Page 56 of Give Me Forever Love

“Wow.” A light brown leather sofa sits proudly in the center of the living room. Several feet away is an in-wall, contemporary, ventless fireplace. It’s black stone stretching to the ceiling.

Across the room on the other side are two sets of French doors with sheer white curtains hanging in front of them. A chair with a side table rests in the back corner behind the sofa, ready for someone to occupy it with a good book and a cup of coffee.

I turn back and walk through to the kitchen, passing a staircase that leads up. Stainless steel appliances, with black stone countertops that match the fireplace in the living room. I hear Bryce talking to the doorman as I continue my exploring.

Heading up the spiral stairs, I hit the second floor and a smile spreads across my lips when I enter into the master suite.

A king-sized bed with a thick baby blue comforter sits in the middle of the room, and across from it are floor-to-ceiling windows with a French door to the far side.

White interior shutters cover the windows, and right now they’re open, letting in the sunlight. The room isn’t big in width, but long in length, so the bed is only feet from the shutters.

I walk over and look out. The canal is across from us and houseboats are parked up and down, like cars on a street.

“I see you found the bedroom.”

I turn to see Bryce standing at the doorway watching me. “Creep,” I say playfully. I smile at him. “Can’t imagine what made you pick this place.” I look back at the windows.

He laughs. “I got a thing for these windows, don’t I?”

“Seems that way.”

He walks over and looks out, too. “Good view.”

“Yeah,” I agree, looking at a man walk across the deck of his boat, and out of nowhere I’m lifted up and slammed down onto the bed.

“Jesus Christ,” I say, my heart beating erratically. “A little warning next time.”

“That’s for calling me a creep,” he says, climbing over me, his hands landing beside my ears.

“I wasn’t lying.”

“It’s not creepy to stare at your woman.”

“Who says I’m your woman?”

He frowns. “Don’t fuck with me, K.”

I bite my lip as my eyes roam over his handsome face.

“Say it,” he says. “Say you’re mine.”

I don’t, though, because he looks so damn hot right now. Those pouty lips, that beautiful stubble on his jaw. My heart hiccups. I slide my hands under his shirt, running them around his sides, over his tattoos and down the front of his stomach. I lean up and kiss his lips because I can.

He doesn’t fight me. He kisses me back, pressing me down onto the fluffy mattress. It turns into something more, but that’s not surprising. We’re alone on a bed. Why wouldn’t we go all the way?

He reaches and slides my Adidas runners down over my hips. Dipping his hand between my legs, he presses into me. “This is mine. Everything that is you is mine.” He slides two fingers inside of me. I moan and relish in the pleasure. “Say it,” he says, our mouths touching but not kissing. He curls his fingers and I suck in. “Say it or I’ll stop.” He goes to pull out when I can’t talk.

“I’m yours,” I say.

He licks my lips and plays with my tongue, working his fingers until I’m nothing but shaky legs and curled toes. His zipper goes down, his button undone, and my thighs spread when he settles between them. I kick my shoes off and my sweats as he lifts my shirt up and over my head. He always likes me this way, completely naked beneath him.

It’s rough and heaven; it’s quick and earth-shattering. He grips my flesh and bites down on my leg. I dig into his back as he bends my knee, diving deeper until he releases and it’s then… I remember… I missed my doctor’s appointment to get my birth control shot.

Fuck.

Chapter Nineteen

Bryce

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