Page 35 of Hotshot Mogul

“Anneliese, fuck.” He sunk inside me and surged once more. His life force pulsed inside the condom. He collapsed on top of me. I loved his weight on me, loved that I could make him lose himself inside me, although my knees pressed hard into the ground.

After a bit, he pulled away. I rolled onto my backside as he peeled off the condom, tied it in a knot and set it in the bag we used for garbage. Odd, that. “Why such care?” I asked.

He winced. “Force of habit. Women who wanted my money, and me.”

Women? My jealousy surged again. Deer turds, I hated that. “They wanted your seed,” I said, taking a guess, “for your child.”

He scrubbed his hand over his face. I wanted him to forget those others, so I didn’t ask him to explain any more. I glided my hands over my skin, then Bruce’s, checking for winged and legged insects. There were none.

He uncapped two bottles of water and gave me one. “Drink, babe. You need to stay hydrated. I’m nowhere near done with you, unless you’re too sore.”

He pulled me to my feet, then scooped up our clothes and put them inside the tent. A light streaked across the night sky. “A falling star. Quick, make a wish, but don’t tell me what.”

I wish to be with him this way, always.

I was stunned. Heat flooded into my cheeks. I turned away, not wanting him to see. I was just another woman clamoring for his attention. And what about the tree, the glade—my purpose for being here?

He pulled me back against him, his arms tight around my waist. “Hey, babe. It’s just a dumb superstition, something with no basis in fact. It can’t be proven. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

I turned my cheek into his shoulder. He nibbled my ear, then a spot on my neck. Heat flooded my core. “You were incredible. You, we, what we did was out of this world, off the charts.”

I noticed the blood on my legs. He followed my gaze, kissed my neck, then let me go. He wet a napkin with his water bottle and pressed it between my legs with such tenderness and care, my knees felt like water. I leaned back against the tree and picked bits of sticks and grass from my hair.

He drew me inside the tent, then unfolded two fluffy blankets and zipped them together. I yawned twice. He crooked his finger. “Come here. You need rest.”

I drank the rest of my water and swished it to clean my teeth, since I didn’t see a little brush. Isolde had stressed how important hygiene was in a human body.

“I know, no toothbrush,” he said, as if reading my thoughts. “It’s just one night.”

Just one night. I had to decide by midday tomorrow. I couldn’t think of that—not yet.

He held out his hand and drew me down in the soft blankets me against him. “I want to keep the lantern on,” he said. “I want to see you, okay?” I yawned again, nodded, and rested my cheek against his shoulder, my hand on his stomach. Sleep dropped over me like fog rolling through the glade.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Bruce

Anneliese whistled through her nose while she slept. It was the cutest damn thing I’d ever heard, the best white noise ever. The first bits of daylight filtered through our tent. The ground had no give at all. I wanted to be there, on that rock-hard ground, with her safe in my arms, for the rest of forever.

“I love you,” I said. She sighed. Was she awake?

She lifted her beautiful face. “I love you, also.” She moved her hand from my stomach to my dick. I ached to be inside her again.

She loved me. My heart thudded in my ears. I kissed her long, sweet, and slow.

Morning-after sex with Anneliese rocked.

Caw, caw. Crap. I had grabbed my phone but had forgotten to bring the food or my pants and wallet inside.

“The birds are eating our breakfast, or crapping all over it,” I said.

Anneliese straddled me and laughed. “I care not.”

Every drop of blood in my body rushed to where I nudged against her sweet pussy. Wait, there was something…shit, the condom.

“Anneliese, stop. My wallet, it’s in my pants. We need another packet.”

She drew her eyebrows together, frustrated. “Deer turds.”

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