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I needed to show him without words how precious he’d become to me. I put down the bottle and slid back on the bed. “You really like to sweep a girl off her feet.”
“Not a girl,” he said, joining me.
His nearness set off fireworks inside me. I needed to reciprocate. I reached over and put one strawberry in his mouth then placed a second near his dick. “Well, let’s see how these taste if I eat them off you.”
He laughed. I grabbed another one then rubbed his cock as my tongue followed to lick him.
He grew hard. “You’re bold.”
“You like it.” I decided it was time to show him I was a little bad, and maybe that was one reason why he liked me.
ChapterTwenty-Eight
Joel
Birds chirped outside the window. Beside me, Kendal lightly snored. I kissed her forehead, grabbed a robe, then left her to sleep. In the other room, I called for room service, including the full breakfast options and two carafes—tea for me and coffee for her.
Then I checked work emails, signed what I needed, and let the hotel server in to set up the patio. Once he left, I heard her stirring. I put everything down and walked back into the room. Her eyes were still closed, so I went to sit on the bed.
This time she batted her eyes so I quietly said, “Good morning.”
She curled her nose and stretched. “I’ll need coffee.”
Those nipples tasted sweeter than strawberries, and I grew hard at the view. However, I pointed her to the door. “Already at the table.”
She sighed and stood. “Getting my robe.”
Her eyes widened as she stared at the patio. I shrugged and directed her to the carafe she’d asked for. “I thought we could watch the sunrise.”
“Okay.” She poured her coffee and my tea.
I took her offering and sat beside her. “Thank you for trusting me last night.”
Her nose wrinkled, and she pointed to the green trees all around us and rolling hills in the distance. “Let’s just enjoy the view.”
The view beside me was prettier. We both ate some in silence, but then I broke that when I said, “I hadn’t meant to upset you. I’d hoped you’d want to be my girlfriend now.”
Her hands tightened on the table like she needed it for support. “I don’t want labels. I’m honestly not a long-term option.”
My heart skipped, and adrenaline rushed through me. “Why? I’d like to be here for you.”
She cut into her bread, making her pieces small. “You’re great. It’s me. I’m not the woman you deserve.”
My mind cleared as I realized this wasn’t about me exactly. I sipped my tea and let my ego heal for a second. “Why?”
She put the crumbs she’d made of the croissant into her mouth. Once she finished, she said, “These are good.”
I reached out and brushed against her. “I just wish you’d tell me what’s going on.”
She startled, and goose bumps grew on her arm. She didn’t jump out of her seat, though. She stared down at her plate then quickly said, “My father threatened to kill me before he was arrested and after. It’s why my mother finally divorced him.”
My entire body stilled. She’d been afraid. I nodded and reached into my pocket. “Let me check in with the guards to ensure they are equipped.”
“I should have told you. I guess,” she said as I texted. “I was… afraid of being judged.”
“My birth dad wasn’t exactly a peach.” She finished her croissant and sipped her coffee like she loved it. I waited till she looked calm, then I asked, “Did he beat you?”
She nodded and didn’t even blink. “Regularly.”
