Page 14 of Hot Summer Nights

Brooklyn gulped in air as her heart beat wildly in her chest. “What are you doing here? How long are you staying?”

“Funny you should ask.” He wrapped an arm around her and guided her toward the side of the dance floor. “I have a business partner now, and we’re looking into opening up a studio. We’ve checked out some places around here.”

Brooklyn looked up at him. “You’re moving to Boston?”

He grinned. “Maybe. Depends on a few things.”

She swallowed hard. Channing was actually here. My Channing is actually considering my pathetic proposal! “What are the conditions you have to work out?”

He led Brooklyn toward a back hallway away from the crowd and the noise. “Well, I haven’t completely sold my partner on opening a studio in Boston.” He pressed her against the wall, using his body to pin her in place. “And I can’t keep my hands off of you long enough to ask you if your offer still stands.”

Immediately, he cupped her breasts through the flimsy top Carrie-Ann had picked out for her. His mouth lowered to hers again while his cock pressed against her stomach insistent and demanding.

“I don’t know,” she managed to say as their kiss broke. “What made you suddenly decide to open up a studio when you based your work on traveling all around the world?”

His hands gripped her waist as he stared into her eyes. “It’s not the same anymore. I’ve been to some of the most beautiful places in the world, taking pictures of everything. But the most beautiful pictures I’ve ever taken were those of you, in bed, playing coy with me. I don’t understand it, and I’m not sure I even want to, but I had to give this thing we’ve got a try.”

He lifted a hand and brushed a strand of hair away from her cheek. “It’s totally neurotic, I know, but I want to be with you. I have to be with you.”

Before Brooklyn talked herself out of it, she replied, “Then be with me.”

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“I have a surprise for you.” Channing knew she was tired and found her grumpiness adorable. He lay in her bed with her curled, warm and soft, around him. He kissed her forehead and gently lifted her off his chest so he could sit up.

“It had better be a damn good surprise.” She grabbed his pillow and propped herself up. “My sister is here for the week, and we have limited uninterrupted hours together.”

He smiled and grabbed his jacket. They’d come home three hours ago and spent every moment in bed. She’d told him she loved him the moment he buried his cock inside her, and to his surprise, he’d found himself saying it back. And it was the truth. He did love her, and it didn’t make any sense.

“Here.” He tossed an envelope on the bed. “It’s perverted to the average outsider, but I look at these every night and dream about you.”

Inside the envelope was one copy of every picture he’d taken of her the last night they were together.

“Wow.” She flipped through them, stopping on the only naked picture she’d let him take. He’d memorized every aspect of it, focusing on the careless nature of her attitude. At that moment, Brooklyn had completely let her guard down and the camera had captured just how sexy she really was. “For some reason, I didn’t expect them to turn out this way.”

Truth be told, neither had Channing. He leaned over her so he could see the picture as well. “You’re beautiful.”

She smiled and sat them to the side. “Are we crazy for doing this? I mean, we barely know each other.”

Channing leaned forward and kissed her shoulder. “I don’t know. I’ve dreamed about you every night since you said goodbye. I’ve thought about you every day. Yes, we don’t know everything about each other, but that’s the beauty of being in a relationship. We get to learn as the days go by.” He pulled the sheet back and slipped between her legs. “What time did you say your sister would be back this morning?”

“Eight.”

“So that gives us two more hours alone?” He began to kiss her neck, taking his time to enjoy being with Brooklyn.

“Yep. And once she gets here, you can kiss sex goodbye for the rest of the week.” Brooklyn ran her fingers up his back. “She’s too self-centered and nosy. Plus, I only get to see her every now and then. I’m sort of obligated to spend the rest of the week with her while she’s in town.”

“Then I guess we’d better not waste any time talking.” He positioned his cock against her pussy. “The whole getting-to-know-you thing can wait right?”

“Just this once.” She cupped his cheeks and pulled him toward her for a kiss. He thrust inside her completely, welcomed by her warm, wet body.

There were times in Channing’s life when he’d wished he’d been at a certain place at a certain time, but right here in this moment, there was no where else on Earth he’d rather be than inside Brooklyn with her arms and legs wrapped around him.

“I love you, Channing,” she whispered for the third time that night.

“I love you, too.” And with that, he proceeded to show her just how much.

The End

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