Page 67 of Art of Love
I erupted hot and virile into her, and even when I’d come, I was still going. And going. Until I’d milked myself dry.
“Hunter...” she moaned.
“You okay? God.” I hoped I didn’t hurt her, because I’d lost complete control toward the end.
“I’m okay.”
“Give me a sec.” I went to the bathroom to take care of the condom, then rushed back to her side.
She looked sleepy, but it was the hot, sexy, half sleepy gaze that filled her face.
“You sure you’re okay?” I kissed her.
“My hands are glowing, so my face must look like a bulb. I’m fine.” She laughed. “Can we do that again before I leave?”
“Leave?”
“For work.”
I didn’t want to leave the house or this bed ever again.
“Stay here.”
She lifted herself up on her shoulders.
“What about work?”
“We’ll go to work together.” That would practically give us all day. “And after we can grab some of your clothes at your place, and come back here.”
She searched my eyes.
“You want me to come back?”
I wasn’t certain if she was joking. “Hell, yes. Don’t you want to come back?”
“I do. I just thought maybe you wouldn’t want me here too much.”
I bent down and kissed her. “I want you everywhere.” Because I was obsessed with her. I’d decided that last night.
It was the only explanation.
She looked happy, and those beautiful brown eyes sparkled, but something dark lurked within her gaze. I noticed it every time we talked about the job. Every time there was talk or thoughts raised on how things would come to a point where it would be difficult.
I thought it was time to say something. In fact, now was the perfect time.
“Jia,” I began.
“Hmmm.”
“I don’t want the job to get in the way. If it’s awkward for you and you don’t want to get involved with me, I get it. But for me, it’s a separate thing. I meant it when I said I want you.”
She pressed her full lips together, and her cheeks tickled pink.
“Me too. So... what are we saying?” There was a hopeful tone in her voice.
“That the job doesn’t matter.” In essence, that was what I was saying, yet it did matter, just not in a way that I wanted it to. “It matters. The job’s important and everything, but how about we don’t make it matter when we’re together?”
She gazed at me with excitement. “I like that. I really like that.”
