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My eyes fill, and his hands stroke my back.
“I’m not goin’ anywhere, Becca. I promise.”
His vow eases all the tension in my body, and I feel myself truly relax, trusting in him. I nod against his chest, and he presses a kiss to my forehead.
“Think we gave the help enough to talk about or you want me to throw you over my shoulder and carry you inside?”
I’m considering telling him the second choice when a customer rolls up the drive.
“Too late,” he mutters. “Guess we’ll have to have dirty hot makeup sex later tonight.”
I nod against him. “Deal.”
“Gonna make you work for it, girl,” he teases a smile from me and tickles my ribs. “Now go on, I’ve got trees to sell.”
I walk back into the cabin and stand at the sink, staring out at the farm down the hill and across the road. It’s blanketed in an inch of snow and looks peaceful and beautiful, and I think about every word JJ just spoke.
I love him, the words whisper through my head.
I love him with all my heart.
I only hope he doesn’t crush it to a million pieces.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
JJ—
It’s been a long day, and I’ve finally finished with the last customer. Closing the gate, I stare up at a million stars in the sky.
My phone goes off with a text, and I pull it out and read it. Well, shit. The timing couldn’t be worse.
When I walk inside, I don’t see Rebecca. Swinging the door to the bedroom open, I find her on the bed in just my denim shirt, an inch separating the plackets and revealing her cleavage and pussy.
“Goddamn, pretty girl. Look at you, all laid out for me like the best gift ever.”
“C’mere, bad boy. I believe we have some hot, dirty makeup sex to get to.”
I strip as I approach the bed and enjoy the way her eyes trail over my body. Each inch I expose has her breath quickening.
I watch her tongue wet her lips and her eyes darken, and my dick hardens. I join her, coming up from the foot of the bed to settle between her legs.
She spreads her thighs for me, and I stroke my hand over the soft, silky skin. I move slowly toward her pussy, letting her anticipation drag out until her hips lift off the bed wanting my touch.
I dip my head and breathe in her intoxicating scent. It drives me wild with need for her, working like magic, like a drug I can’t resist.
“I believe you said something this morning about ‘returning the favor’?” she questions with an arched brow and a wicked smile.
“I told you I was gonna make you work for it, Becca. Gonna get you so worked up you’re gonna beg me to finish you.”
“Promises. Promises,” she teases.
I arch a brow. “You doubt me?”
Before she can answer, I lower my head and use my tongue to make her eat her words. It doesn’t take long to get her amped up and thrashing, but I tease her, giving her just enough before easing up and toying with her.
“Please, JJ. God, I need to come.”
“Not yet, darlin’. You’re not begging hard enough.” I pin her wrists to the bed beside her hips to keep her from pulling my hair. That only makes her writhe more. “Goddamn, I love to see you want it so badly. It gets me fucking hard as a rock.”
