collapse to the grass, Jude coming down with me, and gasp for air as he grinds into my arse, soaking up every last bit of pleasure.

“Shit,” I whisper. That wasn’t supposed to happen. I’m mad at him.

But isn’t that the beauty of us? Even hopping mad with each other, we still create magic.

“I feel fucked because you’ve caught me by surprise, Amelia,” he pants in my ear. “I feel fucked because you literally take up every bit of my mind. Constantly. I’m fucked because I can’t focus on anything but you.” He turns his mouth into my ear as I continue to pant across the grass, making the blades quiver along with my body in the aftermath of my high. “Do you hear what I’m saying to you?”

I nod, even if I’m not entirely sure. Why does that make him fucked? Jude lifts his hips, sliding out of me, and rolls me onto my back. His body settles over mine, and he holds my face with both palms. “I like whatever this is,” he says reverently, watching me struggling for breath beneath him. “What we have. Us. I really like it.”

Ask about the pills.

“Me too,” I whisper, bottling it.What do we have?

It’s a stupid question. I’m falling in love with him.

“Good.” Jude drops his mouth closer to mine in silent demand, and of course, I obey, circling his shoulders and kissing him. “You’re staying the night,” he says around my mouth, rolling to his back and taking me with him.

“Stop it.” I push myself up so I’m sitting on his lap. “I can’t stay every night.”

“Why not?”

“Because I live in London. Work in London.”

“But I miss you so badly when you’re gone, baby.” He juts his bottom lip out, and I smile. “Would you ever consider moving out of the city?”

I still, my brief contentment disappearing. “What?” Like, give up my job to move closer to him?

Jude’s eyes widen. “Whoa, wait,” he says, locking his hands down on my thighs to stop me running. “Do not read too much into that question. I’m not asking you to give up anything, especially not your career.”

My God, he will never know how much I needed to hear that. “Well, that’s a relief.”

He rolls his eyes. “I want to be close to you.”

“You’re pretty close now.”

“All the time, Amelia.”

“That’s sweet.”

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