Page 66 of Accidentally in Bloom

“I couldn’t sleep a fucking wink knowing I’d never be inside you. I came into my hand more times than I can count that night, imagining your tits in my hands, what you’d taste like. You have been torturing me, Rose. Killing me.”

His hand slid along her ass as she rocked, taking more and more. She moaned against him as she fucked his leg. His grip was punishing, and she loved it.

“Come on me, Rose. End my misery of not knowing what you look like when I make my good girl come.”

He rocked her harder and faster against him and grabbed her panties from his lap, wrapping them around his cock as he beat it. The sight of it sent a blinding white shock of climax through her, unfurling from her center through every ending of her body. She screamed into his mouth, and he came into his hand, a loud groan grinding out of him.

Gray pulled her to him, kissing her as she finished rocking against him.

She lifted her lips from his, panting.

A breath held between them as she considered how big of a mistake she’d just made.

She was ruined for him. She wanted that again and again.

He pulled her head down to his shoulder, and she nuzzled in. He fixed her shirt so her arms could move, and she wrapped them around his waist.

His heart was beating like a hummingbird, like hers.

He placed a kiss on her forehead.

Rose stared at the floor. What happened next?

She inhaled his scent and took a minute to feel okay. This is what safety feels like, she thought, chagrined at how foreign it felt to her. His arms held her close, and she couldn’t help but nuzzle in for a split second. She felt the hard planes of his chest and stroked a thumb along his back to soothe herself.

Her fingers traced the lines on his forearms that had haunted her for so long, noticing a few were floral vines.

“Is it out of your system yet?” Gray asked as he wrapped his arms around her.

His tone was light, but Rose felt the weight behind it. Was this a one-and-done thing?

It had to be. It didn’t matter how much she already craved his fingers gripping her ass again. His presence kindled something in her even when she felt like crumbling. She’d never had this kind of chemistry with anyone else. She couldn’t get used to someone giving her everything she wanted if she was leaving soon.

Why did it have to be him?

A warmth of something Rose couldn’t name bloomed in her chest. Danger, Rose Parker. You are in danger of letting someone have too much of you. And when in doubt, Rose got tactical when she started to feel herself slipping.

She lifted herself off him, enjoying the ache between her thighs as she stood up to grab her skirt.

She’d just ignore his question. “Guess we should start scoping out potential buyers. Maybe you can introduce me to the major players.” She zipped her skirt and ignored the eyes she knew were staring into the back of her head.

She glanced up to see he was zipping his jeans. Her panties still lay on his lap.

“Sure,” he cleared his throat. “Saturday?”

Rose checked her calendar, avoiding his eyes. “Sure.”

“It’s a date.” Gray stood up and put himself in front of her so she had to look up at him.

“It’s not a date."

“A work date.”

“It’s not a date, Gray.”

He held up her wet panties and made a show of putting them in his pocket. “Maybe it’s not a date, but these are mine now.”

There was that throb again.

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