Page 57 of Personal Escort

We did in all the ways that matter. “Let’s keep the same date. Marry me next year.”

“Just make it official?”

“Secretly so.” I sit back on the sand and tug her down. She straddles my lap, and I kiss her knuckles before turning her hand over and kissing her open palm. “We can do it sooner if you want.”

She shakes her head. “I love the idea of doing it next year.”

“Might be the perfect time, right before you move on to your next adventure.”

Her eyes soften. “I might not go far.”

“No.” I catch her chin gently between my fingers. “Cara, go as far as you want. Fly like the wind. Please. I’ll follow.” I exhale roughly. “I told Ben you—we—wouldn’t move back to New York City. He already knows you need adventure. He challenged me to not hold you back from that. And I never would. But I need it, too. I’ve spent the last thirteen years in California. And it’s been amazing. But I’m ready to do something new, too.”

She leans in and brushes her lips against mine. Her eyelids flutter shut as she takes my mouth, and I let her consume me.

This is going to be our life for the next year. Stolen moments. A honeymoon in fragments.

By the time she finishes her degree in Toronto, I’ll find a way to take the next step together, so we have more time.

My thoughts scatter as she works her way under the hem of my shirt and slides her fingers over my flexing abs. Awareness prickles on my skin, sparking deeper, more primal wants.

She breathes against my mouth as she glances between us, and her hand moves lower. Heat surges through me as she tentatively strokes my dick through my jeans. My cock immediately thickens for her, and she gives a soft, pleased murmur.

Of course I’m following her back to her place for a few days after this family vacation. We need more time to explore and discover each other.

I’m not that experienced. We’re making up for a lot of lost time.

I catch her wrist before she gets my fly undone. “Whoa. Maybe let’s head back to the house.”

“Right.” She kisses me again, smiling as she teases her tongue against mine. “In a minute.”

“In a minute, I’ll be coming all over your hand.” I fist my other hand in her hair and tug gently. “And I’d rather be deep inside you when I do that, wouldn’t you?”

Her pupils dilate as she nods. “Uh-huh.”

“Then take one last look at the sunrise.”

She’s still giggling when I press her into the thankfully private shower in her tiny bedroom.

“Turn on the water,” I tell her as I shove my jeans down my legs.

She points back to the bedroom. “Condoms.”

“Plural?”

“Just in case.” She catches her lower lip between her teeth, and I sprint to my bag. I’ll bring the whole damn box.Just in case.

The shower stall is full of steam when I get back. As I step inside, Cara plasters herself to me, and we go from zero to sixty just like that.

I push her against the slick tiles and spread my legs wide, holding her perched just above my eager erection. He can wait a damn minute. I cup her breast and roll my thumb over her nipple.

“You wanted to do this on the beach?” I ask her, licking away a line of water droplets from her neck.

“Not this. Just a little touching.”

I squeeze, kneading her soft flesh. “I’m touching.”

“Toby…” She groans and rolls her hips. “Please.”

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