Page 85 of Somewhere You Belong

“Sounds stressful.”

She finally turns to me and says, “It is, but we’ve proven ourselves to him. If he wants to walk, I can’t stop him. But I also know that he’d probably feel better if he heard from me directly.” She looks out the front window at the house. “This would be easier if I were there.”

“Working remotely makes this kind of thing difficult, doesn’t it?”

“Yes and no. I could have called him this week and touched base with him about everything, but I trust my team, and I’m trying to take a step back. I was waiting to contact him instead of trying to ease his nerves before it got to this point.” She looks back at me now. “Part of my coming down here was to help remind myself that I don’t have to work twenty-four seven. Now it’s coming back to bite me.”

I reach for her hand again. “Look, there’s nothing you can do tonight. It sounds like your assistant is handling it, and you’ll talk to him tomorrow. But you are right—you shouldn’t work twenty-four seven. You have to make time for fun, Goose.”

“Like the kind of fun we had tonight?”

“You talk like that fun is over.”

The corner of her mouth lifts. “You’re right. It’s not over yet.”

A groan escapes my lips as I cup the side of her face and lean closer to her. “No, Willow. It most certainly is not.” I bring her lips to mine again. “Now, you might be the boss in the boardroom, but I’m your boss in the bedroom. Got it?”

She licks her lips and says, “Yes, sir.”

Groaning in appreciation, my dick presses against the seam of my jeans as I climb out of the car and go around to open her door for her, leading her up to the front porch. Luckily, the geese are nowhere to be found. But when my eyes land on the scarecrow in the sand, I can’t help but chuckle at how far we’ve come since then.

“What are you laughing about?” she asks as I shut the door behind us, flipping the lock.

“Just remembering the first time I saw you on that porch, fighting off geese.”

She puts her purse on the counter and turns to me. “Those birds were out for blood, I’m telling you.”

My feet carry me over to her so I can wrap my arms around her waist. “Good thing I was here that day then, huh?”

“Oh, you mean when you were begging me to let you inside so they didn’t eat you too?”

I tip her chin up with my fingers. “I was a desperate man in many ways that day.”

“And now?” Her eyes bounce back and forth between mine. “Now what kind of man are you?”

“The kind who’s going to own every inch of your body, baby. And the whole street will know because you’ll be screaming for God to help you.”

We lunge for each other at the same time, Willow jumping up into my arms, securing her legs around my waist. Our kisses are frantic, carnal, full of energy, need, and want.

With our mouths still connected, I head for the stairs, moving slowly to keep my balance but also because Willow moves her mouth to my neck once more, biting my skin and clawing at my back with her nails.

“Fuck.”

“Hurry, Dallas.”

When I step into her room, the moonlight has cast the entire space in an ethereal glow, showcasing its brightness through the open window, highlighting the waves of the ocean in the distance.

I cradle Willow’s head and then let us both fall to her bed, covering her with my body as my hands roam her curves. Her dress is hiked up around her waist, giving me access to her silky thighs and her bare ass that I squeeze with my hand.

“Please.” She rubs herself along my length covered by my jeans, seeking out friction, and I’m sure she can feel what’s she’s doing to me.My dick has been hard since the moment she opened her door earlier, and his patience is wearing thin.

Pushing myself off her, I stare down at her gorgeous form splayed out on the bed as I undo the buttons on my shirt, one by one.

“Listen to those manners.” I shake my head at her slowly. “Such a good fucking girl. You’re learning.”

She licks her lips and then reaches up to push one of the straps of her dress down before moving to the other. With her other hand, she slides the zipper down along the side of her dress, and then slowly peels the fabric down her torso, exposing her bare chest, soft stomach, and scantily covered pussy to me before tossing the dress to the side.

“You weren’t wearing a bra all night?”

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