Page 70 of Purely Novel Intent (Mile High Romance)

I’m not sure if I jump or he picks me up, but suddenly I’m in his arms swinging around. “The one you showed me?” he asks as he sets me down and rests his hands on my waist.

“No, one I’d been working on for years, actually. It’s about understanding perspective.”

“Sounds complicated for a kids’ book.” He frowns.

“Which is why it took years to write.” I laugh. “My writing group helped me tweak it to fit a young audience. I put it up for critique in a writer’s group online and an agent saw it. She sent me a message about wanting to talk more.”

“No wonder you’re glowing.” He hugs me again. “Does this mean I get to read it now? Maybe brag about what an amazing writer my girlfriend is?”

“Girlfriend?” I gasp.

“Well, yeah. Aren’t you?” He smiles tenderly.

“Yes.” I beam. “I like having you call me your girlfriend. And of course you can read it. But no bragging. There isn’t anything to brag about yet.”

“Okay, I’ll limit the bragging to how hot my girlfriend is,” he says against my lips, which he coaxes apart, tracing his tongue along mine as I melt into him. I lose myself to the feel of him pressed against me, his erection pressing into my belly. My hips rock forward involuntarily, and he reciprocates, pushing his hard length against me as I moan into his mouth.

“We don’t have time for this,” I breathe. “We have to get to the barbeque.”

“I know,” he pants. “But I can’t stop. We can be quick.” His hands drift to my waist and work the button on my pants.

“I don’t want quick,” I moan as he works my jeans over my hips and brushes the back of his hand across my sex. I’m already damp.

“Quick now, and we’ll take our time later.” He guides me to the wall, spins me around, and pushes me up against it. He’s not rough, but he is commanding, and it makes me hot. I hear his zipper, the rustle of his own pants coming open. He tugs my panties down and buries himself inside me in one powerful thrust, pausing a moment to let me adjust before he begins rocking his hips. His fingers, slick with my desire, circle my clit in rhythm with his driving cock. I moan his name and he plunges harder, faster, driving forcefully into me over and over again. It’s urgent, wild, and raw. I feel my sex start to tighten around him. He pinches my clit, and I shatter, my pussy rippling along the length of his cock. With a final thrust and a strangled growl, he comes apart, his cock pulsing rhythmically inside me. He buries his face in my neck, and we collapse against the wall, chests heaving, as we try to catch our breath.

“God, the things you do to me,” he breathes, absently stroking my clit. I hear myself whimper, I’m still sensitive, and his hand stills. “I can never seem to get enough.” He withdraws and tucks himself away. “Stay there,” he commands.

He returns with a washcloth and presses it between my legs then spins me to face him and redresses me. “I’m sorry.” He presses his forehead to mine. “I can’t resist you when you smile like that. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. But I’ll try not to ravage you.”

“I like being ravaged.” I stand on my tiptoes to kiss him.

“Don’t tell me that or I’ll never have any control around you,” he groans.

“We should probably get going.” I sigh as I take the washcloth from him and toss it into the kitchen sink.

“Are you sure you’re okay showing up together?” He runs a hand through his hair. “I don’t think anyone but Charlie knows about us, and I don’t want to make things awkward for you with your coworkers.”

“I don’t plan to avoid you the whole day, so we might as well arrive together.” I slip my hand inside his.

He brings it to his mouth and places a gentle kiss on my knuckles. “Good, because I couldn’t avoid you the whole day, either.”

Chapter 23

Chris

The barbeque is in full swing when we arrive, hand in hand. It’s an unseasonably warm day for April, although since Charlie will grill in a blizzard, that simply means most of the guests mingle outside around the outdoor kitchen or under a pergola with a picnic table instead of indoors. I spot several of the Engage employees chatting with one another, as well as a few friends and neighbors of Charlie’s, but before speaking to them, I want to introduce Lisa to Charlie and his wife as my girlfriend.

“Let’s find Charlie first,” I say. “I’d love for you to meet his wife Brynn.”

“What about your parents? Are they here, too?”

“No, they do winters in Florida and aren’t planning to be back until May. I’ll have to introduce you then,” I tell her as we make our way to Charlie, who greets each of us with a hug.

“I spoke with two firms last night that want more information.” He beams.

“That’s great.” I clap him on the back. “Which ones?”

Charlie shows me the two cards he collected, neither of which were from RB Securities. “Those are good companies. Did you tell Jason?”

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