Page 128 of The Promise Of You

“Like I said, I’m very impressed,” Johnson says to me. “I’d like to meet with you as soon as possible. I’ll email you.” He turns to Justin, then back to me. “Enjoy your dinner.”

“Wow,” I say when he’s gone.

“To great beginnings!” Justin lifts his glass to me. “But—need to set something straight.” He pauses, and we both take a sip.

“Hmm?” The bubbles hit my palate.

“Got all your bookkeeping done?”

“Um… that would be a no. But getting there.”

He sets his glass down and shifts in his chair. “I get why you kept this from me, Clo. You’re too proud for your own good. But now, it’s you and me together. No more secrets. No more going behind my back to fight your own battles.” He twines our fingers together, his gaze somber. “I mean it.”

“Kay,” I say softly.

“Promise me.”

My heart ba-booms as he looks deeply into my eyes, squeezes my hand. “I promise.”

“You and me together, Clover.”

Oh god. This man. How did I go through life without him?

After dinner, we go down to the room with a live band and sway to the music. Justin nuzzles my neck. “I missed you last night,” he says.

“Missed you too, baby. I still have a lot to do,” I warn him. Starting with bookkeeping.

“You’re not doing any work tonight.”

I smile coyly at him. “That right?”

He sets his hand on my ass, pulling me to his erection. “That feel right to you?”

I giggle, looking around us self-consciously.

“What?” He licks my earlobe. “You got a problem with how hard you’re making me?” He trails his tongue down my neck, making me laugh softly. I bend in his arms and press myself against him even more. “I see you don’t,” he growls, moving his tongue across my jawline, nibbling at my lower lip.

“Love the pass!” someone near us cries in my ear. “Got one for me and my girlfriend, and one for my parents.” Should I know who they are? I beam at them, feeling so good about myself. People know me! “Catch you later, Justin!”

Or rather, they know who Justin’s girlfriend is. And that’s quite alright by me. I give him a huge grin. I’m so happy my cheeks hurt.

The beats of the music engulf us, and I let Justin take the lead. Turns out, he’s an awesome dancer. “How come this is the first time we’ve danced together?” I ask as he pulls me back into him after twirling me around his finger. He steps away from me, our fingers connected tightly, and brings me into an underarm turn, then alternates twists and turns until my head spins, and he brings me back into his chest. “Because we’re trying to take some things slow,” he says, laughing.

That’s the only thing we take slow. Moose is at Justin’s, so that’s where we’re headed after The Growler. We’re barely past the door before we claw at each other’s clothes. All that dancing was enough foreplay for me. A whole evening of rubbing against each other, holding each other, necking. Justin’s hungry gaze on me almost makes me come.

There were a lot of women eying him, and I can’t blame them. But Justin’s gaze was only for me. A couple of women talked to him when he went to the bar to get us after-dinner drinks, and he barely responded. I wasn’t jealous or worried. But damn it’s good to feel secure in a relationship. I never felt that way with Tucker. Now I know why. I just didn’t know how you were supposed to feel when your partner is reliable.

We’re on his bed, naked, a trail of clothes in the living space, Justin’s face between my legs, his amazing tongue doing a slow pass. I feel my clit pulse. “Babe, please, just take me.” He lifts himself and turns me over, and I find myself with my head pressed into the bed, my arms outstretched, my ass in the air, and Justin entering me. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me.” He gives me a slow inside stroke. “Ah fuck, Clover, you have no idea how good you feel.”

He feels awesome, his dick stretching my inside, rubbing my spot, his hands at my waist pulling me to him. I’m close to coming. “Harder,” I wail.

He pounds me one, two, three, times, and I come undone, shaking under him as he grunts and stills. I feel him pulsate inside me, his hands clenching at my waist. Claiming me.

Then he plops onto his back and pulls me to his side and we catch our breaths.

Exhausted by my previous night with almost no sleep, the excitement of today, tonight’s partying followed by awesome sex, I try to resist the weight of my eyelids but can’t. I fall asleep against him, listening to his heartbeat.

Then I wake up to his cock pulsing against my thigh as he says, “Babe, there’s something I need to tell you.” His hand is playing with my hair, and it’s the most delicious feeling. I’m not sure I want to break this moment. I keep my eyes closed and snuggle deeper into him. “Clover, we need to talk.”

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