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I pull her toward me. I hate that she has to deal with that.
“Can I trust you?” she whispers. “I really want to trust you, Fletcher,” she adds, her eyes glaze a bit and I suddenly feel like such an ass. We should have been talking about so much more than just hooking up. There are a million unanswered questions between us. I don’t have all the answers, but I know whatever is happening between us is important, more important than a store.
“Yes, Camryn. I won’t let business come between us. We’ll figure it out. I promise,” I assure her.
“I want to believe you,” she says and it’s a sucker punch to my gut.
“You don’t?” I ask.
She shrugs. “I sort of do, but it’s hard. I…things between us changed so quickly, I’m still trying to get my bearings. I want to give us a real chance, but I also can’t lose the café. It’s my life. I’ve worked so hard for it,” she confesses, her eyes welling.
A stray tear escapes and slides down her cheek. I lean in and lick the salty liquid away. “We are not going to let business come between us. I promise you that. You have my word,” I assure her. But beneath my calm surface, I’m worried. Will my family accept her? Can I figure out a way for both our businesses to thrive?
“OK,” she whispers. “We’ll figure it out together,” she adds with a small smile. Her legs wrap back around mine and I sink into her. I can’t remember the last time I went without a condom, and never so soon in a relationship, but this feels different. This feels real as if every relationship before her was only practice.
We move in silence, our gazes locked. I move faster, chasing my release, needing to come inside her, to make her mine. It sounds ridiculous and I feel like an idiot thinking that, but some primal part of me wants to mark her in some small way.
“Don’t stop,” she whispers, her legs cross behind me, pulling me deeper inside her.
“Come, Cam, I need you to come, baby,” I whisper as I feel my balls tighten.
Her eyes squeeze shut and I lean down and kiss her while her body’s inner muscles convulse around me. And that’s all it takes for me to lose control and follow her over the edge into an abyss of pure ecstasy.
We both pant, our foreheads touching.
“Are you going to give me a tour of your palace, or are you keeping me locked up in your bedroom?” she asks.
I laugh and run my nose along hers. “I’d like to keep you locked up in here, but I have a feeling you’d end up exploring this place on your own,” I say as I begrudgingly pull out of her and roll us over so she’s lying on me.
She settles herself between my legs and places her hands, one on top of the other, on my chest with her chin on them.
“My entire apartment would fit into your living room,” she says.
“So?” I reply because I don’t care about that.
“We come from different universes. How is this going to work exactly?” she asks.
“We will figure it out,” I assure her.
“Will we?” she questions, her abdomen pressing into my softening dick, making it come back to life.
I tug on a strand of her red hair. “Stop being so stubborn. We can figure things out, but right now, I want to concentrate on more important things,” I say and thrust my hips up against her.
“You are like a racing car. You have a recovery time of like two seconds,” she laughs.
“I feel like we should test that theory a few more times,” I say with a smirk and she laughs again.
I roll us back over and stare down at the woman who I am falling for in a matter of only a few weeks. “I’ll give you the princess tour tomorrow morning. We have more important things to work on right now,” I tease as I nip at her jaw.
“I suppose I can live with that compromise…for now,” she murmurs as she leans her head back to grant me access to her neck.
“I love a good compromise,” I reply, leaning in and running my tongue down the column of her neck. Maybe we can figure out a business compromise too? Maybe, just maybe, things can work out between us.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Cam
I stretch my legs over his muscular calves. Smiling without opening my eyes, I burrow against Fletcher. He’s warm and his right arm is wrapped possessively around me. It tightens as I move.
