Page 20 of Secret Bump

He doesn’t go straight to that inevitable conclusion, though. He just holds me against him, his erection softening but still lodged in my entrance.

When he finally slips out, I curl up, pulling my legs together to hold his gift inside me. He turns me on his lap and wraps his arms around me, tucking my head against his chest.

I can hear his heartbeat thudding heavily against my cheek. It’s so loud, I don’t notice the limo coming to a stop.

“We’re here,” he rumbles.

I startle, but he keeps me pinned against him, wrapped up in a tight ball.

He exhales roughly. “Isabelle…”

Here it comes. The rejection. The let down. The explanation that once again, it was a mistake to almost fuck me.

“I wasn’t sure how to do this,” he continues.

“Stop,” I whisper.

I wrench myself free of his grasp and push off of his lap.

He watches me scurry to the other seat.

I try to ignore how wet I am between my legs. That’s not just me. That’s both of us, mingled together.

And now we have a meeting. Oh my God.

“It’s fine,” I manage to say. “Whatever it is you’re going to say…but maybe it can wait until after we get through…” I gesture at the window without looking outside. “This.”

“This?” His thick eyebrows lift.

I frown. “Whatever it is we’re doing here. Whatever you suddenly needed me at your side for, after three months of ignoring me. Because let me tell you, Mr. Emerson?—”

“Mack,” he interjects.

I ignore that, my heart squeezing. “It won’t be so easy to ignore me for the next three months.”

And definitely not for the three after that, but that’s getting us dangerously close to having to talk about those consequences.

After the meeting.

I flick a glance at his wet cock, long and thick and veiny. No wonder that thing can’t fit inside me properly. It’s massive.

My thighs tremble all over again as my body remembers how good he feels, though.

“Better zip up,” I say lightly. “Meeting time.”

The second his hands are busy with his fly, I move to the door, pushing it open.

But as soon as I stumble out of the limo, I come to a confused halt, because instead of another glittering office tower soaring into the sky, we’re parked in front of a three-story brick building in the middle of the original downtown, a historic neighborhood with a lot of foot traffic.

The front windows on the ground floor are decorated with bunting and temporary grease marker letters happily announce that the store is opening soon.

Heart in my throat, I lift my head. An elegant sign is hanging above the entrance. Bright Books, it says, which is so, so strange, because that’s my last name.

Chapter 12

Mack

Isabelle doesn’t noticethat I get out of the limo, too. I stand behind her, waiting for any reaction, waiting for her to process what I’ve done.

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