Page 242 of Waiting Game

Talk of her arrest has my dick deflating, which is the opposite of comfortable with the damn cock ring on—the sacrifices I make for this woman.Honestly.

“You never told me how you met her.”

“She manages some charitable foundations and invited me to a gala for one when I was in Jersey. We got to talking and I learned that she’s a shark so I always kept a hold of her number.”

“You’re not just a pretty face, are you, Cole?”

“She thinks I’m pretty,” I declare to the room which has her snickering.Andsnorting when I flutter my lashes at her.

Her fingers tug at my hair this time. “You really mean it?”

“I really mean it.”

“Thought you liked my apartment?”

“I do. But if you’re going to keep finding cats, we need to prepare.”

Her smile is incandescent. “I love you, Cole.”

“Ah, but will you move in with me?”

Eyes gleaming, she nods. “I will.”

Exhilaration swirls inside me. Better than a cup win.

I press my mouth to hers and devour her, savoring her taste, the rightness of this, how much I goddamn want her, how much I need her,loveher.

Pushing my forehead onto hers, I rasp, “I never expected to have this.”

“To have what?”

“This. Us.” I kiss her softly. “Thank you for coming into my life.”

She melts beneath me. “You don’t have to thank me for that. If anything, I feel the same.”

“Even though I make you read romance?”

Her smile widens. “If you keep giving me stuff like this, it’s more research than hard work.”

She hitches her legs high on my hips and arches against me. Barely any wriggling from her has my dick hardening, and that’s when I start to worry about how damn long I’m supposed to have this cock ring on…

Before my brain can process that, she slips her hand between us and slots the tip to her gate.

“Do I even want to know why you’re wearing a cock ring?” she mumbles against my mouth.

I shake my head instead of answering, groaning as the relief of being back inside her overwhelms me, overtakes me, in fact. Overshadows everything as I’m welcomed in the only place I want to be.

As I rock into her, I press my elbows to the bed on either side of her head and make love to her.

Low.

Slow.

Passionate.

Loaded with the feelings I have for her.

I’ve waited a lifetime for my book girlfriend, after all.

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