Page 66 of Entangled

I still, not even breathing as I tilt my head back to look at him, any lingering sleepiness instantly gone at his words. “And you’re not going?”

He nods in confirmation. “And I’m not going.”

“Why?”

The question is soft, pulled from some deep part of me that I’ve never allowed voice to until now.

“Because, it would be at least a couple months long and,” He brings his thumb up and runs it along my bottom lip. “There’s this girl I like and… I’m not done with her.”

“Oh.” My stomach is a swirl of nerves, the implications of this too much to process after just waking.

His lips pull up a bit on one side in a half smile. “Yeah, oh.”

“Can you really just do that? Not take the job?”

“It’s a contract-based company, so technically I can.”

“But what about like money? Or… I don’t know, job security?”

“I have enough saved up that missing out for a while isn’t going to hurt me and besides… it’s done.”

“Oh.”

“Your eloquence this morning is overwhelming.”

I reach my hand up and tug at the hair on the back of his head in reprimand. “Guess you better hope that picture goes for more than a few grand.”

That savage grin flashes on his face as he dips his head to mine. “Right now… I’m feeling pretty confident.”

The kiss is as deep and demanding as usual, branding, as if we’re both scared every moment with each other will be our last. I feel him harden against me and hitch my leg higher on his hip, opening up myself as much as possible, already slick with need. He grinds against me and I breathe a moan into our kiss as his hand drops to the front of my panties, nudging the fabric aside and plunging two fingers into me.

He groans into my mouth and breaks the kiss, dipping his head to my neck and sucking the skin into his mouth. Hard.

He presses his lips to the spot in a soft kiss. “Always so fucking wet for me.”

“Always fucking leaving marks on me.”

I dig my nails in, scraping them up his back in warning and his answering chuckle is pure insolence as he brings his thumb down on my clit, causing my whole body to jerk against his in search of more. He lifts his head and looks down at me with heated eyes, continuing to roll my clit under his thumb as he speaks.

“Come with me today?”

“Uh—” I gasp as he pumps his fingers inside of me lazily. “To San Jose?”

“Yeah.” He dips his head to my chest and drags my tank top–covered nipple through his teeth gently. “Alec is an ass but he’s also a good friend of mine.” He moves his head to my other nipple, giving it the same attention and I grind my pussy against his hand in response. “And he wants to meet you.”

My hips still, and he sighs, lifting his head back up to mine. “You told him about me?”

“Yes, Princess.” He presses a soft kiss to my lips. “He asked why I was passing on the job so I told him about you.”

“Oh.”

“There’s that eloquence again.” His full lips ghost up, eyes amused. “You told your friend about me too, right?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Okay, so stop freaking out about it.”

He shrugs his shoulder nonchalantly and starts to play with me again, thrusting his fingers inside of me and dipping his lips to mine. And although some part of me whispers that this isn’t the same thing, I decide to ignore the unease skirting up my spine in pursuit of more pleasurable things. Pushing at his massive shoulders, I roll him onto his back, bracing myself above him as his fingers slip from me and he moves his hand around to grip my ass.

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