Page 94 of Guarded Love

"Open your mouth," I command as I drag my thumb across her lower lip. "And don't spill a drop."

She obeys, showing me my come in her mouth. The sight sends another jolt through me, even though I'm still coming down from my high.

“Good girl,” I say as I help her stand up before kissing her. Tasting myself on her tongue makes something…primal stir within me. I can’t quite explain it, but the urge to take her again is growing stronger by the second.

When our kiss naturally breaks apart, I notice that Willow has a smug expression on her face. I’m almost tempted to show her how quickly I can knock it off.

"Proud of yourself?" I ask, running my hands down her sides.

"Maybe a little." She stretches up on her toes to nip at my jaw. "You should see your face right now. Completely wrecked."

She's not wrong. I feel like she's taken me apart and put me back together in a completely different configuration. Everything feels raw and new and terrifying in the best possible way.

"Come here," I whisper, pulling her against me.

We stand there for a moment, both of us catching our breath. Through the window, I can see the sky beginning to lighten properly. It looks as if it’s going to be another beautiful day in Puerto Rico.

"I should really go," she says quietly, but she doesn't move away from me.

"You should," I agree, even though every cell in my body is screaming at me to keep her here. To pull her back to bed and spend the entire morning mapping every inch of her skin with my mouth.

Instead, I force myself to step back and help her collect her clothes. Watching her get dressed is somehow just as erotic as watching her undress was. The way she slides that black dress back over her curves, how she runs her fingers through hertangled hair to tame it into something resembling respectability. I throw on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt too.

"Do I look like I spent the night getting thoroughly fucked?" she asks, turning to face me.

The question makes my cock twitch. "You look beautiful. But maybe run a brush through your hair before you see Madison."

She laughs. "Good point. She's probably going to interrogate me anyway."

"What are you going to tell her?"

"The truth." She shrugs, reaching for her purse. "And we’ll probably giggle about it and she’ll want details."

"She’s going to love that answer."

"Madison's going to—" Willow stops mid-sentence as her phone buzzes from inside her purse. "Shit, I forgot to check my messages."

She pulls out her phone and I watch her face change as she scrolls through what looks like several missed texts. Her expression shifts from casual to concerned to something approaching panic.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she mutters, her thumb flying across the screen.

"What's wrong?"

"Knox has been texting. He sent three messages." She looks up at me with wide eyes. "He doesn’t seem concerned, thank goodness, but yeah I should probably get back to him since he can see that I read the message."

My stomach drops. I grab my own phone from the nightstand, and sure enough, there are three missed texts from Knox. The most recent one makes my blood run cold.

Knox: Hey man, big news. Leo's deal with the Red Wolves is officially off. Coach and Bailey called it this morning. Thought you'd want to know ASAP. Thanks for your help.

"Oh shit." It’s all I can manage to say. “Leo’s brand deal with the Red Wolves isn’t happening.”

"Wait, really?" Her voice is barely above a whisper, like she's afraid saying it too loud might make it untrue. "Leo's not going to be working with the Red Wolves?"

"That's what it says." I show Willow the message. “Knox says the deal's officially off."

The transformation in her expression is immediate. The tension I didn't even realize she'd been carrying in her shoulders melts away, and for the first time since I've known her, Willow looks genuinely, completely relieved.

"I can't believe it," she says as she sinks down onto the edge of the bed. "I was so worried about having to see him on campus.”

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