Page 76 of The Love Interest
“Right. Come back inside.”
She gives the cock a gentle kiss on the head—which does not sound right—smirks at me and walks very slowly back to the house.
Once she reaches the covered part of the deck, I go out, pick her up, and carry her inside. She laughs and squeals. I slide the door shut all the way with my foot because it’s going to get loud in here and I don’t want Goliath to hear us.
“When I say come inside, you come inside, young lady.” When I put her down, I give her a little smack on the ass.
Her eyes widen and her whole face lights up, but she tries so hard not to smile at me. She calmly removes her shoes and says, “I shall re-enter the manor when I am good and ready, my lord.”
“You shall sit yourself back down upon my lap this instant, Lady Ford.” I don’t even think about how I just implied that she’s my wife as I drag her over to the armchair and pull her down to my lap.
We frantically remove each other’s sweatshirts. She bears down on me, rocks back and forth as I kiss her neck. Her skin isn’t as cold as I thought it would be, probably because she’s made ofhawt.
“Thank you for the rooster. Are you sure you want to leave him here? What about the cock pics?”
“I think my mom will understand…” She stands up to remove her panties, and I lift up my ass so she can pull off my boxers. “I mean, it’s only fair. Sinceyourcock is mine now.” She straddles me again, positioning herself.
“I can’t believe you said it.”
“Bad dialogue?”
“The worst.”
“It’s true though. It’s one true sentence.” She slowly lowers herself down on me.
“It’s the truest sentence I know.”
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“Get closer to the cock. Why are you being so shy with him all of a sudden?”
“I don’t know! It feels weird now that I’ve given him to you.”
Emmett is holding up my phone, trying to get a shot of me with Goliath so I can send it to my mom. “Let’s not think of it as you giving him to me. He’s staying here at the cabin for now. You can come visit him anytime, and if you want him back you can have him.”
I don’t know how Emmett went from being the guy who said all the wrong things to the guy who says everything I need to hear, but I hope he doesn’t change back again once we leave Cold Spring. I have to get to Manhattan for the dinner shift, and I don’t want to leave this place. He told me to try to get someone to cover for me so we can stay here through New Year’s Day, but I need to make the money. I can’t actually let him give me cash for next month’s rent like he offered to. That would really be crossing a line.
I get closer to Goliath and wrap my arms around him. He’s a lot less fun to kiss than Emmett is, but I strike a pose and kiss him anyway. Hopefully Sissy won’t ask where I am and who took the picture of me when I send it to her because I don’t think either of us are ready to explain things to our parents yet.
“Beautiful,” he says. “You guys make a cute couple.”
Not as cute as us though, is what I’m thinking.
“Not as cute as us though,” he says.
I can’t believe he said that. I take a run at him and leap into his arms, kissing him all over his stupidly handsome face. He thinks we’re a couple!
I don’t even know how I’m going to be able to write sentences in my romance novel thataren’tcorny anymore. Because I feel as though my heart has wings. And I see heaven in his eyes. It’s as if we’re living in a dream, and I don’t ever want to wake up. I want to stand with him on a mountain and bathe with him in the sea. My head is spinning, and I’m dizzy with love for this man. I would give him everything that I am, always. He is my muse and the creator of this new woman that I’m becoming. And we’ve only just begun.
It really sucks that I’m at the part inYou Can Viscount on Methat’s supposed to be the dark moment for William and Lucy. I might not be able to bring the angst. It truly sucks that I can’t stay here with Emmett though.
I’m the first to pull away. That’s how it’s been all day today. “I need to order a cab. How long does it take to get to the train station from here? Less than ten minutes, right?” I slide down the front of his amazing body, and we walk back inside.
“Just let me drive you home. You can slouch down in the back seat.”
“I don’t want to take any chances.” NowI’mthe one who’s being cautious. I don’t think I’m being overly cautious, but Emmett doesn’t seem to be thinking about the consequences if we get caught anymore. I must have a magical and truly distracting vagina or something.
