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Thrust.
“How desperate I am for you.”
Thrust.
“How well you take me.”
Thrust.
“How absolutely incredible you are. Tell me you see it.” She nods her head, keeping her eyes on the mirror. “Tell me.” She looks back up at me, her eyes falling to my lips before they meet mine again with a vulnerability I never thought I would see in them.
“I see it,” she whispers.
I smirk at her and grip her hips. “I’m so proud of you.” I let go of any and all control with her, bending down to kiss her again, palming her breast, pinching her nipple until her back arches into me. Then I move my hand between us, lifting up to watch her face be completely overtaken with pleasure as I circle her swollen clit with my thumb.
“Vince! Oh my god, don’t stop. Please!” I see tears fall from the corners of her eyes as her hands grip the sheets. Her wallstighten around me and her body is writhing as I continue chasing my release, ensuring she enjoys every second of hers.
“That’s it, cry for me, baby.” Just as another orgasm causes her back to fly off the bed, I come so hard I can’t fucking see straight. The only sound in the room is our labored breathing, and sweat is covering my entire body when I tuck her hair behind her ears, drying the remnants of her tears. “The only time I want to see tears filling those pretty blue eyes is from me making you feel so fucking good you can’t help it. Not for anything or anyone else.” A hint of a smile plays at her lips. “You are Lauren. Fucking. Long. Incomparable to all others. I want you to remember that the next time anyone tries to make you feel inferior.”
CHAPTER 55
LAUREN
I really wish I had someone to talk to about thefakepart of my fake relationship right about now. Fitz has been staying at my place more often than not, because who wants to sleep at a hotel every night? It’s just been an unspoken understanding since the first time I told him to stay, but he still has things at the hotel. Which is where he currently is to get things he needs to go line dancing tonight, meaning I’ve been alone with my thoughts for a tad too long. Ginny makes the occasional noise when she scratches her kitty tower or starts chasing reflections around the room, but she isn’t exactly the best at keeping me out of my head about what’s going on with me and Fitz. I know Ruby would have great advice on the matter, but things just feel too messy with how everything started between us, and the fact that Tank practically hated him in the beginning. If they found out we’ve been lying this whole time, what would they think of him? What would they think ofme?
Fitz comes stumbling back through the door with a huge suitcase, a duffle bag, and a rather large cardboard box in hand, causing me to turn on my barstool and stare at him.
“Um… Did you rob someone on your way in?”
“Ha. Ha. Very funny.” He kicks the door closed, flinching when it slams. “Oops, sorry.”
“Seriously, Fitz, what is all of this?” He drops the bags on the ground, carrying the box over to the counter to set it down before walking over to me.
“Well, I’m not going to be in town much longer, and I’m here most nights anyways so I was going to ask you if I could just stay here? Just until it’s time for me to go back to New York.” My stomach plummets when I think about the fact that he’s supposed to be going back to New York soon. Our “agreement” isn’t going to be up for a while, so technically we’ll still be together, but we never actually discussed what would happen when he goes back. I would assume he’ll be insanely busy running an entire freaking real estateempire,meanwhile, I’ll be where? My same position at Coleson, just under the new company name? “If I misread the situation I am very sorry. I can take all of this stuff back before?—”
“No! No. Sorry, I just…zoned out. Of course you can stay here.” I smile at him and he steps up between my legs. I’m still in an oversized T-shirt and my underwear, since I always do my hair and makeup before getting dressed, but Fitz looks like a freaking stud in his dark wash blue jeans, cowboy boots, a belt buckle with a bull on it, and a T-shirt that saysOutlaw Rodeo. “There is no way I bought that shirt for you. I would have remembered it in the pile of clothes.”
“What? This old thing? I’ve had it for ages.” He winks at me and I roll my eyes. “It was between this one and theSave a Horse, Ride a Cowboyshirt.”
“Okay,Cowboy,” I tease, hopping down to get myself dressed for the night. Once I have on my new top–courtesy of Fitz–jeans and boots, I call Fitz into the room and give him a little spin.
He leans on the door frame and whistles, taking me in. “Damn, Trouble. You sure you don’t want to just stay home and dance?”
“You’re going to learn that if I spend any amount of time making my face look this good, I’m not staying home.” I circle my face with my finger and he pulls his arm, which was previously hidden behind the wall, into the room with a cowboy hat in his hand. He puts it on his head and I think I actually die.
“Fine by me, you can do your due diligence and save a horse when we get back.” He walks into the room and dips me, kissing me as I try not to giggle against his lips.
Oh, I’m definitely riding this wannabe cowboy later.
“Take a picture with me?” I ask, pulling my phone from my back pocket.
“Have I ever told younobefore?” A wide smile spreads across my face before I reach up and kiss him on the cheek. We take a few pictures in the mirror, obviously needing proof of his get-up. Vincent Fitzgerald, the man who never leaves home without his suit or cropped slacks, looks like a Wild West wet dream. I send one of the photos in the group text to the girls and tell Ginny goodbye, but before we make it out to the Uber Fitz ordered us, I check my phone one last time and smile to myself.
Tay
Oh, he’s going to fit in juuuussst fine.
“Why are your hands so sweaty?” I look up at Fitz, holding his hand as we walk into Knockin Boots together.
