Page 40 of Hating the Book Boyfriend

My breath catches as I hold the eyes of the man I want to spend forever with. How could I have been so impetuous? I could kick myself for not realizing sooner that this man never would have done half the things he has since I bulldozed my way into his life had he not wanted to. I blindly followed my insecurity instead of listening to my heart; now it might be too late.

He sets my foot down as he stands, and I grab his hand. "Colton, I'm sorry. I should have told you. It's like you said about our past, you can't change what was growing up, just like I can't rewind and tell you about the other me, but I promise I never thought it would hurt you." My hopeful eyes search his looking for some tell that he believes me, some shred of evidence that forgiving me isn't off the table. Those eyes, the ones I've spent hours staring into, say nothing, but the tick in his jaw tells me he's biting his tongue. So I give him something he can't ignore. "Maybe sorry isn't enough, but how about I love you? I love you so damn much," I drop my head at the thought of how thatadmission might be too little too late. "I messed up. I'm not too prideful to admit when I'm wrong, but I promise I can be better. I can change?—"

His fingers tilt my chin up so that my eyes are pinned on his. "Never change, Posey, not for me, not for anyone. The only girl I've ever loved is perfect just the way she is." His hand moves to the side of my face as his thumb brushes my cheek. "But there is one thing…" he draws off.

My hand covers his. "Name it."

"I want to change your last name."

I'm off the couch, standing in front of him before he can take back the words. "Are you asking?" I say as my hands knot in his shirt.

"No," he says matter-of-factly his hands now cradling my face. "I just found out my girl writes romance books. That means I need to nail an epic proposal so I get a book."

"You're already a book."

He shakes his head. "Not possible."

"You're an expert now?” My forehead pinches. “Who are you to tell me what we have isn't already storybook?"

His arm drops around my waist, and he pulls me close. "Easy. We haven't had makeup sex yet."

I bite the inside of my cheek to hold back my smile. "Then I guess you better shut up and kiss me—" His lips are on mine in a claiming kiss that brands me more than taking his last name ever could. I feel him everywhere. He may have started out as my brother's best friend, off-limits, forbidden, my enemy, but everyone knows the only thing capable of transforming an enemy into a lover is love itself. Any insecurity and uncertainty fall away when I'm in his arms, but I'm not done repenting. I push him back, and his wild eyes connect with mine in question. "I'm not done asking for forgiveness," I say as my hands drop to his belt. He doesn't say a word as I kiss his jaw before freeinghim from his boxers and stroking him from root to tip. I fall to my knees and kiss his tip before sucking his head into my mouth.

"Fuck, Posey…" He hisses as I circle my tongue around his crown, making him flinch in my mouth before I suck him down to his base. His hand falls to the back of my head and twists in my hair as he uses my head to lead. I revel in him taking what he wants. He shoves his length down my throat in three long strokes before saying, "Get up, baby. As much as I love seeing you on your knees with your hot little mouth wrapped around my cock. You wanted make-up sex, and I wouldn't mind punishing you for driving me crazy since the day I met you." He helps me up. "Take your pants off," he commands before nodding toward the tree. "Then go over there and put that ass up for me. I want my Christmas present early this year."

I do as he says, knowing I want whatever he's offering. I lay my head on the plush white wool rug beside the Christmas tree and bring my knees under me, vulnerably exposing myself to him. However, I get slightly nervous when I hear rustling at my back. “What are you doing?"

The tree shakes as he pulls a strand of white ribbon from the branches. "Making sure you can't run."

"Run?" I question, distressed, until suddenly his hot tongue is licking me straight up my center. "Mmm," I moan as his tongue dips inside of me, the sensation gone all too soon as he pulls out before trailing all the way up my rear, making me blush.

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes," I answer without hesitation.

"Good girl," he praises before saying, "Close your legs." I hesitate, and he slaps my ass. "Now!” He barks, before his tone drops a few lust filled delicious octaves, and he adds, “I can't give you what you want until you do." I do as instructed, andhis hands grab my ankles before I feel the satin material of the ribbon he ripped off the tree seconds ago wrap around them.

"You're tying me up?"

"Yeah," he tightens the ribbon, and it bites into my skin. "No more running, Posey. You're mine." I feel his legs straddle mine. "Hands," he commands, and as I bring my hands behind my back, I feel his hard length press against my cheeks as he binds my wrists, and I whimper in anticipation. "So greedy," he taunts before tightening the ribbon. His gruff hands skim over my hips, making my body hum before his fingers bite into my sides, and his length slowly runs through my wet folds. "Always ready. Always perfect. Always mine," his voice is husky and shrouded in lust as he showers me in praise right before he thrusts in hard.

"Fuck," I hiss at the sting of the intrusion.

"I'm not sorry, baby. I'm not going to take it easy on you. You fucking broke me." He pulls back and slams in hard again.

He starts a punishing pace, stretching me before I can fully acclimate to his size, and I revel in its bite. He's marking me, claiming me, losing himself to me. But this isn't punishment. This is years of burying his heart. This is his love. His tip hits hard and deep right where I like it, as the ache falls away and morphs into pure bliss. I'm so turned on not only by the scene but the man at my back. Our walls have come down, our hearts have been revealed, and all that's left is our measureless love.

"You're so fucking wet for me," he pants. The sounds of his labored breathing and the way he pulls on my bound wrists with every thrust holding deep have me clenching hard. I'm not going to last, I love this man and he loves me back. I'm on the edge of letting go when the sound of a car door slamming outside has him pausing.

"Are the renters here?" I screech. Unable to move, I say, "You have to untie me before they see me."

"No one's going to see my wife. I only get to see this. I'll untie you after you come on my cock."

The way he calls me wife, so sure of the future he sees for us, has me losing myself once more as he pumps into me, determined to finish what we started. He drives in deep and hits my spot. He feels good. We feel good. The fear of getting caught morphs into a thrill, and I push back against him. "That's my girl. Take what's yours... Come for me," he grinds out, and I come hard at the same time I feel him shoot ropes of cum deep inside of me. I'm gone, I can't move as I try to come down from the high. I hear his belt, and the next thing I know, I'm in his arms. "Baby," his lips kiss my forehead, and I shut my eyes as he flips a light on. I feel my ass hit a cold countertop before my wrists are untied. "Hey," he coos as he pushes a strand of hair behind my ear, and I finally open my eyes. "God, I love you so much." His lips peck mine. "Get dressed while I handle this." I nod, and he kisses me one more time before exiting the bathroom.

As I leave the bathroom, I hear a man say, "Yeah, my wife is clumsy too. I'm glad you found your horse."

"At least it wasn't a family heirloom. My property manager had overhauled this place to make it more appealing to renters. It was just decoration." Colton catches sight of me entering the main living space. "There's my beautiful wife now." My heart summersaults as my cheeks heat. "Again, sorry for the incident," he says as he dumps the crystal shards into the trash. "Like I said I'll comp your last two weeks for the inconvenience." I join him at his side and he laces his fingers through mine. "We'll get outof your hair now. I hope you and your family enjoy the holiday here."

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