Page 21 of The Winslow Brothers

“Sounds about right.” She snorts and places one hand on my bare chest. “So, it was a good night?”

“Well…the night got off to a bit of a rocky start, but it ended on a pretty good fucking note,” I answer, smiling down at her. “It was definitely fun hanging out on the boat like we used to do when we were kids. I swear, it’s been years since we’ve done that.”

Charlotte’s responding smile matches mine. “Your aunt and uncle love that cabin, don’t they?”

“Yeah,” I respond and press another kiss to her hair. “I wouldn’t be surprised if they end up selling the New York apartment and just moving out there permanently. I honestly think it’s where they’re happiest.”

“Do you think you’d ever consider something like that?”

I tilt my head to the side in confusion. “Something like what?”

“Moving somewhere else.”

“Like where, exactly?”

“I don’t know.” Char shrugs one shoulder, brushing it against my chest. “Anywhere that’s not New York. Another city. Different state.”

I need exactly zero time to think about that question.

“Hell no,” I state without any doubts. “I’ll never leave New York. This is my city. It’s always been my city. I can’t picture a life anywhere else.”

“Oh, okay.” Charlotte nods at my words, but she doesn’t say anything else. Instead, her gaze focuses on the way her fingers trace imaginary lines on my chest.

When silence starts to fill the space between us, I slide my fingers under her chin and lift her eyes to meet mine.

“You okay?” I ask, quickly realizing that I haven’t asked her about work yet. I’m certain she put in some seriously long hours last night, and it was related to a project that’s been stressing her for months. Headhunting is a difficult business to be in, but with how quickly Charlotte has climbed the corporate ladder within her current company since graduation, she’s more than shown she can handle it. That doesn’t mean there won’t ever be hard days, though. “Everything went okay with work last night?”

“Yeah, it went okay.”

I furrow my brow. “Just okay?”

“It went well,” she expands. “Really well, actually. My boss told me she was impressed with how I ran the project. Which, when it comes to her, is a true rarity. I mean, the woman would rather fire an employee than give out compliments.”

I grin down at her and lean forward to press a soft kiss to her lips. “Proud of you, baby.”

“Thank you.” She smiles against my mouth. “And I’m glad your bachelor party was fun.”

“Sort offun,” I correct, and she giggles. “But you know what would make it even better?”

“Your bachelor party?”

“Uh-huh.”

“The one that’s over?”

“Time is relative, baby.” I shrug and lean down to whisper in her ear. “You know what I want to feel?”

She shivers. “What?”

“I want to feel that perfect pussy of yours wrapped around my cock.”

“You do?” Her now-heated eyes meet mine, and I nod.

“Oh yes. I. Do.”

She licks her lips, and it’s my undoing.

Flipping her onto her back, I make quick work of her panties and my boxer briefs, and she moans when I press the tip of my cock to the apex of her thighs.

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