Page 121 of Can't Get Over You
She lowered her forehead to the mattress, her hips rocking, meeting his thrusts, and the sound of the skin slapping mixed with the slick heat and tight clutch of her pussy turned him wild.
He lost control, fucking her so hard her fingers fisted in the blanket. Just before he reached that point of no return, he knew he had to get her there first. But just as he reached between her legs to get her off, she tipped her head back with a cry, and her hips ground hard against him.
Hearing her come undone snapped his last tether. He couldn’t hold back. His release exploded out of him in hot spurts, each one so intense his body shook with tremors. He held her tight to his body, his fingers digging into her skin, until he let out a harsh exhalation.
Easing out, he smacked her ass, leaving a trail of kisses up her spine and cupping her tits. “You’re perfect. Fucking perfect.”
When he collapsed beside her, he pulled her close. Her hand settled on his forearm, and lamplight glinted off the diamond engagement ring.
Oh hell no. We’re done with that.
He tugged it off her finger.
“Jude, we need it, remember? We have to look engaged.”
“I’ll get you something tomorrow.”
“You’re not spending a dime on a ring I’ll wear for four more weeks.”
We’ll see about that.
Finlay had gone to high school with the Cavanaugh sisters, so it seemed the smartest choice to launch her side hustle with a friendly face. Still, she entered Harley Lu Emporium with a knot in her stomach.
She went right to the checkout counter. “Excuse me. Is Lulu here? She’s an old friend of mine, and I’d like to pitch a product to her.”
“No, but Harley is.”
She didn’t know the former pro surfer, but she was Lu’s partner, so Finlay had to go for it. “Do you think I could speak with her for a moment?”
You should’ve made appointments. Been professional about it.
In this context, you’re not a friend. You’re a businesswoman.
“Sure. She’s in the office. You can just knock on the door.” The young woman pointed, and Finlay set off.
As she moved down the aisles of the gourmet grocery store, she noticed all the yummy treats. Fancy crackers and packets of crumpets, cookies she knew Cody would gobble up, and then, at the end of the aisle, a whole shelf of hot cocoa mixes. She smiled. Did Gunnar know about this store? He must. He was, after all, an aficionado.
When she reached the door labeledOffice, she knocked. The unique and luscious scents from her soaps floated out of her tote bag. Yes, she was nervous, but she knew she had a great product.
“Come on in,” a muffled voice called.
Finlay hitched the strap higher on her shoulder and turned the knob.
You got this.
A beautiful, very fit woman sat behind a desk. “Hi. What can I do for you?”
“I’m Finlay O’Neill. I went to high school with Lulu, and I was hoping I could show her a fun product I’ve developed.”
“Oh, sorry. She’s not here. She’s off doing Christmas stuff with her family, but you can lay it on me.”
“Thank you. I appreciate that.” She pulled her tote off her shoulder. “I know my timing’s terrible. I shouldn’t be bothering you around the holidays.”
“No worries. I’m single, and my family’s not around, so it’s no big deal.”
Wait—she was alone? “Well, if you don’t have plans for Christmas, you’re welcome to join us.” Finlay wanted to punch herself in the face.This isn’t a social call. It’s business.
“That’s nice of you, but I’ll be working. Someone’s got to run the place.”
