Page 85 of Tempting Promises
“I hate you for this.” I bounce her harder and then slide out before turning her around. “Grab the column.” Her fingers wrap around the wood. I spread her legs wider and enter her from behind. I grab her long brown hair in my hand, pulling her head back.
I keep my grasp, fucking her hard, and I know I’m not going to last. We don’t have time and seeing her like this, at my mercy, has me ready to explode.
“I’m close,” I warn her, and I can feel her tighten around me.
“Hurry,” she whimpers.
I slam into her four more times and she bites down on her arm as the two of us fall over the edge together.
I have sweat trickling down my temple and Charlotte grabs for the paper towels in front of her to clean up.
“This was convenient.”
I hold back a laugh and brush her hair back. “The last time,” I say again, needing it to be true.
She pulls her underwear on and fixes her dress. “No more, Rowan. We can’t. We both know this is stupid.”
“It is.”
Charlotte runs her fingers through her hair. “Besides, we hate each other.”
“We do.”
“Now, how do we get out of here unnoticed?”
“I’ll go out first, you wait a few, listen for me to knock on the door twice, and then you can come out.”
She laughs softly. “This was fun. I know that sounds terrible, but...you’re not the guy I thought, and I guess for that, I’m glad we made this mistake several times.”
“You’re not the girl I thought I knew.”
“There will always be that. However, I’m still going to get that contract and then I’ll be kicking your ass in every way.”
“I can’t wait to see you try.”
“Well, happy birthday.” She lifts up on her toes and gives me a sweet kiss.
If this is the last time I’m going to kiss her, it won’t be that. I shift closer, cupping her face, and bring my lips to hers. It’s a slow kiss, one that if I were another man and she were another woman, would be one that people wrote songs about.
I pull back, and her eyes slowly flutter open and find mine. “I’m going to need that hat back.”
“I’ll bring it tonight.”
twenty
CHARLOTTE
“Happy birthday, Rowan,” I say, walking out to the back patio with a cupcake.
“You made this?”
I nod. “Don’t get too excited. I made them for Micah’s niece and just kept one.”
“Be still my heart. And they say you’re heartless.”
He opens the blanket and I climb on his lap. “I don’t think I’m heartless, I just don’t feel the need to lie to people.”
“A trait I’ve noted since I first met you.”
