Page 25 of Final Chance At Love (Chance At Love Duet 2)

“Next time,” he promised into my ear and gave my earlobe a gentle bite, my body instantly responding. Ignoring the response, I pulled him toward the path to start our hiking trip.

“Hopefully you like it enough to do it again,” I commented back to him.

“I will like it.” His answer was confident and without a doubt.

We were back at Kristoff’s mansion before five p.m. I called the girls to ensure all was well and they were doing great. They couldn’t wait to get off the phone so it was a short call. As we entered his mansion, I was surprised James wasn’t there to greet us but thought nothing of it till Kristoff brought it up.

“I gave the staff off,” he stated, which explained why nobody was here. “The cook prepared a meal for us before he left. Or we can go out to dinner. Your choice?”

“Do you have a preference?” I asked him. I knew he was used to eating out all the time but I usually preferred staying home.

“No,” he answered holding my hand as we were walking up the grand staircase of his house towards his bedroom. “As long as we are eating together.”

It was hard to think what we had here was just an agreement that I didn’t sign. I’ve known him for only two months but he had managed to engrave himself into every inch of me. Each moment I spent with him felt more real than my marriage with Jack, yet with Kristoff, I knew every great moment would be another heartache when we parted ways.

I shook the thoughts off because it could lead nowhere but disappointment. For once in my life, I’d just enjoy what is going on here while it lasted. It would leave some good memories.

“Let’s stay in and eat what your cook made up,” I suggested, pushing all other thoughts out. “I’m sure he is an excellent cook, and we could have a quiet evening. Maybe watch a movie?Gone with the Wind?”

“You just watched it the other night,” he commented with a smile. “Won’t you be bored?”

“Not a chance. I told you it’s a classic,” I chortled.

“Ok, sounds like a plan then.” He leaned over me and kissed me on the lips. “Shower, then date night at home with dinner and a movie.”

I liked the sound of date night with him. “Perfect! Let’s take a quick shower.”

And it really sounded perfect. If my girls were with me, it would feel like a family. The thought came with a pang in my heart. He’d put the contract on the back burner for now, and I’d promised him I wouldn’t do to him what his ex-wife did. Maybe we’d have more days and evenings like this.

I headed for my bathroom I’d used earlier that day and he was right behind me. I glanced at him with a raised eyebrow.

“We have some unfinished business,” he murmured, his lips against my neck as he wrapped his arms around me.

“You can’t tie me up in the shower,” I objected softly, hinting to our earlier conversation.

“But I can fuck you.” His words alone were enough to make me come undone.

He turned the shower on, his eyes on me, never wavering as I started undressing. His hand reached for me, running his finger along my breastbone. Ache pulsing between my thighs, I reached for his jeans, craving him with desperation. He must have felt the same because his clothes came off in a hurry and no sooner we stepped into shower, he leaned me against the shower wall, water cascading all over us. His mouth crushed against mine, his tongue forcing its way in as if he waited all day just to do this. I wrapped one leg around his waist, aching for him, ready for him. His need matched mine because he thrust hard and deep inside me, his pace quickening. His one hand wrapped around me while his other held me in place.

“Fuck,” he grunted against my lips.

“Don’t stop.” I wasn’t sure if I screamed it out loud. Kristoff was taking me higher and with each powerful thrust I felt so close to my climax. I held on to him for dear life, his mouth on my neck, biting, kissing.

“God, Kristoff,” I moaned into his ear as my body started shaking, on the verge. He filled me, exploding into me and we both rode the wave into our climax together and he never let go. My legs were shaky but he held me tight. I remained with my arms wrapped around him, nuzzling his neck as our breathing slowly returned to normal.

“You will be my undoing, beautiful,” he whispered against my cheek.

And you will be my heartbreak,I thought to myself because I was falling for him hard.

I slowly pushed off the shower wall and got on my tippy toes to kiss him on a cheek. “We better shower up before the water turns cold.”

We both hurriedly washed up. All the while in the shower, I kept ignoring a little whisper inside my head telling me this wouldn't end well, telling me I’m lowering my guard too soon.

I told myself I’d be careful not to let him hurt me. I didn’t want the repeat of what happened a few days ago. That hurt; although it shouldn’t have, considering the short time I’d known him. The little voice kept telling me I was in way over my head and too deep, but I chose to ignore it and my mood turned a bit sour.

When I got out of the shower, I dried off and put my products on before stepping out into Kristoff’s bedroom. He was already dressed in casual slacks, and button down shirt, both looking expensive.

His gaze became heated seeing me wrapped only in the towel with nothing else on.

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