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“I want to pick up where I left off. So come closer.” I helped her until it became obvious that I wanted her to sit on my face. From this angle, I could see how aroused and needy she was. I parted her folds once again, enjoying the full access now available to me. I immediately began to lick, pressing my tongue inside. Fiona tilted forward, leaning against my headboard while I lathed her clit, swirling my tongue around the tight nub before flicking at it with my tongue. My breath was hot against her flesh and I tightened my arms around her thighs to keep her from squirming. I penetrated her with both thumbs, driving them in and out while she rocked back and forth, delighted noises coming out of her mouth.

“Wait,” she gasped. I didn’t hear her at first, far too busy enjoying myself. “Eli…stop.”

I stilled, moving my hands and face away from her as she rose up onto her knees. “What’s wrong? Too much? Not enough?” I worried that I’d done something wrong, gone too far, so was surprised when she managed to turn around and settled back to hovering over my face.

“No, I just wanted in on the action,” she said as she dropped back down on my face and then bent at the hips to take my cock in her mouth. I jumped, thrusting up automatically and forcing her to gag before I could stop myself. I worried that I’d hurt her, but instead of pulling away, she took hold of my cock in a death grip before sheathing it in her hot, wet mouth. I damn near creamed myself it felt so good.

“All right then, challenge accepted,” I told her. This was the type of competition I could get behind. I gripped her thighs once again, pulling her tighter against my face as I licked and sucked at all the sensitive flesh that was on display in front of me. When I sucked on her clit, Fiona shuddered above me, doing her best to match me lick for lick and thrust for thrust. As much as I was enjoying her hot mouth on me, I loved the idea of making her come completely undone just from my mouth.

Fiona’s shudders were coming faster and stronger. She compensated by increasing the pressure on her suction. I fought the urge to thrust up with my hips and fuck her mouth. As much as I wanted to come, I wasn’t going to let that happen until she came all over my face. She reached between my legs, running her nails over my balls and I almost lost it right there, groaning in response.

We continued to toy with each other, now on the mutual quest to get the other to orgasm first. I was determined to win. I blew warm air inside her before nibbling along her lips. She said my name on a drawn-out moan, so I kept going. I could feel my own pleasure, coiled tight inside me and from the way she stiffened, I knew she felt the same. I thrust my tongue in as far as I could, sucking hard on her sensitive flesh as I tugged on her clit with my mouth. She lifted herself up, putting a bit of distance between us and when she started to drop back down, I was ready. She sat on my fingers, which I now pumped in and out.

With a loud cry, Fiona orgasmed and I drank deeply, licking and thrusting my fingers deep inside her. I rubbed the scruff of my chin against her sensitive skin and she shook with pleasure before tightening her grip on my legs and fully deep throating me. With a hoarse shout, I came hard, thrusting my hips up to where her nose was pressed against my groin.

Fiona finally lifted her head and shifted so she could collapse at my side. I pulled her into my arms and kissed the top of her head, stroking slowly up and down her spine.

“I need a few minutes to recover and another shower—that is, if you’re still interested in dinner.”

I could feel her body shaking as she giggled. “I’m fine with pulling something together from whatever you’ve got here,” she said.

“In that case, give me a few minutes, and then I’ll be ready for round two,” I promised her.

THIRTY-FIVE

ELI

Fiona’s hand drifted to find me, and when I glanced over at her, I realized that she was still asleep. I smiled as it dawned on me that she was even seeking me out in her dreams.

We’d fallen asleep wrapped in each other’s arms after what had turned into nonstop lovemaking. Fiona’s auburn hair was fanned out on the pillow, glowing in the early morning sun streaming in the window. The blanket had slipped down, revealing her shoulder. I wanted to lean over and kiss it, but it was more important for her to sleep. She’d earned it, riding me like a cowgirl until we’d collapsed into a sweaty, satisfied pile.

We’d both put our phones on do not disturb, which meant the only person I would hear from was my mom, so I took advantage of this quiet moment to check in and make sure I hadn’t missed anything. The first email I saw was from Doug Braverman at Easy Eights.

The subject line?Congratulations and welcome.

I’d gotten the job.

I closed my eyes and placed the phone on my chest. My next step was about to begin. My fresh start.

I waited for the feelings of elation to kick in, the sense of accomplishment and pride for achieving my goal. This was exactly what I wanted.

But … was it?

Fiona shifted as if she could sense the change in the air, and I was drawn to stare at her beautiful face. Never in a million years had I ever imagined we’d wind up here.

Our time together had been incredible, a connection of body and mind that I’d never experienced with anyone before. Being with Fiona made sense, despite our ridiculous history. We’d become a great team, on the trails … and in bed. It was crazy how every little thing we did togetherworked.

At the same time, it was a relationship built on a lie. We’d never talked about the change in our relationship from fake to whatever it was we were now, and I could tell that Fiona was still holding a piece of herself back, like she wasn’t taking our time together as seriously as I was. I frowned. It wasn’t like I was expecting her to come out and proclaim her love for me and beg me to stay in Poplar Springs. Of course not. Because she didn’t feel that way, and neither did I … right?

I glanced at Fiona again and felt my heart stir.

I needed to get a grip. This was a fake relationship piggybacked onto our job, sprinkled with incredible sex. There was no way anything real and lasting could grow from such a shaky foundation. It didn’t matter that all I wanted to do was be with her. Or that she made me laugh harder than anyone ever had. Or that I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Or that my son adored her.

No. My time with Fiona was nothing more than a fling before Patrick and I moved on to our next adventure. We were having fun before we each started the next chapter in our lives. I knew that Fiona felt it too—that our time was limited and we needed to enjoy it while we could.

At least that was the way she was acting. It was like I was walking a tightrope between showing Fiona how I really felt and maintaining the same loose and easy energy that she seemed to have about our relationship. I still couldn’t tell what was for show and what was coming from her heart. Like when she grabbed my hand on the way out of the diner the other night … was that because people might have been watching us out the window, or because she wanted to connect with me? At least when it was just the two of us, I knew that everything between us was honest. Or was it?

“Hey, you,” she said, her voice heavy with sleep. She tiptoed her fingers across the bed and up my chest. “Why do you look miserable? I rocked your world last night.”

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