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“There you have it. It’s the perfect look for telling the person you love you’re sorry. If you’re feeling confident, you can pair it with a wrap dress and some flirty heels. Now, I’ve gotta run. Wish me luck because I’m off to find my man.”
She presses her lips together, her gaze never leaving mine as the video continues to play somewhere behind us. I can’t wait another second; I have to touch her. My hands splay at her hips, wrapping around her waist as I erase what’s left of the space between us.
“Drop your words of encouragement in the comments, and feel free to share or subscribe so you don’t miss my next video which will either be ‘Creating the Perfect I Survived My Broken Heart Weekend Brunch’ look, or ‘Creating the Perfect Look After Making Up with Your Man’ look. I’m Rae and I hope you have a lovely day! Until next time.”
Her chin tips up and the hint of a smile plays at her mouth. “What do you think?”
I cup her jaw in my hand, stroking my thumb across her cheek, my eyes dropping to her mouth. “My bet’s on the second look.”
Like the perfect wave on the horizon, coming in powerful and fierce, her lips crash with mine. She holds my heart. She’s my home. For the first time in three weeks my soul rests easy, relishing in the warmth her love provides. Our mouths move together, neither of us willing to bail. Riding this feeling all the way to shore.
“Rachel.” I tear my lips away and attempt to catch my breath. Pointless with the way my heart races. As much as my fingers itch to unwrap her dress like my favorite present, I won’t rush. I need to make sure this is real. That she’s committed for the long haul. “Did you mean it?”
“Every word.” She presses her hand to my chest, as if she can feel my heart. “I’m sorry I ran when it got hard. When I got scared. I won’t do that again. I promise.”
“I never said those things to Pierce, or made a deal with him. I wouldn’t—”
“I know.” She nods. “And I should’ve given you a chance to explain. It’s just, with all the other things you kept from me”—she swallows hard—“it was too much.”
My gut twists, knowing I let her down. That I hurt her. “I was wrong. What I did wasn’t honest, and I knew it. I should’ve come clean. I’m sorry you had to find out the way you did.”
“Don’t lie to me again. Even when you know I won’t like the truth. I might kick and scream and fight you on things, but I deserve to be part of the conversation.”
“I swear. I’ll always be honest.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.” I cover her hand with mine, pressing it to my chest. “Don’t ever leave me again. I’m a mess without you.”
“I was hurt.” Her gaze lowers and she leans into me, allowing me to pull her close. “I felt betrayed because you lied.”
“I know. And I’m sorry.” I press a kiss to her cheek. “I never meant to hurt you.” I wish I could take away that hurt. Erase both hers and mine, but that’s impossible. All I can do is make the commitment to never let it happen again.
“I love you, Jude.” She sways into my body, her lips finding mine. A promise. A balm to my soul.
My response comes easy and quick, honest and true. “I love you, Rachel.”
“Stay with me.” She steps back, her hand dropping from my chest and for a moment she appears unsure. “Here. Tonight.” Her eyes blaze bright and her hand goes to the tie on her dress. She plays with it a little before pulling it loose. The fabric opens, falling to the ground in a pool. Though, I can’t really be sure. My gaze is glued to her beautiful body, the lacy bra and thong doing very little to cover her expanse of skin.
“Jude?” Her brows lift, and a playful smile tugs on her lips. “You still with me? Or do I need to put my clothes back on?” Her teasing words bring a smile to my mouth.
Oh, it’s on.
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Rachel
“Come here.” Jude backs up, unbuttoning his shirt, and chucking his pants as if he’s in a race and naked wins first place. Which isn’t entirely wrong. His broad chest appears more chiseled than I remember, the sinewy muscles in his arms ready and waiting to take control.
I saunter closer, my entire body on fire for him. The way he looks always makes me feel like a goddess. Powerful. Sexy. Bold. “You promised to spank me.”
He lifts his brow with intrigue. “When did I do that?”
“In the dungeon.” My legs press together. I’ve never been that interested in kink, but the thought of Jude spanking me for pleasure, with my consent, sends a rush of desire through my core. Taking another step forward, I ditch one shoe.
“You’d like that?” he all but rasps, his eyes glued to my chest.
“I mean, yeah,” Other shoe. Bra. Panties. They hit the floor. “Just don’t hurt me.” I press his chest with enough force to send his ass to the edge of the bed. I step between his legs.
