Page 12 of Unconventional Love

“Did you really drive here just to tell me goodbye?”

“Is there a reason I shouldn’t have?”

I smile softly, surprisingly not minding his gesture. This is…nice.Still, I know that we could never work. “Graham, I don’t even know where you live, but I’m going back home.”

“Well, it sounds like you have two options. One, I kidnap you, tie you up in my dungeon, and have my way with you until you fall in love with me.”Jesus. Wait, do I… like that? No. NO.“Or two, you have my number, you call me when you’re home, and we figure this out.”

“Considering I’m not a rope bunny, and sex dungeons aren’t really my thing, I think I’ll take option two.” I tease. His eyes darken, nearly making me reconsider his abduction plan. I push up on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek, catching him off guard. “Goodbye, Graham.”

“See you soon, Lemon Drop.” He slides a hand into my hair as I attempt to pull back and wraps his arms around my waist, kissing me deeply. The thought of walking away hurts more than I thought it would. He finally releases me, pressing a single kiss to my neck, and I walk through out of the doors.

Today will definitely not be the last time I encounter Graham Mitchell.

CHAPTERTEN

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Iset downCraveby JL Quick and groan. It’s been four days since the convention, and three days since I’ve seen my girl. If I keep reading this book, I’m going to end up stalking Liv’s address, and praying she has a window that gives full view to her showers. The idea has my dick jumping with excitement until I remember that if I had access to view her in the shower, that means others would, too.

I’ve got to get my thoughts under control about this girl before I end up in prison. I flippantly promised her I could be her unhinged psychopath without realizing she’s conjured up some sort of magic to ensure it. It’s Wednesday now, and although Liv has texted me every day since our last encounter, nothing will compare to physically being with her. After I fucked her in the laundry room, the convention was nearly over, and by the time Nick and I finished packing up, she was already in her room packing to leave.

I can still taste her on my tongue. Still feel the ghost of her body against me. The sounds of her coming are engraved in my mind. Considering I’m still staying at Luke’s for a few more days, and he has the tendency to walk in the room without knocking, I’ve had to relieve my aching cock in the privacy of showers. I can’t help the longing, she’s left me with an insatiable thirst.

My dick grows hard at the thought of having her again. I sigh, pushing my book across the desk and opening the screen of my computer to try and work. I’ve had multiple authors email me about purchasing photos for covers since the convention, and now is as good a time as any to answer them. Waiting days to respond to business emails isn’t normal for me, but since I spent the entire weekend working, I decided to give myself a couple of days off.

The latest message is an inquiry about a picture I took with a female model. The way the model looks up at me as I caress her cheek has me picturing Liv. Fuck, I can’t focus on anything that doesn’t involve her. I’ve never pined over anyone like this. It doesn’t help that everywhere I go, advertisements of happy couples experiencing Valentine’s Day together haunt me.

I type a few quick responses back to the inquiring authors and shut down the computer for the night.Maybe I’ll go take a shower.

I drop my head into my hands and groan.My phone rings beside me, and my head snaps up as I reach for it. Deflation riddles my features as I see Luke’s name on the screen, so I hit ignore.

The phone begins ringing again, and I answer in frustration. There is only one person I care to talk to right now, and it’s not Luke two rooms down the hall.Why the fuck can’t he just knock on the door?“Is this important?”

Liv’s voice greets me through the speaker. “I mean, I was going to tell you about the barista I met this morning, but I suppose I’ll call Jules instead.”

“Fuck, sorry, I thought you were Luke,” I reply before her words fully sink in. I lower my voice and add, “I’m sending you a damn espresso machine, so you don’t have to get coffee ever again.”

She lightly chuckles at my response. “You make it too easy, Graham. What are you doing?”

“Working.” I don’t exactly want to disclose that I was considering fucking myself to the thought of her.

“Oh, well, I can let you g–”

“No,” I growl a little too quickly. “No, I’m done now.”

“Good, because I have a question.”

“I have an answer.”

“Do you…” She clears her throat and begins again. “Do you maybe want to come over tonight?”

A broad smile pulls at my lips, and I jest. “Hmm, Valentine’s Day making you romantic, Lemon Drop? Should I bring chocolate and flowers too?”

“What the hell? No,” she snaps, her playful tone gone.

I frown. “You don’t like chocolates and flowers?”

“You want to know who liked chocolates and flowers?” The question is rhetorical as she barrels on. “My mother, before she found out my dad was fucking his secretary. Are you coming over or not?”

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