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She pushes to her toes, her now wet, naked body pressed to mine, and plants a kiss on my mouth. “We have to find a way to take care of both.”
We.
The way she uses the word “we” feels right in ways I don’t expect, and yet deep down, I already know where this is headed. “Yes,” I say. “We do.”
Her lips curve, and she reaches down and wraps her hand around my cock. “You seem ready for a distraction. Why don’t I help you with that?” With that, she lowers herself to her knees and presses her mouth to my stomach, her hands on my waist, while I can think of a better place for them and her mouth. “Have I mentioned you have abs of steel, and that’s really hot?”
“No,” I say, my voice rough, my body aching with the need for her hand again. “You have not.”
“Well, you do, and it is.” She wraps my erection right at the base. “Everything about you is impressive.” She licks my cock, and holy hell, her tongue is my version of life gone right, and I’m too on edge to hold back or be gentle. “Suck me, baby.”
“You’re so impatient,” she teases, not at all put off by my urgency, and her tongue is back in action, every muscle in my body tense and waiting for what she’s denying me. Payback is hell, indeed. She draws the head into her mouth and then twirls her tongue around it, and her sweet little mouth is about as hot as her sweet little pussy. She is everything a man wants. Dirty and sexy for me and me alone. Prim and perfect for everyone else.That’shot. When she finally closes her lips around me and slowly takes me all in, my hand is on her head, holding her there,and when she starts pumping, licking, and sucking, I decide if I die right now, I’m a happy man. And she isn’t even done with me. She sucks me off, and she seems to like it. The way I like pleasing her.
When it’s done, and there isn’t an ounce of tension left in my body, I look down at her still on her knees, and I think I might fall in love with this woman. She might think it’s a ridiculous time for me to have that realization, but I’d argue it’s the perfect time. It’s the moment that she was on her knees and brought me to my knees. It’s when I had ten problems, and they all went away because of her. And it’s when she showed me that no matter how shy about some things she is, she’s not shy about me.
She’s the perfect woman.
I drag her to her feet and turn her to the corner, my hand on her face. “My turn.”
“We don’t have time.”
“We’ll make the time. And just so you know, you’re mine. And a man should take care of what’s his.” With that, it’s my turn to go down on my knees, and I proceed to lick her until she’s crying out my name.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Sofia
Weendupthrowingon jeans and T-shirts before grabbing Starbucks on the way to the passport office. There’s this surreal moment as we wait at the counter for our coffees that I think, we’re a couple doing couple things, creating our own habits, learning things about each other, like we both love white mocha with skim milk and whipped cream. I’m ridiculously pleased by the similarity, and as we climb back into the SUV and hand Paul his cinnamon dolce, I’m equally as pleased that he thought of our driver. I also decide that Ethan smells like a forest on a fall day, woodsy and wild, with a hint of salt and amber.
Once we’re at the passport office, there’s a delay, and we end up sitting in wait for hours, which has me wishing I’d gottensomething to eat when we got coffee. During that time, Harper sends over the contract for me to review, but she summarizes the endgame. I’m getting millions upon millions if the Zoey brand goes big, and I know that’s because of Ethan. I also know it’s a little like the lottery. It may be pennies, not millions, but I plan to turn my soft thank you to Ethan while we’re here, in the midst of a crowd, into loud appreciation later.
When the time comes and I hold my passport in hand, I’m a little giddy. “No one in my family has ever left the country, but thanks to you, Ethan, I am.”
“This is all you, baby. The Zoey brand you created is amazing. It’s all about your talent. Let’s go celebrate with lunch.”
A few minutes later, we climb into the backseat of the SUV, and I glance over at Ethan. “It’s nearly noon, and there’s been nothing from my father.”
“Give him time to process. He’ll come around.”
“I’m supposed to review the contract and sign over lunch,” I remind him. “Then we fly out to New York.”
“We’ll stay an extra day.”
I sigh in defeat. “I don’t think it will matter.”
“We won’t know unless we try. I’ll call and make arrangements to leave tomorrow night.”
“I thought you had trouble at home to deal with?”
“It’ll wait. Let’s get this handled so you can look toward the future and enjoy the ride you’re about to take.”
“You’re sure?”
“One hundred percent.” His voice is certain. “Now, where are we going for our celebration?”
“I know a Mexican place by my house.”
“Perfect. Tell Paul where to take us.”
