Page 23 of The Revenge Bride

Lucy gives one final long suction, then stands with a saucy grin.

“Turn around,” I tell her, then pull her back against my chest.

I stroke her pussy, then delve my fingers in to find her wet. “I love touching you. I love watching the way your titties move when I’m fucking you.”

She nearly hums my name.

“You like me touching that clit, don’t you? I’m going to fuck you all day. Until neither of us can walk. My cock is going to claim every hole on your body.”

Lucy moans and pushes her ass against me as she comes. I lightly bite her shoulder and she moans louder.

When she’s finished, she sags against me.

“Again,” I whisper and make her come a second time.

“Too bad I don’t have any vacation days on the books, or I really would stay here all day so we could fuck,” she says. “You’re really, really good at it.”

I take the soap and run it over her titties. “No.We’regood together. Being with the right person makes all the difference in the world.”

Her eyes are asking questions I don’t understand. Like she’s waiting for me to say something. I’m not good at guessing games. I don’t like beating around the bush.

“Say what’s on your mind, Lucy.”

“Am I right for you?” Her face flushes. “I mean are we right? The right people together?”

I hesitate because I don’t understand what she’s looking for. A declaration of love? A commitment? The last time I said I loved someone and begged them not to let me go, I was dumped out of a car.

I never loved again. Never let myself get weak enough to need anyone.

She stares at me. Waiting. Expectant.

I have nothing to give her.

“I’ll be late if I don’t go now,” Lucy says quietly. She rinses off in the shower, then steps out, taking my towel and wrapping it around her body.

She’s out of the bathroom before I can shut the water off and slip across the floor to grab a towel.

I’m yanking on my sweatpants when I hear the bedroom door close.

On one foot, I hop into the room. Empty. “Lucy!”Dammit.

Those questions she was asking me in bed…when she said to please not let her fall in love with me, was she hinting that she was in love with me? Was she just trying to check out my feelings or something?

I snatch a t-shirt off a hanger and shove my feet into my shoes, then rush outside.

Her car is gone. I turn around and go back inside my empty house.

It’s colder without her. I shiver and rake a hand through my wet hair.

I can’t make what’s between us real. I wouldn’t even know where to start.

We need to stick to the plan.I pace the floor, arguing with myself.Why do we need to stick to the plan? Why can’t we just see where this takes us?

Maybe after we’re married Lucy would fall for me. Maybe she’d stick around. Never leave me. Maybe I could give her my heart and it wouldn’t come back to me shredded.

No. I can’t do that.

Maybe it’s too late anyway. Maybe I already have feelings for her that I never wanted to acknowledge.

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