Page 22 of One Weekend in Greece

Maybe he wanted me to compliment him—ah! I yelp again as I feel another sting. This time, he massages where his hand was and I moan. Biting down on my bottom lip, I push back against him as I allow him to fully control my body. I meet him thrust for thrust, both of us chasing our release.

“You feel incredible.” I sigh. Smack. “What?” I hiss. But secretly, I’m loving this.

“You’re mocking me.”

“This is really starting to sound like a you issue. You’re taking everything I say the wrong way. Defensive much?”

“Despite how obnoxious you’re being, it’s only making me harder.”

“Oh yeah? Gonna spank me again?”

His grin is pure sin. “You like that?”

“Maybe.”

“You can deny it, but I know what you want.”

“And what do I want?”

“Me. All of me. Which is the same thing I want. You. This is ass is mine.” He thrusts harder into me to prove his point. To send the message home, which is well received. He’s right. I do want this. I hope this is real and not a heat-of-the-moment thing. Although, Jakob isn’t the type of man to say anything he doesn’t mean. He’s broody and an asshole, but he doesn’t mince words. He isn’t known for sweet-talking or telling anyone what they want to hear.

I allow his words to push me further. He pumps harder into me as I meet him each way. Our breathing is labored, and it fills the air around us, sounding desperate and needy. Jakob peppers kisses along my back as his strong hands hold me firmly in place.

“Fuck,” he hisses. He keeps moving as his arms are wrapped around me. “Come for me, sweet one. Come for me.”

That’s all it takes. I come so hard that my vision blackens out for a moment. My knees and elbows shake as Jakob thrusts hard and then stills inside me before collapsing against my back.

“I’m going to fuck things up, I know,” he says. “But I need you to know that I’ve always been yours. It’s not just this weekend. I’ve wanted you for years. You deserve more, but if you’re willing to settle for less—as long as it’s me, of course—who am I to tell you what to do?”

With that declaration, my knees and elbows finally give out. I roll over on the bed. Jakob disposes of the condom and then lies down next to me.

“Did you just confess your undying love for me to my back while your dick was going limp inside me?”

Jakob covers his face with his hands. “I told you I’d fuck things up.”

I prop myself up on my side and study him. He’s sober. He seems completely himself. “I’ve dreamt of the day you’d say these things. I imagined a man of your stature would’ve done it more eloquently, yet somehow this works for us. What about Dafni? Is she going to be okay with you having a girlfriend?”

Jakob laughs in surprise. “Are you kidding? She’s ready for you to be her mother. I hope that doesn’t scare you.”

I think back to the photo Vivian captured of us. Warmth spreads throughout my chest. “It doesn’t scare me at all. It gives me hope.”

“I told you that I’m not good at this. Please don’t get your hopes up too much.”

That stings. I push forward and ask, “Do you want any more kids?”

“Depends on who the mother is,” Jakob deadpans.

“Really?”

“Yes. Do you want to be a mother?”

“Yes.” We study each other before I finally say, “Okay.”

“Okay,” he agrees.

Instead of overthinking about everything that has happened since we arrived in Greece, I allow myself to relax in his embrace. We tried to deny each other and failed. This wasn’t something that just happened; it had been years of us being pulled together. Here I was in the most romantic place in the world, with Jakob Petridis holding me in his arms. The biggest smile spreads across my face as my eyes fall shut.

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