Page 120 of Between Never and Forever
“Like what’s mine is yours?” He shrugged. “It is.”
“I need a glass of water or… I need a moment.” I glanced around and saw bottled water at the corner on the table. When I picked one up, of course it was ice cold. I pointed to it. “This is over the top.”
“I had over-the-top men in here.”
I twisted open the lid and took a long drink before I glanced at the door, then the screen, and then at Dex. “I shouldn’t be here.”
“You should be where I am.”
“You won’t be saying that after our press release.”
“Weare only doing a press release after we get married.”
I shook my head slowly as I walked toward him. “I’m not marrying you, Dex. We don’t know the first thing about being married. We don’t even know the first thing about being in a relationship with each other, considering this was all for—”
“Real,” he finished for me.
I stared at him as a million thoughts ran through my head. “You’re so confident in this. In us?” He shrugged like he already had everything figured out. “How can you be when I don’t even know…” How did I explain what I was feeling? “I haven’t been able to be me for years, Dex. I don’t even know exactly who I am.”
“That’s what life is about, right? People change every day, and we figure it out every day.”
“What if, when I find out, you don’t like that person?”
“I know who you are, Kee. Let me be the judge of that. That’s fair, isn’t it? You walked away from me once without giving me a chance, right? Let me have it this time.” His tone was soft, and he didn’t get up from that chair to approach me at all. He was keeping himself exactly where he was in case I bolted. He knew I was skittish now.
I bit my lip. “The wedding is still going to be a colossal mess. I’ve been just texting Penelope the most ridiculous things.”
“Looking forward to it.”
“It shouldn’t be in our hometown where they—”
“It’ll be small, right? No one will even know.”
“You’re not going to give up, are you?”
“I’m never going to give up on us again.”
I chewed on my cheek, trying my best not to cry. “I think I might be falling in love with you, Dex.”
“Well, good. At least the fall is starting for you. I’m so far down the hill, I need you to catch up at some point. Now, you did interrupt a meeting with the president. Want to say sorry?”
“Sorry.” I shrugged because what did I care about one little word.
“Say sorry by wrapping your lips around my cock.”
“Doing that in a conference room with your assistant outside, Dex, is—”
“An experience. A rush. A fucking high. Get on your knees. Show your fiancé how sorry you are.”
He knew I wasn’t going to deny myself experiences anymore. He knew I wanted every single one. I walked up to him and moved between him and the desk. Before I could kneel, he growled, “Actually, I want to see what’s under this shirt first.”
He lifted it slowly, his hands at my hips as he inched it up to my waist and saw that I hadn’t slipped anything on underneath. “I was in a hurry.”
“To fuck your future husband.”
“To yell at him.”
“Want to scream his name instead?” He slid a finger in me fast, and I gasped at how sensitive I still was from getting myself off just minutes ago. “So wet, baby. You came prepared for me, huh?”
