Page 122 of Off-Limits as Puck

I close my eyes, begging and pleading with myself to figure my shit out.

The next day, I wake up in his arms. He wastes no time rolling on top of me and kissing me. He presses his solid length against me, and I’m aching for him. I need to know that this is worth it, and then I’ll make my decision.

I slide my hands down his pants, rubbing him. He pushes a finger against me, and I moan.

I’ve never needed anyone like I’ve needed him. This is pure torture, so I rip our clothes off and put my mouth on the tip of his dick.

“Chelsea,” he moans, watching me. I work my tongue around his length, bobbing my head to please him. His eyes roll back, and I feel powerful. I feel like the most important woman in the world to him, and it means everything.

I keep a fast pace, flicking my tongue, sucking him off.

He grabs me by my arms and places me on the bed. “Your turn.”

I shake my head. “I just need you right now.” I grab his cock, pulling him down to me. “Please.”

He aims for me, and then his eyes connect with mine. “Chelsea,” he breathes. “I love you.”

He starts pumping into me slowly. I grab his shoulders and kiss him.

“I love you too.”

“Then don’t go,” he says, working his hips faster. And this isn’t fair. Not fair at all. “Don’t leave me again. Move in with me.”

Emotions are coursing through my body as he works his fingers on me now. I start panting against his neck.

“Chelsea,” he breathes. “Tell me you’re mine. That you’ll always be mine.”

“I will,” I nod, feeling the pressure of the build. “I just need time.”

He works his fingers faster. “I’m waiting. I’ll always be waiting for you.”

He doesn’t give me a second to breathe. Instead I’m clawing at him, desperately as he tells me to come over and over. He’s begging me to show him how much I love them, and that does it. My body climbs over the edge, and I’m in complete ecstasy.

I clutch at the sheets underneath me as my orgasm explodes through my body. It feels like a force of pleasure plowing through all my defenses.

“I won’t make you wait very long,” I pant. “I want this. I want you. I swear. Now come for me, Reed. Come inside of me.”

He works his hips while kissing my lips, and I feel the warmth shoot out of him.

He pulls out of me and quickly cleans me up. He even wipes my neck where his lips were, and then he wraps me in his arms untilour breathes have evened out.

“Hungry?” he asks.

I nod. “Very.”

The next morning the plane lifts me off, carrying me back to Arizona and whatever decisions await there. But I’m not running this time. I’m just going home to figure out what home actually means.

And whether it might be worth rebuilding somewhere else.

With someone who makes me smile more than anyone else has in this world.

45

Success tastes like champagne and sounds like your agent celebrating a contract that should feel like winning but somehow feels like choosing sides.

“Three years, full no-movement clause, and a significant raise,” Jerry’s voice crackles through my phone as I stare at the paperwork spread across my kitchen table. “It’s everything we hoped for when you came to Boston. Clean slate, fresh start, proof that you’ve turned things around.”

“Yeah,” I say, but the enthusiasm I should feel is nowhere to be found. “It’s great.”

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