Page 63 of Wright Kind of Trouble

I’d wait forever.

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Chase

Well…

Fuck.

I hadn’t intended to fuck her.

I told myself I wouldn’t.

Then, we were strolling along. I had her hand in mine. The entire world felt peaceful and perfect and just…right. Like we should have been doing this all along. Even though I knew we couldn’t.

That we shouldn’t be doing any of it at all.

But I was a sucker.

And I was lost to her.

I’d missed the fuck out of her when she was in London. I’d told her to go. I’d told her to live her life there, and I assumed she had. I was sure that she’d met some London boy. I was jealous of every moment.

A feeling that I knew was wrong to feel.

When I’d found out she was returning to Seattle and not Lubbock, I’d decided, without a second thought, that I had to see her. Sure, I was visiting Curt. I hadn’t seen him in ages. His wife and kids were incredible, but I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t for her.

Now, my cock was inside of her, and she was panting breathlessly under my body, and I couldn’t regret it.

Wouldn’t regret it.

But I didn’t know what the fuck I was going to do now.

“Harley…”

She pushed her lips against mine again, breathing the words, “Let’s just enjoy it.”

So, I gave up.

I would enjoy it. For as long as I could.

I withdrew from her body. We both righted our clothing. Neither of us able to contain the smiles on our faces. I wanted nothing more than to take her to my hotel and spend the rest of the weekend buried between her legs.

Unfortunately, I’d made plans with Curt because I was sure I could resist her. I’d been wrong. So very wrong.

So I had to drive her home.

“You could come to dinner,” I blurted out once we were in the car.

Her eyes widened. “With your friend?”

“Yeah. His wife is coming.”

“Oh shit, I was going to have movie night with Mom.” She bit her bottom lip and then said slowly, “I could cancel?”

“Don’t cancel on your mom,” I said automatically.

“I didn’t think we’d…that this was…” She trailed off.

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