Page 73 of Worth the Risk

Taylor

“What?” Austin’s eyes grow wide and for a second, I panic.

Oh shit, I shouldn’t have said it out loud. He doesn’t feel the same. It was just a fantasy.

“Say it again,” he says, sitting up while pulling me closer to him.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“You think?” He smirks, his cock twitching, still inside me.

“Maybe.” I shrug, attempting to start untangling myself from him.

“Don’t you dare.” He tugs me back down onto his lap.

“Oh,” I half groan, half giggle at the sensation. “And what about you, Mr. Harrington?” I hold my breath, as if I don’t already know what he’s going to say.

“I’ve been in love with you since the second I saw you. But you—” He’s kissing me. “You’re in love with me.” He repeats the phrase over and over again while his lips do deliciously naughty things to my neck, breasts, and lips.

“I have a surprise.” I wince as lift myself off him.

“I’m not sure anything can top this.” He leans back, disheveled, undone and looking so completely sexy I want nothing more than to climb on top of him again. But I’m not sure my hips or vagina can handle another vigorous pounding from Austin.

“It’s silly. Maybe I shouldn’t have said surprise.” I grab my phone from my desk, opening it to the social media app that started this entire thing. When I open it, I can already see the dozens of alerts at the bottom. My stomach drops and I suddenly question if this was a good idea.

“What?” He cocks his head curiously as he finishes redressing himself.

“Here.” I hand it to him. He takes my phone, looking down at the screen.

“You posted the kiss.” He smiles. “What made you change your mind?”

I shrug. “I dunno. I guess I just wanted to give the people a happy ending to the story.”

“Ending?” He pulls me next to him, back down on the couch. “This isn’t the end of our story, is it?”

I don’t answer him. Instead, we both read over the comments, laughing, blushing, and even blocking and deleting a few super creepy people.

“So, Friday night…” I look up at him, both of us still lounging on my office couch. “What should we do?”

“You know what I would really like to do?” He tips my chin up. “Take you out on an actual date.”

“Taylor?”

I lift my head to see Mia standing in my doorway.

“Hey.” I’m surprised to see her here and confused. “What are you doing here?”

My brain is still a jumbled, sex-laden mess after floating through the weekend. Between the date Friday night, lazy mornings in bed after hours of lovemaking, and a late brunch on Sunday, I’m not sure my feet will ever touch the ground again.

“I know this is super random and unexpected, but I wanted to say hi.”

“Yeah, of course.” I stand, motioning for her to come into my office. “Is everything okay?” My stomach flips, all of those panicked thoughts I’ve pushed aside ready to take flight.

“Totally.” She smiles and I feel my shoulders relax. “I just wanted to let you know, I’m a girl’s girl. I would never do anything to make you not trust Austin and I’d certainly never put you in a position to worry.”

“Okaaay, kind of freaking me out here.” I laugh nervously.

“Sorry, I’m making this worse. I just wanted to say that Austin and I never slept together. We never even kissed or came close to it.” She lets out an audible sigh. “Sorry, I know that was blunt. I just didn’t know how to say it and I didn’t want you worried that there was ever anything that you didn’t know about.”

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