Page 118 of Fighting the Pull

But he knew Jamie needed to know about it.

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Early Monday morning,he stopped fucking Elsa’s face, pulled out, and ordered, “Come here.”

She got up to her knees in front of him, and he kissed her deep while he leaned forward, setting her on her back.

Then he buried himself in her hot tight before he returned to his knees, pulling her hips up as he went. He held her steady and watched her take him. That blond hair all over his comforter, those big blue eyes hazy with need, but still locked on him.

“You’re unbelievably fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick.

“You are too,” she replied, her voice husky.

“Arms over your head,” he ordered, then, after she did it, said, “There’s a good girl.”

At his words, her cunt clenched his cock, and she whimpered.

Totally his.

All that beauty,all his.

On this thought, Hale started to fuck her harder, did this until she came, and he kept doing it until he did.

He left her in bed to get rid of the condom and was unsurprised she stayed there and cuddled close when he returned.

She needed to get to work.

He needed to get to the airport.

Neither of them moved.

She was the one who broached it.

“Okay, I was prepared for this, but I’m going on record to declare it still sucks.”

He held her closer and agreed, “Yeah.”

She sighed against his skin.

For long moments, they remained just how they were, to the point Hale wondered if he’d be able to let her go.

It was Elsa who found the strength.

She kissed his jaw, then said, “We can do it. Three weeks, and then I’ll see you in LA.”

He didn’t loosen his grip as he repeated, “Yeah.”

She smiled at him, lifting her hand to his face then smoothing it back into his hair. “I mean, seriously. With you gone, I’m really going to miss Paul.”

Fuck.

This woman.

That was what he needed, they both needed, to break the spell.

For now.

So Hale clutched her close as he busted out laughing.

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