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That he’s slowly pushing inside. “You’re mine.”
“I love you,” I whisper, my hands covering his as he bottoms out, shuddering as he draws back and?—
Fuck, I’d be this woman’s slave just to have her love me like her heroine loves her man.
“…and,” she says softly, gently drawing me out of her story, “that’s it for now.”
I have to force myself to unstick, to move over to her. There’s a vulnerability about her, a thread of nerves. “You’re a great writer, Red.”
Her face lights up and, fuck, but she’s beautiful. “Thanks,” she murmurs.
“But I do have to know…”
Nerves creeping into her eyes.
“…why’d you stop when you were just getting to the good part?”
Relief in her smile…and mischief. “Maybe I need to do a little more research.”
“Need some help with that?”
“Nah,” she says, lips quirking. “I need to find the proper inspiration.” She stands, reaches for her laptop but I wrap an arm around her middle, drawing her flush against me instead.
“How’re are you going to do that, Red?”
She shrugs. “Maybe I’ll call Leo?—“
I growl, hold her closer.
She giggles.
“Who’s going to be your inspiration?” I narrow my eyes.
“Hmm…”
The impertinence.
I nip at her mouth.
“Hey!”
Taking advantage of her parted lips, I bend my head, kiss her until we’re both breathless. “Who, Red?”
Her body has melted against mine, her eyes soft and warm. “You know you’ve been my inspiration for the last four years, Gray.”
That truth slides through me, holds tight.
Fuck, but I like that.
“Well then,” I say, lifting her into my arms, loving the soft squeak she makes, how her nails bite into my shoulders to hold on, “I think I’d better see about giving you even more inspiration to finish that scene.”
“What about dinner?” she asks as I tug open the door to the house.
I kiss her. “I’m hungry for something else.”
“Good,” she murmurs, pressing closer, hand sliding down my chest. “Because I’m starving for you too.”
There’s a flicker of movement on the edge of my vision but when I turn to look, Faye’s hand slips into my pants, her fingers wrapping tightly around my cock. I groan, bend down to kiss her…and that odd shadow is suddenly the last thing on my mind.
