Page 57 of Rule 5: Never Crush on the Captain
“Oh, yeah?”
“You feel amazing.” He presses his lips together and doesn’t do any more talking, lost in whatever sensation he’s experiencing.
But I can imagine. I’ve fucked too.
I smile up at him, then he begins to thrust. Sweat pools between us, and our bodies slide together perfectly.
Vinnie fills me in a way I didn’t know was possible. My nerve endings rejoice, and warmth flows over me. His dark eyes gaze on me with such love that my heart almost stops.
This is what I was waiting for.
This is what I never had in my marriage, why things between us always felt awkward, like I was playing pretend. And unlike actual actors, I never knew my lines, and I fumbled my way through what I thought I was supposed to say even though I wasn’t convinced that was how I actually felt.
This is why my heart felt Vinnie’s absence in my life.
We’re going to be together forever. I’m already certain.
I watch him delight in my body, watch the happiness flutter over his face.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Vinnie
I wake to find Evan in my arms. Our heads are pressed closely together, and we share a pillow. We’ve woken multiple times in the night, drawing each other close for kisses and handjobs and blowjobs.
His lashes flutter up, and I’m gazing into his eyes. I probably have a ridiculous, dopey smile, not shielded by the dark anymore. Light streams from the thin curtains, and the windows must not be soundproofed, because the rumble of voices drifts in from outside.
I watch the moment he opens his eyes, the moment he finds me beside him, the moment his eyes dilate, and a smile breaks over his face.
“Hello,” he murmurs, nuzzling into the space between my head and shoulder. His hair brushes against my chin, and his fingers trace circles around my nipples.
“I think it’s breakfast time.”
He laughs, pushing his hands against my chest. “Well, we can’t miss that.” He hops toward the bathroom and turns on the shower. “Coming?”
I follow him into the shower and pull his slippery body against me. “We should probably talk.”
He draws back and raises an eyebrow.
“Not like that.” My face heats. “I mean—” I swallow hard. “When will I see you again?”
“Oh.” His eyes soften. “As soon as possible.”
I nod multiple times. “That sounds good.”
“Of course, it does. I don’t want to act like strangers in my own house. And I don’t think Stella is good at keeping secrets. It’s not a skill I want her to develop.”
“Why don’t you tell her that I’m your boyfriend?”
His eyes shine. “That sounds nice.”
“Maybe we should have a discussion with our agents about what else we should do.”
“We’ll need to tell the team management.”
“We’ll need to tell our team.”
“Together?”
