Page 77 of Fit for Love

“How long?”he asks.

“A while,” Kendall and I say in unison.

“I’ll make it worth your while,” I add.

The driver nods, and Kendall and I grin at each other the whole way to her door.Predictably, she invites me inside.

“Where do you want the suitcase?”I ask as I watch her take off her sneakers.

“Can you tuck it under the sofa?”She takes her socks off—exposing the bare feet of which I’ve been such a fan, especially after that foot job.

I deal with the suitcase, and when I come back, I could swear I see her hide a plastic bag inside a nearby hamper—a bag containing her socks.

Huh.Did I imagine that, or is she thatmuch of a clean freak?If so, the island must’ve been more difficult for her than she let on.

“Would you like a tour?”she asks.

I nod, and she leads me into her living room, where a vintage tuba—or rather, sousaphone—is displayed as a centerpiece, surrounded by fashionable modern furniture.

“No TV?”I ask, looking around.

“Haven’t had time for it.”

“And no animals?”I ask, though the pristine pink velvet couch is a dead giveaway.

She shrugs.“Does my former boss count?”

“Sure.But he’s not your problem anymore.”I glance at her bare feet.“Where is your bedroom?”

She leads me into a room with a bed covered by chic monochrome bedding.It sits on top a cozy rug.Next to one of the pillows is a plushie in the shape of a penguin.

“That’s Oswald,” Kendall says, having followed my gaze.

“Is his last name Cobblepot?”

It must be the right thing to say because she kisses me, and we pull off each other’s clothes with a desperation that shouldn’t be there considering what happened so recently on the plane.Then again, the two of us are like baking soda and vinegar: put us together, and the fizzy chemistry becomes unstoppable.

“Lie down and spread your legs for me,” I say hoarsely when we pull apart from the kiss.“I want to savor you.”

She complies, her hazel eyes heavy-lidded.

I taste her with relish, and it’s like coming home.Speaking of coming, I do not stop my ministrations until she comes three times for me, and then and only then do I enter her, moving slowly, thoughtfully, making eye contact the whole time.

Fuck me.

Something about this moment is different.

More sensual.

More mindful.

It’s like with every thrust, we’re becoming one.A whole that is better than the sum of its parts.

“I’m going to come,” Kendall gasps, her pupils widening.

She bucks against me, and I instinctively speed up until I can’t hold back anymore and I erupt into her, feeling her release all over me.

“You have to go, right?”she asks after we both recover enough to carry on a semi-coherent conversation.

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