Page 19 of Spark of Attraction

I continued my worship of her body until she begged me to “move, damn it.”

Before I could react, her fingers dug deep into my butt and her hips arched beneath me, pulling me deeper inside her. Her pussy clamped around me, pulsing once more. For the life of me, I couldn’t hold off anymore and I let myself go, my own orgasm driving the air from my lungs as I reveled in her heat, her welcome. Her joy.

A weird chime filled the room, waking me from where I lay on my bed, Ellie sprawled across me. Her hair feathered across my skin, tickling me. Her breasts pressed against my chest, making my morning woody rock hard in a heartbeat.

We’d gone three rounds last night before we’d both collapsed, sweaty and fully spent. After the last time, where Ellie had ridden me like she was a prize-winning rodeo cowgirl and I was the bucking bronco who couldn’t be tamed, she’d blown out a deep breath, muttered, “You’re good, Walsh. I think I’ll keep you around,” then slumped beside me, put her head on my shoulder and fallen asleep. As if she’d been sleeping there all her life.

The weird chime sounded again, and Ell muttered, pushed herself up and stared blearily around as if she couldn’t figure out where she was. Then she blinked and gave me the most beautiful smile. “Hey, you.”

I pushed her hair out of her face and lifted myself up to kiss her nose. “Hey, yourself.”

That weird chime sounded again. I frowned and glanced around the room.

“It’s one of my phone alarms,” she announced before settling back in my arms. “Fuck it, it’s Sunday. I can ignore it. If it’s one of my clients, they know they won’t get a response until tomorrow.”

Worked for me. I gestured to my morning woody. “Do you want to go for another round of getting hot and sweaty before we shower together?”

The chime sounded again cutting off her response. She pulled away with a curse. “Shit. It’s Sunday!”

A day neither of us had to work. “Yeah, so?”

“I have brunch with Mom and Josh. That’s what the chime is—my calendar reminder.”

Right, I’d forgotten about the Mason family tradition of Sunday brunches, complete with French toast, waffles, and pancakes, along with a shit-ton of bacon and sausages. My mouth watered at the memory. Then I remembered the significance of today’s brunch. “When you’re telling Josh about us.”

About how I had already broken my promise to keep her at arm’s length. As I held her, loving how she’d felt in my arms, in my bed, I had to admit that if it came to a choice between Josh and Ellie, I knew who I’d choose.

She scrambled off the bed and searched for her clothes. “Yeah, and he’s picking me up in about a half hour…”

“So you need to leave before he discovers you not there and sets out to find you.”

Clutching her discarded clothes to her chest, she nodded slowly. “I’m sorry.”

“No need to be.”

As she dressed, I swung out of bed and gathered my clothes where I’d discarded them. “Maybe I should go with you.”

She paused, straightening with her hands still behind her back as she fastened her bra. Then she shook her head. “No. I think it’s better if it’s just us. You being there might be like taunting him and cause more drama.”

True, but if Josh was going to be an ass—which I’d seen him be in the past—she shouldn’t be the one to face his ire. Josh had his narcissistic moments, his need for control, that I’d learned to ignore, but the idea that he might try to control Ellie, over any of her decisions, set my teeth on edge. Had Ellie accepted Gareth’s control because Josh had trained her it was normal?

Ellie finished fastening her bra and was tugging her shirt over her head as she said, “I can handle Josh. Don’t worry. Plus, Mom will be there to keep him in line.”

I nodded slowly. “All right, but call me and tell me how it went when you get home.”

She promised.

I stopped before I opened her SUV’s door, kissing her long and hard again. “Remember, it’s your life, your decision who you date, or who you don’t.”

She rolled her eyes. “I know. I’ve got this, okay?”

At my grudging nod, she lifted herself on tiptoes and kissed the tip of my nose, then reached around and patted my butt. “How about I come back here after brunch and I can take you up on that shower suggestion?”

I’m no dummy. I agreed. With interest.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

ELLIE

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