Page 27 of Embrace
“That Christmas Industries owns the hospital, and my real name is Asher Nathaniel Christmas.”
It wasn’t fair that he wanted to have that conversation while we were doing that. To keep him quiet, I thrust my tongue deep into his mouth and kissed him intensely.
Even though I had tons of questions to ask him about buying the hospital, I was feeling him again, and he felt so damn good.
I gasped. He gasped.
Each thrust stimulated a new orgasm.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
“Oh shit!” Jake’s body quaked as he erupted.
* * *
He had flippedme over to lie on top of him as we both cooled down. I kissed him tenderly on the lips then the tip of his nose.
“Mmm…” he moaned.
We smiled at each other.
“Sorry I couldn’t hold on for you, babe. I’ll make it up to you later.”
I smiled with bliss. “We have all night, don’t we?”
He trailed a finger across my lower lip. “Yes, we do.”
There was no time better than the present to address his confessions. “So you met with your brothers today. You own the hospital, and you’re letting everyone who works there—”
Suddenly, his cell phone dinged. It was on the floor. Instinctively, we both turned to look and see who it was. A text message was pasted on the screen.
It’s Julia.Miss me? I miss you, sexy.
My mouth fell open. Then came the question I never wanted to ask about another woman when a man was still inside me.
“Who’s Julia?”
Chapter Eight
Penina Ross
We were still in the back of the limousine, being chauffeured through the steamy New Orleans night. I was no longer on top of Jake, straddling his hips while he was inside me. My lust was cooling, but his was not as he continued rubbing my inner thigh. I didn’t mind his hand on me, even though I was slightly pissed that he admitted that the flirty text came from my sister by blood, Julia Valentine.
“I still don’t understand why you didn’t say something about her being your ex-girlfriend beforehand,” I had said.
He sighed. “I apologize. I should’ve said something.”
“Yes, you should’ve.”
“I know but—” He massaged his temples with his thumbs.
“Do you still love her?” I had asked, frowning. I sensed his inner turmoil had something to do with the way he felt about her.
