Page 38 of Resilient Love

“Have a good night, Ruby,” I say, chuckling as she legs it out of here.

I grab the remote, turn the telly on, and flip through channel after channel. After wasting what was probably ten minutes of my life, I turn it off and grab for my phone, searching for an audiobook.

Not a damn thing catches my eye, but without anyone here to talk to, I press play on my favourite mafia rom-com. I’ve read it an embarrassing number of times, and it never gets old.

Naturally, I left off on a smutty scene that has me rubbing my thighs together, and it’s most definitely not helping my already horny mind.

Bloody hell.

I toss and turn, trying to get comfortable before succumbing to the fact that I won’t be relaxing tonight. I reach over to turn off the lamp, hoping sleep will find me.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

FRIDAY, MAY 2

It’s beenover an hour since I last saw her, but my dick gives zero fucks.

My cock is rock hard despite the ice-cold shower I recently took. I practically froze my nuts off, but my dick isn’t giving up the fight. Elise's round, incredible ass sashaying away from me continues playing over and over in my mind like a damn movie stuck on repeat.

My fingers twitch by my phone as I stare up at the ceiling, reminding myself of our agreement.

One time, we said.

It doesn’t count if I didn’t get to actually fuck her, does it? Hell, I didn’t even get to come.

No wonder my mind’s not right. I didn’t work her out of my system, and now I feelstuck.

Yep,that’s the only reasonable explanation for this.

I fight myself, wanting more than anything to march downstairs and finish what we started.

She’s not alone, you buffoon,I remind myself.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

I’ve never lost this much control with anyone before, and the idea of going any further with her both consumes me and threatens to drown me.

Two loud knocks against the door have me flying out of bed, wrenching it open without checking who’s outside.

Elise is standing before me, wearing nothing but an oversized sleep shirt that hangs just long enough to cover the tops of her thighs.

She launches herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck, climbing me like a tree. I slam the door shut, stumbling backward onto the bed as I grip her ass, clutching her to my erection.

Gratification floods me, a tingle expanding at the base of my spine.She wants me just as bad as I need her.

Our touches are frenzied. Moans and whimpers leave our lips as we devour each other's mouths. Her tongue dances so beautifully with mine, and the taste of her sweet mouth is goddamn delectable.

She slides herself over my groin, and I hum in satisfaction.

She’s absolutely soaking my cock through the thin fabric of my boxer briefs.

I slide my hands down her waist, over her firm ass, giving each cheek a squeeze as she groans, leaning further into me. Our mouths break apart, and she buries her face against my shoulder. I push her shirt up over her ass, and my cockpractically goes off like a rocket, right here and now, my fingertips met with completely bare skin.

“You were walking around the hotel like this?” I growl, a twinge of jealousy and annoyance hitting me square in the chest.

“I sure was.” She pants. “What are you gonna do about it?” she taunts, and I answer by flipping her onto her back, settling between her thighs.

She smirks up at me through hooded lids, her light-blue eyes swirling like a storm on the horizon. Because that’s exactly what she is. A storm. And we might just be in the eye of it.

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