Page 118 of Mr. Charming

“Good.”

I watch his lips curl as he goes to his bag, digs out a condom, and pulls it out of the package. I admire him running it down his thick length.

Then he’s crawling up the bed, his knees pushing my legs apart. He lowers his body, the weight of him pressing me into the soft mattress. “Thank you.”

“For what?” I run my hands through his hair.

“For loving me.”

I bring his lips to mine, and our kiss slows, and our hands explore slower, savoring a moment we’ve both been waiting for. This isn’t just sex. This is us promising each other a future together.

He wedges his hand between us and positions himself at my opening, sliding in.

As our bodies move together, heat curling between us, Tweetie whispers sweet things in my ear. How much he missed me, how much I mean to him, and how much he loves me. And I tell him the same as our lips drag across each other’s heated skin. We share promises of a future because this time, neither of us is letting go.

I come on a cry, my back arching into him, and he swallows my moan before he comes on a grunt and a curse.

After we’re finished, neither of us rushes to get up, not ready to face anything outside of the two of us.

Fifty-Six

Tweetie

Tedi’s at the door, and I’m kissing her goodbye when someone clears their throat behind her. Tedi and I look over, surprised, since when we looked in the hall, we didn’t see anyone.

“Can I go into my room now?” Conor asks.

I step aside, holding the door open, and he slips by me.

“Just so we’re clear, this was a one-time gift to you. Use Tedi’s room from now on.” He walks in. “Jesus, it smells like sex. If I get home and Eloise thinks I cheated, your ass is mine, Tweetie.”

“Good luck tonight,” Tedi whispers, both of us ignoring Conor’s bitching.

“You gonna wear that T-shirt?”

She laughs but nods. I lean in for another kiss, but a door opens down the hall, and she steps back. “Sounds like a great plan. Can’t wait to work on this angle. Good luck tonight, Conor and Tweetie.” She waves and walks away.

I wait in the doorway and hear her say hello to Simon, one of the Chipmunks.

I shut the door and rest my hand on it, lowering my head, still surprised and elated over everything going on in my life.

“So, you’re a taken man?” Conor asks.

I push off the door and walk over to my bag to pull out some clothes before I shower all over again. “Yeah, but we’re not telling anyone.”

He quirks an eyebrow.

I shrug. “Her job. We need to figure that out.”

“Well, you know I won’t tell anyone, but you better do a better job than what you just did now. Anyone could have seen you two.” Conor sits on the edge of his bed, toeing out of his shoes. “And if I play like shit, I’m gonna be upset.”

I walk toward the bathroom but stop. “Thanks. I really appreciate it. Giving up the room. It would’ve been a buzzkill if I was like ‘let’s go to your room.’”

“You’re lucky I’m a romantic at heart. And I like the dramatic flair.”

I laugh because he’s the one who stopped a wedding to win his girl.

Closing the door to the bathroom, I’m waiting for the water to heat up when I get a text message.

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