Page 49 of Stuck with the Grump

I’d fallen in love with Clarke. I just wanted this moment to last, to live in it forever.

I looked into his eyes as I hooked a leg around his waist, burying his cock deeper inside me

“I don’t want this to stop, you know,” he said.

“I know,” I whispered.

“I still want to make this work. To make ‘us’ work.”

He kissed me deeply, cutting me off from saying anything else, and plunged into me again.

He fucked me gently, his muscles taut and flexing.

I moaned into his mouth as he moved his hips slowly, speaking volumes with his body what he couldn’t with his words.

I held him close, his bare chest rubbing against my breasts, taking all of him in.

He wanted me just as much as I wanted him. The way he touched me, kissed me,devoured me,told me everything. To him, we weren’t just two people hiding out from our problems.

We were two people in love, crazy for each other, willing to commit to the long term. But, even though I knew it wasn’t possible, I would make this moment with him last as long as I could.

Clarke groaned and started moving faster, picking up the pace. My breasts jiggled as he drove into me harder. His strokes shortened and pleasure blossomed in my core as I neared my own release.

I cried out as he fucked me on the soft blankets, the last embers from the fire casting a warm glow over his face.

He knit his brows together as he pounded into me, out of breath.

He was close.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his head dropping to my shoulder as another climax rocketed through me. My pussy gripped his cock and Clarke’s moan filled the room as he finished. He plunged himself deep into my core, and I gasped and moaned with him. We held each other as he released inside me, caught in a state of pure sexual bliss.

When it was finally over, he rolled to the side and pulled me against him.

I closed my eyes, leaning into his embrace as he ran his fingers up and down my spine.

I love youwas on the tip of my tongue, but I swallowed the words and enjoyed what little time I had left with him.

22

CLARKE

Wakingupinthemorning with Leigh’s body wrapped around mine had been hard. I had been so close to begging her to stay last night. But when the words wanted to fall out, I kept them in, knowing that I couldn’t take her away from the path that she was meant to be on. Leigh had a big life waiting for her in the city and I couldn’t hold her back from that, no matter how much I might want to.

This was harder. Helping her load her bags into the back of the car was infinitely worse than the feeling of the night before. My heart was heavy in my chest and each step I took felt like I was walking with lead feet.

“Leigh,” I said as I put the last bag into her car. “If you need any help with PR, please don’t hesitate to reach out to Camille. She is the best in the business. I know you’re staying with her for a while, but even after, if you need her, call her.”

“Thank you,” she said, her voice sounding thick. She didn’t look me in the eye as she closed the trunk and walked around to the driver’s side of the car.

“I’m sorry that things have to go this way,” I said, leaning against the car beside her. “I wish that things were different.”

Leigh nodded, her eyes glistening as she reached up and cupped my cheek. “Thank you for everything. I don’t know what I would have done without your help. The gallery opening wouldn’t be possible without you. I’m going to pay you back every cent.”

“I know,” I said, though I wanted to tell her not to worry about it. If the gallery was the only thing that I could give her, I would be happy with that.

“Thank you.”

“Leigh, stop thanking me.”

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