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“Don’t care. I need someone who knows what they’re doing, and you’ve proved you can handle the work. If anyone—Moss included—gives me grief about using outside help, I’ll remind them about hauling me in for questioning and then tell them exactly where they can shove their objections.”
Will’s entire demeanor changed. His shoulders straightened, and some of the tension that had been radiating from him since last night started to ease.
He needed this—needed to be useful, to fix things instead of just thinking about all the ways things had gone wrong.
I grabbed a pillow and hugged it to me. “You should go.”
“Bug.” He leaned down, looking me square in the eyes. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“I’ll be fine.” Could I handle being by myself? With all the insanity swirling around my brain? Maybe? Maybe I’d visit Rav and harass him some more. Or head to the spa Claire had raved about on my first day. If this morning’s breakfast was any indication, many people weren’t coming out of their rooms unless they were on shift, so perhaps there would be cancellation spots available. “Go help Ronnie. Using your hands will make you feel better.”
Will grinned and moved closer, his hot breath brushing the shell of my ear as he whispered, “I have better things to use my hands on than servers.”
I shoved him back and swatted at him with the pillow. “Get out of here before Ronnie changes his mind about wanting your help.”
Will dodged the pillow, then gave me a quick peck on the cheek before turning to Ronnie. “Sorry, but I’m not leaving Brie’s side for the foreseeable future.”
“Fuck,” Ronnie muttered. “Can’t blame a guy for trying.”
Will walked him to the door, then returned to crouch in front of me. “Are you trying to get rid of me already?”
Guilt swirled around my chest—he loved working in the data center, and he was giving that up for me—but gratitude pushed it aside. Because honestly? Ididneed him. “What I really need is a nap. I’m sorry if you had other plans, but?—”
“Say no more.” He stood, kissed me on the temple, and pulled back the covers. “Just promise I can hold you through it.”
“I can’t think of anything I want more.”
Chapter 45
Will
Brie’s nailsdug into my shoulders as I drove deeper, watching her face transform with each thrust. Her legs tightened around my waist, urging me closer, deeper. She moaned, “God, Will, that’s it. Right there.”
How was any of this real?
We’d arrived home last night and collapsed into bed at my place. Part of me had worried she’d change her mind once we were home, but she hadn’t. Instead, after years of wanting her, after everything we’d been through, she was mine. Completely and utterly mine.
I slowed my pace, drawing out each movement, memorizing every sensation—the silken heat of her, the catch in her breath when I hit the right spot, the way her eyes darkened when they locked with mine. I’d dreamed of this for so long, I still needed to convince myself it wasn’t just another fantasy.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered, her fingers threading through my hair, pulling me down for a kiss that made my heart stutter.
Her tongue slid against mine as we writhed together, her body responding to mine with a familiarity that belied how new this still was between us. When we broke apart, her smile wasuninhibited, open in a way she never was with anyone else. Despite the horror she’d endured only three days ago, with me, she was happy.
“I won’t stop,” I promised, my voice rougher than I expected. “Not ever again.”
The double meaning wasn’t lost on her. Her eyes softened for a moment before darkening with renewed desire.
“Harder,” she demanded, her fingers digging into my back.
The command shot straight through me. I withdrew almost completely before thrusting back in with enough force to make the headboard knock against the wall. Brie’s gasp sent electricity down my spine.
“That’s it, love,” I encouraged, pulling out and flipping her over in one fluid motion.
She went willingly, rising to her hands and knees as I positioned myself behind her. This angle let me go deeper, and when I entered her again, we both groaned at the sensation. I gripped her hips, pulling her back against me to meet each thrust, watching the graceful arch of her spine, the way her hair tumbled over her shoulders.
This was Brie—brilliant, guarded, extraordinary Brie—coming completely undone because of me. Because of us. The knowledge was as intoxicating as the physical sensations overwhelming my body.
She shifted her weight, supporting herself on one elbow, while her other arm disappeared beneath her. The knowledge that she was touching herself while I was inside her, taking control of her own pleasure, made my heart race even faster.
