Page 33 of Like You Love Me

“Good answer.” She straddled his lap, guiding him inside, then sank onto him; her mind was a rush of thoughts about how good he felt.

“That’s it,” he coached with a masculine growl of pleasure. “Ride me.”

Her hips picked up speed; their bodies rocked in a perfect rhythm, and Bianca knew it wouldn’t be long. London sucked her breast, swirling his hot mouth around her right nipple before shifting to the left. She curled her fingers around his muscular forearms, using them for leverage while pounding her hips against him feverishly.

“Oh yes.” Her breathing became choppy. She was bucking and rocking on his lap.

“That feels good,” he said, his voice low. “And we’re just getting started.”

“What?” she moaned.

“Baby, as soon as you come, we’re going up to our bedroom. I want you in our bed with your legs locked around my waist.” It wasn’t a question, and Bianca, couldn’t have been more turned on. His command was so arousing that within moments an orgasm rolled through her. Her muscles contracted, and she bucked and cried out with release. London’s name was tumbling from her lips. With hands at her hips, he lifted her up and down over him until detonating, and she milked every drop of him.

He caressed her back gently as their breathing slowed. “You sure you don’t want to talk about something?” he asked.

“No,” she replied. Leaning forward, she gently nibbled at his ear, knowing that a discussion about Collin living in Sheraton Beach was the last thing she wanted to talk about.

London laughed softly and kissed her. “Good, because the only thing I want to talk about is going up to bed.”

“Then let’s go.” Bianca climbed off his lap and said competitively, “In fact, the last one upstairs has to do whatever the other wants for the rest of the evening.”

“Deal.”

They quickly slipped back into their clothes and raced up the stairs.

Bianca leaped across the bed triumphantly.

After another round of love making, London lay peaceful in the bed beside Bianca. She stared at him, and the moonlight beaming into the room allowed her to see the worry lines were gone, and he was almost smiling. The thought gave her reason to grin, knowing she may have had a hand in bringing that tranquility to his face. She slid out from beneath London’s arm and padded out the room and down the stairs to use the powder room. No point in waking him by flushing the toilet. Moments later, she was curled up on the couch in the living room, staring out of the floor-to-ceiling window at the snow still falling. When the groundhog saw his shadow this morning, meaning six more weeks of winter, she was starting to believe there might be some truth in the prediction.

Bianca drew a heavy sigh as she tried to clear her head and decide what to do. She had come down to London’s office ready to come clean about Collin. But once she walked around the corner and overheard London speaking with Carmen, she knew something else had happened with Mona Lisa and her husband. Their relationship was a mini-series playing out for far too long, and she often shook her head and thanked God she didn’t have any of that drama in her marriage. London was respectable, loving, and an excellent provider for his family, and he loved Sierra like she had been a seed from his loins. Not Collin’s.

Damn him.

She could still see the smug look on Collin’s face at her discovering he was the drama teacher. He behaved as if he belonged. She scowled because, in actuality, he did. He was the drama teacher, but he should’ve told her, and because he had not, she was sure his motives were sinister, only she just wasn’t sure yet what that was. He had the nerve to look sincere, and as much as she wanted to believe he had changed, it was hard to trust him after the things he tried to do to her, including threatening to expose the pregnancy to her family.

As Bianca drew her legs up to her chest, a knot tightened in her stomach. She would never forget the way London had come to her rescue, offering to marry her and give her unborn child his last name. Now Bianca loved him so much she could not imagine life without him. She had a husband that women dreamed of having—a protector and provider. There was no doubt in her mind her husband loved her because he showed it in his actions. He never treated Sierra like they didn’t have the same blood running through their veins, and she adored him. She was his daughter.

Would that change?

Bianca drew another deep, shaky breath. She had to find a way to tell London Collin wanted to be in Sierra’s life because it was clear Collin wasn’t going away. And now that she knew he was living in Sheraton Beach, she needed to tell London before Collin did. She prayed her husband loved her enough their marriage could survive his return.

Chapter 8

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re we good?” London leaned back against his desk with his arms crossed and waited for the slender young man to nod.

“Yes, we are good. Thank you, Mr. Brown.” Hope gleamed in his eyes.

London was pleased by the response. “Just make sure you are on time for now on, and Deon, don’t hesitate to call me if you ever need anything. I mean that.” London held out his hand, and they shook on it, then he watched the twenty-something-year-old disappear back into the kitchen with more spunk than he had an hour before.

Young people.

London had spent the better part of the morning visiting his northern restaurants. When he arrived in the north end of Dover, Tiffany, the manager, pulled him aside with concerns about a new employee with repeated attendance issues. London called Deon on the phone, and it took less than ten minutes to find out the battery had died in his car, and he couldn’t afford to buy another. As a result, Deon had been riding the city bus, which wasn’t reliable in the winter, and he was too proud to ask for help. London drove to pick up the young man and took him to a local auto parts store for a new battery. Deon refused until they struck an agreement to take twenty dollars out of his payroll check every two weeks until Deon paid off the debt. London was thankful he had the ability to help others whenever he could.

London was driving back to Sheraton Beach when his cell phone vibrated. He swiped right as soon as he saw the saved contact’s name on his screen. “Ryan, what’s up?”

“Do you have time to meet me out at the restaurant?” he replied.

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