Page 53 of Drunk on You

She stops at her room, but I keep going with her luggage to my room.

“Um, hello? You passed my room,” she calls after me. “Did you forget where my room was?”

She tries to grab her luggage, but I step in front of it so she can’t get to it.

“What the hell are you doing, Julian?” she accuses. “I’m tired, and I need to unpack, shower, and get some sleep.”

“And you can do that,” I tell her, knowing damn well what I’m about to say next is going to have her flippin’ her shit. “In here.”

As my words sink in, her eyes widen, and her features morph from annoyed and exhausted to downright frightened.

“Julian,” she whispers, “what the hell are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. We just spent the past several nights in the same bed. There’s no way in hell I’m going back to sleeping without you.”

“All my stuff is in the other room.”

“That can be fixed.” I shrug. “But tomorrow because I’m exhausted too. I want to shower, fuck you in my bed, and then pass out with you next to me.”

“I’m not sharing a bed with you.”

“Why?”

“Because … because that’s too … much!”

“Red,” I deadpan, “I’ve been fucking you for days, in every hole, until we both passed out every night with you in my arms and your body wrapped around mine.”

She stares at me like I’ve grown two heads, completely speechless, so I use that moment to pick her up and carry her to the bathroom.

This is the moment when most couples would have a conversation. They would discuss what they were to each other, admit they’d fallen for each other, and slap a label on the relationship.

But with Ana, things need to be done differently. Laying a claim to her will send her ass running. Giving us a label will scare the hell out of her. She’ll question and second-guess everything.

So, instead, I’m not going to say shit. I’m going to show her every day how good we are together, and when the time comes for her dad to pick one of us to take over, we’ll deal with it then. I want the CEO position, but for the first time, I also want something more. And if I have it my way, I’ll get to have them both.

“Julian, what are you doing?” Ana gasps when I set her on the counter and turn the water on.

Because we’re both tired, I carry her into the shower with me and rinse the day off both of us quickly.

We dry off, and since we didn’t bring any clothes into the bathroom, we wrap our towels around us and head back out to the bedroom.

I see the determined glint in her eyes, ready to bolt out the door to her room, so I cut her off before she can make it out.

“Julian, I’m …”

Her words trail off when I rip the towel off her body and then toss her onto my mattress.

Tugging my towel off as well, I climb up onto the bed and part her thighs.

With one hand on either side of her face, I rain kisses along her dewy, heated flesh. She smells like my body wash, and the caveman in me fucking loves it.

“Should I drag it out by playing with each part of your gorgeous body?” I ask, leaning down and taking a nipple between my teeth. I tug on it hard enough to make her cry out and then release it. “Or should I go straight to making you scream my name?”

I scoot down the bed and spread her thighs wider, giving me the perfect view of her cleanly shaven pussy.

“Which one?” I ask, raising a questioning brow.

“Just hurry up and make me come,” she demands, thinking that she’s punishing me by pushing things along since she’s mad that I’m holding her hostage in my room.

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