“Don’t…stop…” She tenses against me, her legs straightening, and I growl with the way her pussy suddenly soaks and tightens against my dick. Her eyes snap open to mine, the bedsheets clutched in her hands, and she’s gasping against the pleasure. Her cheeks are pink and the flush descends down her chest.
Though it’s those eyes that get me. They own me.
And I lose myself in them. I drop down on top of her, sliding my hands back up her arms to place them over her head. I tangle my hands with hers, and I keep my rhythm slow but powerful, slapping my pelvis against hers, making her mine right here and now.
She’s safe beneath me. She’s mine to love. She’s mine to claim. And she’s arching against me, bucking and jerking her pleasure, and I ride her hard now until my cock is growing harder. I’m right where I belong. Inside her. My climax hits hard and fast and her inner muscles pull every last drop of cum I have to offer, while I roar my satisfaction.
On the last wave of energy, I switch our positions, her body flat against mine, my dick still pulsating inside her.
She laughs.
I wish I knew what was behind that laugh. Soon I will. Soon I’ll know how this woman thinks and what makes her click. For now, I ask, “What’s on that mind of yours?”
“I’m thinking that we ruined your very nice sheets.”
I chuckle, flipping us onto our sides, pushing the hair off her face. “I imagine in the years to come, we’ll ruin many bedsheets.”
She blinks, her eyes twinkle in orgasmic bliss. “Maybe a couple bed frames, too.”
Breathless, I kiss her forehead. “I will forever endeavor to fuck you hard enough to break bed frames.”
“Well, then”—she leans up, resting her hands on my chest—“that surely sounds like a pretty good happily-ever-after to me.”
She’s playful and light and happy, and I like her like this. But tomorrow we face Jackson, and now that she’s here, in my bed, a sudden intensity fills me. Possessive intensity. “Nothing else ever stands between us again,” I state, stroking her cheek with my knuckles.
Her eyes search mine. “Nothing ever comes between us again.”
And when she seals her mouth across mine, falling perfectly into my kiss, I know for certain, I have what I’ve always wanted.
Her heart.
Epilogue
Aria
“Jackson, I’m with Liam now,” I say sternly, chin lifted, hands on my hips. “You’re either going to have to accept that or you’re going to have to fire me.”
The squeak of a door followed by, “Aria, will you get out here,” echoes in the employee bathroom at Keller LLC.
I sigh at Liam’s firm voice and continue to stare at myself in the mirror above the row of sinks. Okay, so maybe this is way harder than I expected it to be last night. Nerves are fluttering in my belly; my palms are sweaty. “Please be okay with us being together, Jackson. I need you in my life, too.” I say a final plea that this won’t end in an epic disaster and pick up my handbag off the vanity.
I move toward the bathroom door, knowing that Jackson will be here and this conversation will happen.
When I exit the bathroom, I find Liam standing in front of the door, arms crossed over his chest, a big grin on his face. “How was the pep talk, love?”
God, my gaze narrows on his sculpted mouth. All power in a tailored suit. Clean shaven. My belly tightens and sex tingles, I’m so incredibly aware of him when I reply, “Perfectly fine, thank you.” I gesture toward the hallway. “Come on, let’s get this over with.”
Liam chuckles and takes my hand. I can tell he’s enjoying this, and I’m not going to refuse him that right. What Jackson did to him was beyond shitty, and I still intend—not now, of course—to find out why Jackson would be so cruel.
Hand in hand, we move down the hallway. The offices we pass are empty. It’s only eight o’clock in the morning, and while Jackson and I have always started at that time, no one else rolls in until closer to nine o’clock. “You promise to stay quiet and let me do the talking when we’re in there, right?”
“Of course,” Liam says.
I note the little twinkle in his eyes. “And of course, I don’t believe that at all. I’m not even sure why I asked.” I heave a long sigh and stop just outside of Jackson’s office, beginning to wonder if bringing Liam here was the biggest mistake of all. Though he’s right—we need to do this together. “Whatever happens, do not hit him. Promise me that, at least.”
Liam frowns.
“Liam,” I snap.