Page 105 of Accidentally in Bloom

She bit her lip, enjoying the torture.

Gray’s eyes went to Rose’s lips, and he groaned a breathless curse. All his need burst at once. He rocked them harder, faster. Their breath mingled, eyes never leaving each other until she finally came into a white-hot release and screamed as pleasure ripped through her like a fire.

Gray stilled inside her as they caught their breath, panting from the effort. His head rested on hers, and she already couldn’t wait to do that again. She pressed herself closer to him, needing to remember every physical piece of this moment.

Seconds later, the shop’s front door was thrown open, and voices bounced around the inside of the high-ceiling showroom.

Gray sat her down, bent his legs, and she gently placed her shaky legs on the ground. He eased out of her, and she noted with pride his chest was still heaving almost as hard as hers.

“Christ,” he said.

“You were right on when they’d be here,” Rose pulled on her dress and ran a hand through her hair.

“It’s no use, honey,” he leaned in to kiss her jawline. “It looks like you just got fucked in your storage room. Though it looks pretty good on you.” His hand cupped her chin.

She batted it away and laughed. “Get yourself together, Roberts. We can’t be known as people who don’t support their community. I don’t know if you know this, but it’s important to form a genuine connection with your customers in a small-town shop.” She bit her lip to keep from giggling as he gave her the largest eye roll she’d ever seen.

He zipped himself up. “Go ahead out. I need a minute.” She stared down at his pants and was proud of herself that, even now, he was still hard. She put her hand on the door and unlocked it, ready to make a covert escape into the showroom.

“Hey,” she said, turning around as he dealt with a condom in the waste basket.

“Yeah?” He turned around, eyes curious on hers.

Her heart had shattered into pieces and reformed into something that looked like a future with Gray. “I love you.”

“Even though it was an accident?” His hand reached out to hers in the small supply closet.

“Especially because it was an accident.” She grabbed a quick kiss from his mouth, opened the door, and walked out to greet her future in Bloom.

Epilogue

One month later

GRAY

Gray threw his truck in park outside Bloom as a chattering Alex sounded through his phone. Rose answered back in a mix of English and French, the two of them somehow managing to communicate.

“Bonjour!” Rose waved through the phone at the beaming little face.

They’d just returned from two weeks in Montreal, and in that time, Alex had managed to wrap Rose around his tiny little finger. They had a shared love of dogs, bubble-blowing, and drawing flowers poorly. They’d spent an enjoyable visit with Giselle, Andi, and Alex, and he was thrilled to see how easily Rose slid into the rest of his life.

Gray had taken an unprecedented two weeks off, even though it was the busy season on the farm. He wanted to show Rose and himself that it was important to make time for family. He’d realized that he could work himself to the bone, but it wouldn’t matter unless the people he loved knew how he felt and felt cherished by him.

He looked over at her, making silly faces at Alex to make him laugh, and realized he was going to marry the fuck out of Rose Parker.

They’d only been together together for a month, and it was too soon even to broach the subject, but he knew. He wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to wait to ask her. Why would you wait if you knew what your forever was?

They both said bye to Alex and hopped out of the SUV.

“What’s this big reveal you have lined up?” He grabbed Rose’s hand as they walked across the parking lot.

“You’ll see. It’s a surprise.” She tapped away on her phone one-handed as they headed into Bloom.

It was a gorgeous early summer day, and the door to the flower shop had been propped open. Moving boxes littered the front stoop, and a sweaty Nash waved hello as they approached.

“Figures you’d get here right as we finish up.” Nash picked up a heavy box.

“It’s good for you, Lord Donnelly, to do some manual labor like the rest of us peasants,” Gray shot back.

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