“Hope they’re to your liking,” Lachlan said as he set my plate in front of me, then sat beside me.
I snapped my gaze to his, forcing out a smile, hoping he didn’t pick up on the ache in my heart at just how perfect this was.
And how fleeting it had to be.
“Thank you for this. It’s… It’s really sweet. I’m usually the one in the kitchen. It’s nice to have a break from reality.”
“That’s what I’m here for.” He smiled. “To give you a much-needed break from reality.” He held my gaze for a moment, then turned his attention to his eggs.
As we ate, our conversation remained light and easy, despite the warring emotions in my heart. I asked what he planned to do during the day, to which he said he intended to go to Nikko’s, since he had a home gym that Lachlan needed to take advantage of in order to maintain his conditioning. And I told him all about my influencer meetings this morning, followed by a book signing in Waikiki later this afternoon.
“Sounds like a busy day.”
“It sure does,” I responded, floating my eyes to the clock.
Upon spying the time, I jumped to my feet. “Shit. My driver’s probably already out front.” I smoothed a hand down my dress. “I hate being late.”
“I’ll clean up around here before I head out.” He stood. “What time should I come by tonight?”
“I think my book signing is from four to six, so maybe around seven?”
“Seven it is.” He leaned toward me, his lips warm against mine.
With just a simple touch, I couldn’t help but hunger for more.
“Seven seems so far away,” I murmured.
“Then I’ll just have to give you something to hold you over until then.” Cupping my head, he pulled me toward him, coaxing my mouth open, his kiss sweet, yet exhilarating at the same time.
“Halle-fucking-lujah!”
At the sound of Naomi’s voice, I inhaled sharply and jumped away from Lachlan, wiping my mouth in a lackluster attempt to hide the fact she’d caught us making out.
“Oh, stop. It was only a kiss. Now, if I’d walked in on him going down on you, things might be a bit more awkward.”
Not missing a beat, she turned her attention to the man at my side.
“Lachlan. Good to see you again. And to call you by your real name. Assuming you two talked last night and didn’t just screw until God knows when.” She didn’t give me a chance to respond before continuing. “And can I take a moment to give you a fucking round of applause?” She clapped slowly. “Seven orgasms? That is damn impressive. You should include that in your baseball stats. ERA. RBI. Who the fuck cares? OAN is much more important.”
“OAN?” he asked, confused, seemingly unsure how to handle Naomi.
Welcome to the club.
All I could do was shrug. Naomi was, well… Naomi.
“Orgasm a night.”
“I, uh… I’m not sure what to say.”
“She’s not wrong.” I edged toward him. “Seven orgasms in one night is damn impressive.”
“True.” His lips brushed against mine. “And eight was even more so, wasn’t it?”
“It certainly was,” I admitted, body sparking to life yet again as his mouth moved with mine in a tender kiss.
“Eight!” Naomi shrieked. “You’ve got to be kidding me!”
I laughed against Lachlan’s mouth, then pulled back.