Page 86 of The Invitation

Perfect.

Jude gasps lightly, licking the spot where his teeth held on, dotting kisses across my throat. And we rest, holding each other. Recovering. I might need a week to get over this.

Or a lifetime.

My lids become heavy, the weight of Jude unfamiliar but natural as he hums across my neck, and I lie beneath him, relaxed, content, his softening dick still submerged.

“You smell yummy.” He moves slowly and with effort, and kisses the end of my nose. I hum sleepily. He chuckles. That sound alone gives me the energy to open my eyes. I’m immediately hypnotised at the sight of him, and my resting heart picks up its pace again. He must surely feel it against him.Fuck.A lock of hair falls onto his forehead, and I instinctively push it back over his ear. I feel nothing but wonder as he looks down at me, unabashed. “What’s happening?” he whispers, revisiting last night.

I shake my head mildly, unsure if I have the energy or headspace to go there right now. I’ve loved every moment I’ve spent with him. The small blip in the steam room aside. Jude Harrison seems too good to be true. He frightened me the second I saw him and my body reactedin a way I’ve never experienced. Uninhibited attraction. But with each encounter, that fear grew. Now?

I hardly want to admit how I’m feeling. Overwhelmed. Blindsided. And so much more.

Jude sighs and kisses me chastely, rolling off and reaching for the machine on the bedside. The sound of whale calls stops. “I should be in the gym,” he says, falling to his back.

“Me too.”

Cocking me a sideways smirk, he stretches out, every limb lengthening, every muscle enhanced.Christ alive.“Do you want to work out together?”

Interested, I prop myself up on my elbow, unable to resist tracing over the ripples on his stomach. “And what would you have me do?”

He pouts and matches my position, facing me. “I’d get you sweaty and wet.” He reaches forward and tweaks my nipple. I yelp. “Among other things.”

“I’d like a full, comprehensive training plan before I commit.”

“You want details?”

I nod, biting at my lip. Listen to me. I may as well be on my knees for him. “How will you make me sweaty andwet?”

He shoots up and pins me to the bed, biting at my cheek, and I laugh, squirming, getting rubbed in all the right places. “With little effort, it seems.” Pulling back, he cups my face and scrunches his nose to match mine. “You’re insatiable.” Shifting, he sits on the edge of the bed and picks up his phone, raking a hand through his hair to pull it off his face.

I’m giddy as I sit up, ready to go in search of my own phone to check my emails, but I catch sight of the time on the nature machine, and it stops me in my tracks. “Oh no.”

Jude looks over his shoulder at me. “What?”

I groan and fall to my back again. How the hell did I sleep in until ten thirty?Dumb question.“I’ve got to be at my parents’ for lunch atnoon.” And I’m in Oxfordshire.Fuck it.“Are any of your chauffeurs available to take me back to London?”

“I’ll check.” Jude rises and wanders off, and I’m momentarily distracted from my lateness. I would so rather stay. Can’t.

Grabbing the sheets, I groan and haul them over my head, wincing when the soreness between my legs screams. I’m aching, I’m tired.

And I’ve never felt so good.

What’s happening?

“They’re all out driving guests.”

I push the sheets back and find Jude pulling on some boxers. “Shit.”

“I’ll take you.”

I wince some more. “All the way back into London?”

“Sure.”

“You could just drop me off at the nearest train station.”

“Amelia, it’s not a problem.”

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