Page 889 of One More Kiss

So they could get to dessert.

As soon as he set his fork down, and she did the same, he yanked his chair out so hard it fell to the floor. She stood and he rushed to her side, picking her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to the bed. Her hands tore at his clothes, but he caught them in his and held them above her head.

“Stop. Slow down. We have all night. No hurries.”

But Lu realized this could be their last night together.

If Max was fired would he leave Asheville—and her—behind? Would she go with him?

Would he ask her to?

She decided to save herself from the hurt of such rejection.

“Let’s leave, Max. Resign, both of us. Go somewhere. New York, Paris…I’ve always wanted to go to Paris. Tonight.” She scrambled out from under him and found a pen and notepad on a desk in the corner of the room. She scribbled out her resignation letter then handed the writing implements to him. “Here. Write out your resignation to Dean Clark, and I’ll go home and pack and we can slip them under his door and go…”

He pushed off of the bed and took the paper and pen from her hands, putting them down on the nightstand before wrapping his arms around her. “No. I’m fighting. I have everything I want here. My job, my dignity, you. I want to stay here, and I’m not leaving any of this without a fight. No more running. That’s what I did months ago, and you see how well that worked. My problem followed me here. Now I fight it.”

“With me?” she choked out.

“With you. I want you at my side tomorrow. Betty can take over your class, or you can cancel…”

“Consider it done. There’s nowhere else I would rather be.”

“Good. Now will you do something else for me?”

“Be quiet, so I can make love to you in this really pricey hotel room, on these decadently expensive sheets.”

“And on the priceless antique rug?” She pointed toward the fireplace.

“Yes, on the antique rug, and on top of the ancient desk, and in the cast-iron tub, and anywhere else you want.”

“Then do me a favor, will you?”

“Anything.” He screwed up his face. “I think.”

“Shut up and love me like there’s no tomorrow.”

* * *

She didn’t needto ask him for that twice. He turned her away from him, slid his arms around her and cupped her high, firm breasts in his hands, massaging and kneading until she rubbed her beautiful bottom against his engorged cock. It hurt, but so, so good. The discomfort was worth the pleasure he pulled from her, worth the moans rumbling from deep within her body. She practically vibrated under his hands, and he well understood the spell she was under.

Though she might say he was the spell caster, she would be wrong. He was completely and utterly bewitched from the moment he’d spotted her in those cherry-red shoes, with those cherry-red lips that morning not so long ago.

She leaned over the bed, offering herself to him, looking over her shoulder as she had in his dreams. “Take me,” she said in his imagination. She didn’t speak the words now, but she didn’t have to.

He yanked his shirt over his head, pulled off his glasses. Pushing his hair out of his eyes, and then unfastening his pants. To his frustration, she’d spent those precious moments watching him instead of disrobing, so he finished the job for her.

“Appreciation” was not a strong enough word to describe what surged through him as he peeled off her clothes and she lifted her ass again for him.

He clasped a hand over one cheek, and then the other. This was a masterpiece of near-perfection. Even the birthmark spreading from the small of her back to the middle of one cheek was striking, making him want to bury his head there and lick every inch of her.

“Lu?” He trailed a finger from her ass, between her legs, and to the wet spot awaiting him.

“Mmmmmmm?”

“You have the most amazing bottom I’ve ever seen.”

“Really? How many have you seen?” she asked, on a moan as he slipped a finger, and then another inside.

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