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He scoots back. “Not tonight. You need your sleep.”
His rumbling laughter vibrates through my bursting-at-the-seams heart when I murmur, “You really reallyreallylike me.”
My heart bursts open when he replies, “Maybe.”
CHAPTER40
Four weeks later…
“How many?” Harlow’s brows etch high into her hairline.
Playfully biting my bottom lip, I raise three fingers into the air.
Harlow gasps so loud, air blows onto my face. “In a row, or did he take a break in between?”
“Isaac doesn’t break between orgasms.” My cheeks heat as my eyes dash around the half-full bakery to make sure no one is paying attention to our private conversation.
“I thought guys need time for… you know… down there to pump back up,” Harlow half-queries, half-informs.
I cock my brow before tilting closer to her to ensure the elderly lady seated next to me doesn’t have a coronary from my question. “So, Cormack has never fucked you so hard once he came, he kept going until he climaxed another two times?”
Harlow’s pupils dilate into saucers. “Honestly, no, he hasn’t, but that’s because I have a hard-enough time keeping up with his sexual prowess as it is. By the time he does come, I’m so exhausted, I can’t keep my legs in the air.”
Our immature giggles are interrupted when the elderly lady next to me touches my arm. “Make sure you hold onto those two fine gentlemen.” Her twinkling blue eyes flick between Harlow and me. “It’s rare to find a guy who can pop a cork on a champagne bottle these days, let alone find your G-spot.”
Mine and Harlow’s mouths gape in sync. We watch the elderly lady in awe as she stands from her seat and puts on her light teal trench coat. She’d easily be in her eighties if not older. Every hair on her head is a beautiful strand of silver, and even a full face of makeup can’t hide her heavy set of wrinkles that come with her age.
“Suck them dry for every orgasm they’re willing to give,” she advises before strolling out of the bakery with an extra spring in her step than when she entered.
My shocked gaze remains planted on the door she exited for the next several minutes. I’ve been stunned into silence. It’s pretty obtuse of me to think only young couples can enjoy vigorous bedroom activities. I don’t believe it would matter if I were twenty or seventy, I’ll never stop enjoying the bedroom antics of Isaac Holt, so why would I expect it to be any different for her?
“I think I’m in love,” Harlow mumbles a short time later.
A full smile cracks onto my mouth. “She was pretty cool. I can only hope to be as rocking as her when I’m her age.” I return my gaze to Harlow.
When I see the quickest second of panic smearing Harlow’s face, I realize she isn’t talking about the elderly lady. She’s referencing Cormack.
My face scrunches. “Then why do you look so worried? Love isn’t supposed to make you stressed.”
The grim expression on my face grows. No matter how much my head tries to deny it, my heart has already fallen in love with Isaac. I’ve loved him from the moment I laid my eyes on him. I’m just too terrified to tell him.
The past four weeks have been a crazy lust-filled blur. I’ve spent every waking moment I’m not at work with Isaac—sleeping in his bed, eating his food, or snuggled on his lap while he makes business calls.
Because of his crazy schedule, our sleep patterns are at opposite ends of the spectrum. Before I was in the picture, Isaac never came home until after three in the morning, but because he knows I’m there waiting for him, he generally makes sure he’s home no later than ten o’clock.
His business is most likely suffering because of me, but I love that he’s willing to make sacrifices to ensure he has the time to see me. It’s another reason why I fell in love with him so quickly.
For the past four weeks, I haven’t had any struggles hiding my relationship with Isaac. Other than Harlow and Cormack, no one is none the wiser that we’re a couple. Isaac wants to ensure Col Petretti never finds out who I am. I agreed with his plan, knowing I couldn’t run the risk of Alex or the surveillance team finding out about our relationship.
Although the secrecy adds intrigue to our relationship, I look forward to the day I can declare we’re in a relationship. I can’t wait to go on double dates with Cormack and Harlow and not need to look over my shoulder every time I slip into his town car each evening.
Shrugging off my confusion about my relationship status, I return my focus to Harlow’s statement. “Does Cormack feel the same way?”
Her glossed-over eyes dart down to the tabletop. “I don’t know.” She exhales a nerve-cleansing breath before returning her beautiful green eyes to me. “I may have accidentally declared my love during an intense orgasmic experience.”
Smiling, I wiggle my brows.
“Shut up.” She slaps my arm. “It was more the fact he didn’t say anything back. I know he heard me as he stopped thrusting, but not a word seeped from his lips. Not even a thanks.”
