Page 77 of Where We Bloom

“Will do, bug.” She smiles and walks out, and I rub the spot over my chest.

God, I’ve fucking missed her.

Seeing that there’s no one else in the shop, I fetch my Kindle from my handbag and take a seat in one of my plush lounge chairs.

Good God, my glutes, my inner thighs, and my core are all so …tender.

I can’t help the smug smile that comes at the thought.

“Goddamn, your mouth looks so fucking good wrapped around my cock,” he said as I worked him over in the kitchen, unable to keep my hands to myself while we made lunch.

And later, in the lounge area off the bedroom, we snuggled up watching a movie when Connor slipped his hand between my legs.

“I need to make you come again.”

His fingers pressed inside me, all the way to the first knuckle, while his thumb brushed over my hard clit, and I saw stars as I came apart, my climax rolling through me in waves.

“You’re so bloody beautiful when you come.”

With a happy shimmy of my shoulders, I open my book.

This month’s read isCrossroadsby Devney Perry, and it’sbrilliant.I’ve cried so much while reading it, so swept up in this beautiful second-chance story, but I only have about 15 percent left, so I hope the tears are finished for this tale. It should be a happy ever after from here on out.

Fifteen minutes later, I couldn’t be more wrong.

I have to set the device aside and bury my face in my hands as I sob, not even caring anymore about the state of my makeup. Suddenly, I feel a hand brush down my hair, and I open my eyes to find Connor squatting before me, his concerned eyes so full of worry as he cups the side of my neck.

“Who hurt you, angel?”

I shake my head and brush away the tears, taking a deep breath. “No one.”

“Just tell me, and I’ll take care of it.”

I can’t resist taking his hand in mine and kissing his palm. “No one hurt me. I’m finishing my book for tonight’s book club meeting, and it’s so good, andso fucking sad.This author has such a brilliant way with words, and I just fell apart.”

My breath is choppy. Connor stands, pulls me to my feet, then sits and tugs me onto his lap. He holds me against him, and it feels like I belong right here, snuggled up to him.

“In the book,” I continue, resting my head on his shoulder as he presses kisses to my forehead, “she loses her dad, and it’s so sad, and it made me miss my dad because they didn’t come home this summer. Mom’s been volunteering for a lot of stuff in Florida, and I don’t have time to go see them. Anyway, it’s silly.”

“It’s not silly.” He tightens his hold on me and kisses my forehead. “Would you like to go visit them tonight, then?”

I frown and pull back so I can stare up at him. “What in the hell?”

“I have the jet. We can leave after your book club meeting, and you can join them for breakfast tomorrow.”

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

“Okay, billionaire, take the rich-guy thing down a notch. That’s crazy.”

“It’s not crazy,mo rúnsearc.” He kisses my foreheadand then my cheek. “You miss them. I can make sure you see them.”

This man likes to fix things. And I love that he wants to do this for me, but it’s a little over the top.

“Thank you.” I kiss his lips softly as I wrap my arms around his neck. “I know you’re not kidding, and you’d make it happen.”

“Just give me the word.”

“But I can’t leave tonight. I have new employees to see to.”

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