Page 104 of Chasing Paradise

“What did Rosie say?” I asked, my heart feeling constricted in my chest.

“He said…,” Wick started, reaching up to pull the knot in my robe free. “That he has more than enough evidence to not only prove my innocence, but send my uncle, his CFO, and his cartel-buddy partner to jail for life in my stead. So, you are free to turn me in at any time. Collect your money. Then he will get me off.”

“Any time, huh?” I asked as his warm hands moved up my belly to close over my breasts.

“Well, maybe tomorrow,” he said, rolling my nipples. A long moan escaped me.

My hands went up, pulling off my robe, leaving me standing there completely bare to him, my skin still pink from the shower.

A groan escaped Wick as he pulled me forward until I was straddling him.

His face buried between my breasts, breathing me in, his beard scratching my sensitive skin in a way that made my belly go liquid.

It had only been a few days. But the way my body heated, reacted, ached, made it seem so much longer.

Wick twisted, dropping me onto my back, then came over me, his lips claiming mine for a long moment before moving downward.

He teased over my breasts, down my belly, then settled between my thighs, licking, sucking, and fingering me until I was writhing, begging, then crying out as the orgasm claimed me.

He kept working me after, driving one orgasm toward another, but stopping before it could rack my system.

My objection was cut off, though, when his weight pressed into mine, and his cock slid lazily inside me.

We both moaned at the sensation, our desire unhurried as we moved slowly together, fingers touching, kissing long and deep.

But even with the slow pace, the desire sparked, spread, grew, driving us both toward that edge, leaving us breathless and tense before the orgasm crashed through me, making the world shatter. My cries filled the room as Wick’s forehead pressed to mine, thrusting through my orgasm, then coming at the end of it, buried deep inside me.

We stayed wrapped up for a long time after, bodies coming down from the pleasure. But not, it seemed, from the emotions it stirred up.

“Hey, duchess?” Wick’s voice was a soft caress that had my lashes fluttering open.

“Yeah?”

“I’ve had the time of my life with you.” He pressed a kiss to the tip of my nose. “Even if you continually tried to sacrifice me to large, bloodthirsty insects.”

My lips curved up at that.

“Despite all my grumbling, I kind of had a good time too. In a ‘I never want to do this again’ way, though.”

“Noted,” he agreed, rolling onto his back, making me straddle him. “What do you say that once youheartlesslyturn me over to the authorities, and my case gets thrown out, I take you out somewhere? With food. And indoor plumbing.”

“I think I can fit that into my schedule.”

“And then maybe another date after that, and after that, and after that, until you realize you can’t live without me any more than I can live without you?”

My heart felt like it was dangerously close to bursting.

“I’m afraid it’s too late for that,” I said, leaning down to press my lips to his. “I already can’t imagine life without you.”

“You won’t have to,” he assured me, arms wrapping me up tight. “We will be together after all of this.”

“But first, I have to introduce you to my handcuffs…”

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Violet

“Um, so are you going to bring him home to, what, your parents’ couch?” my cousin, Hope asked.

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