Page 36 of The Forever Promise

“Youlookgood.” Bryce eyed me up and down.

“My hair’s soaking wet and I’m wrapped in a towel!”

“Mmm, I know.” He took a step closer, and I took a step back.

“We have to get ready! We have dinner reservations in an hour. I don’t even have enough time to do my hair.” Still, when he reached for me and pulled me against him—and kissed me—I didn’t resist. It felt so good to be back in his arms.

“Mmm.” He deepened the kiss, and I felt him stiffen against me.

“You’re unbelievable.” I laughed and ducked out of his embrace, even though he’d begun to stir something within meagain. “But we have to go! Olivia Jensen has on a group chat. She’s already texted four times to make sure we’re going to be ready.”

“Fine.” Bryce pouted. “But if you don’t let me take you right now, there’s no guarantee that I won’t try to on the boat. And, you know. We’re not supposed to do that.”

“Bryce!”

His erection grew bigger, stretching out his boxer briefs. His gaze was dark, smoldering. “Daddy will make it quick. Anddeep. Just the way you like it.”

“You’re crazy—”

But before I could finish the sentence, he had me in his grasp. His lips were on mine, devouring me. Our tongues connected, and I moaned as zips of electricity shot to my core. I was already wet again, so wet and aching.

He snatched the towel and tossed it, leaving my skin bare. “That’s what I’m talking about,” he growled. He whipped me around so I faced the bed, then gently bent me over so my chest was pressed against the mattress, my ass up in the air. “Fuck, Chloe—you’re gorgeous. How am I supposed to keep my dick out of you, huh?”

He spread my legs a little and immediately slid his rock-hard length inside me, filling me. I was sore, but the pain only added to the onslaught of incredible sensations. Bryce immediately started pounding into me—his strokes were urgent, as though he couldn’t get enough, and I fucking loved it. I felt the same way. I wanted him hard, fast, deep. He was out of his mind, and it meant something to me.Idid this to him. He wantedme. He couldn’t stay away from me. We’d made love so many times it hurt, and yet, we both wanted more.

Take me. Own me. Possess me.I’m yours.

I was sore, but the pleasure overrode it. He was responsible for the pleasure and the pain. As a result, I loved them both.

He drove hard; in this position, he stroked me so deep it was insane. Bryce was huge, filling every inch of me. I couldn’t think. All I could do was hold on for dear life as he pounded me, and another orgasm built deep inside. My eyes rolled back in my head. He reached around and pinched my swollen, sore clit. “I’m not going to last long like this, babe. Come for me.Now.”

My only answer was to cry out again as everything inside me shattered.

“Yes. Fuck yes.”He put his hands on my hips and rode me hard, slamming into me as I unraveled, my pussy gripping him, greedy for more. His orgasm chased mine—he exploded inside me, making me see stars.

“What’re you doing to me, babe?” He rested his forehead against my back.

I couldn’t respond, I couldn’t speak; he’d literally fucked me senseless. We collapsed on the bed together, and he wrapped me in his arms. Just as we started drifting off, our phones started beeping.

Bryce squinted at his phone. “Fuck you, Olivia Jensen. My wife and I need time alone.”

I couldn’t help it—I laughed. “We have to get going. If there are pictures of us going all over the internet, we can’t look like this.” I motioned to our sweaty heap of entangled limbs. My hair was wet and matted; Midge was going to have a fit. “Must. Get. Dressed.”

He captured my hand with his. “Thank you for a nice afternoon.”

A wave of emotion passed through me; I pushed it down. “Thankyou. And you did well—you barely talked.” I winked at him.

“I think I mostly said the word’ fuck.’” He laughed. “Sorry about that.”

“Don’t be.” I squeezed his hand and then got up from the bed. I had twenty minutes to look like a decent human being. Wasn’t the restaurant where all of Bryce’s circle dined? If there was any chance in hell we might see Felicia Jones while we were out, I needed to look semi-decent. With that in mind, I threw on a bathrobe and hustled to my old bedroom to get dressed.

Did I imagine it, or did Bryce look a little forlorn when I left?

A glimmer of hope bloomed in my chest.Stop it, Chlo.What was the extensive discussion I’d had with myself earlier? Sex isn’t love. We’d had sex all afternoon—hell, we’d been going at it all day—but that didn’t mean Bryce was in love with me. It meant he owned my ass. Hell, he’d paid millions of dollars for it!

“What on earth happened to you?” Midge eyed me up and down. “You’re a mess! Oh!” She clapped a hand over her mouth. “You look like you’ve hadall the make-up sex known to humankind.Was it amazing? Are you two all better? Do we seriously only have fifteen frickin’ minutes to do your hair?” She dragged me into the bathroom and shoved me into the makeup chair.

“Gah, you have got to be kidding me with this rat’s nest!” She started detangling the snarls with a big brush. “Talk while I work. Seriously Chloe, spill it!”

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