Page 3 of Dangerous Encore
Tenfuckingdays.
Then we're apartagain.
Andagain.
It goes onforever.
Violet groans as she pulls back. "Did I already say Imissedyou?"
"Yeah."
"I really did." She pushes my boxers off my hips. "Tell me it getseasier."
"Itdoesn't."
"I know. Tell meanyway."
"You know I can't lietoyou."
"Tell mesomethinggood."
"Iloveyou."
"I love you too." She presses her palm flat against my stomach. "God, Ethan…" Her eyelids flutterclosed.
She leans in and kissesme,hard.
Then she's wrapping her hand aroundmycock.
Fuck—
Need pours from her lipstomine.
From my lipstohers.
I can't explain this. I can't put it into words. At the moment, it's a struggle finding any coherentwords.
I love Vi more thananything.
More thantheband.
More thantouring.
More than fuckingmusic.
She'd never ask me to giveitup.
Which is good. 'Cause I'm not sure I could fuckingdoit.
And here we are, three days from getting married, and she's dealing with the weight of that onherown.
She deserves morethanthat.
She deserves fuckingeverything.
But, fuck, Ineedher.
Andrightnow—
