Page 47 of The No Falling Rule
“Oh, babe, you taste so good,” I say, sucking her clit into my mouth. She bucks off the bed, but I don’t stop. “I’m going to drink every last bit of your juices.”
I can’t say it’s my first time joining the Mile High Club, but it’s definitely the most memorable—because this time, I’m with thewoman I love.
“Diego,” Mia shouts, and I feel her coming on my fingers, squeezing them hard between her tight walls.
I kiss her nipples and suck gently until she comes down again.
“I’ll be right back,” I say as I get up from the bed in search of a condom. Good thing the cabinets are always well-stocked.
“No, wait. Where are you going?” Mia’s worried voice stops my movements.
“We need a condom. I’m ready,” I say, turning to face her and showing her how hard I am. Again.
“Do you trust me?” she asks.
I frown. “Yes, of course.”
“Then come here,” she urges, extending her hand to me. I take it, letting her pull me back into bed. “I want you to come inside me. I’m on the pill so we’re safe.”
“I’m not going to lie, babe. I’ve thought about this moment many times. The thought of filling you with my cum makes me feral.”
Mia chuckles. “Caveman,” she whispers.
Aligning my hard rod to her center, I press my lips against her ear. “Me caveman. Me want Mia.”
She laughs as I enter her. We both moan in unison at the exquisite feeling of being together without anything between us.
I wanted to be playful, to acknowledge that I know I sound like a caveman—but what I really wanted to say was how completely fucking in love I am with her. I hope she knows it. And I hope I get the chance to tell her soon. Just not when I’m deep inside her. I don’t want her to think my dick is doing all the talking. I want her to know that my heart and soul are in this too.
Mia
“Once we get to the hotel, we can rest and order dinner in our suite. I made sure we had an outdoor space,” Diego says, his thumb tracing lazy circles over the back of my hand as fingers stay intertwined.
“Sounds amazing. We can have our own little Christmas celebration then,” I reply, smiling at the thought. “When is your meeting? I’m hoping to explore the city while you’re busy at work.”
He grins, his expression easy and unguarded. “My meeting is tomorrow at ten in the morning. I’ll make sure you have a car to take you around.”
I appreciate how thoughtful he is, how naturally he slips into taking care of me—but I also feel that familiartug inside, the one that wants to stand on my own two feet. I don’t want to move from one world of control to another, no matter how gentle his version is.
“Please understand where I’m coming from,” I start, turning in the car seat so I can face him fully. “I told you about the relationship I’ve had with my sister for the last seven years.”
Diego’s gaze falls to his lap, his lips flattening in thought.
“I honestly like how attentive you are,” I continue. “I know it’s not coming from a place of dominance—it comes from care, and I love that about you. But I was hoping to explore the city by myself. If I get lost, I can find my way back. I just want to experience the world on my own terms.”
His brows rise like he’s about to argue, but I lift a hand to stop him. “By no means am I saying I don’t want to do things with you,” I add quickly. “I wouldn’t have come if that were the case. But please—let me do this one thing on my own, yeah?”
Diego’s expression turns soft, understanding dawning. “You just want to fly on your terms,” he says quietly.
I nod, relief and affection washing through me. “Exactly.”
He exhales, leaning back with a smile that’s both thoughtful and teasing. “Just like I do," he murmurs. “I did a lot of thinking on the plane.” His grin turns devilish, and instantly, heat floods my cheeks as I remember exactly how we spent most of the flight—tangled in each other’s arms, barely leaving the sky in one piece.
“But seriously,” he continues, his voice deepening, “as much as I want this deal to work—to prove to my family what I’m capable of—I want to start the business that would actually fill my proverbial bucket, you know? Something that feels likemine.”
He pauses, meeting my eyes with that steady, soul-searching look of his. “And that decision is thanks to you, Mia. I hope you realize how incredible you are.” His voice waivers slightly, like he can’t contain his emotion. “Your desire to thrive and bloom, to create your own path despite everything—that made me realize I don’t need to plant my roots in my family’s shadow. I can build something new nearby, something that grows just as strong.”
My throat tightens, my eyes sting with tears. His words hit deeper than I expected. The fact that this man—this businessman—pays attention to every single thing I’ve shared with him means the world.He doesn’t just like me for who I am; he accepts me and wants to support me and my dreams.
