Page 144 of Butter My Biscuit

I wrap my legs around his waist tightly as we climb the mountain and repel down it together until we’re lying raw and breathless at the bottom.

We are yin and yang. We are nothing without the other.

He’s my other half.My best friend.

The orgasms rip through us, and I see stars as he nearly collapses on my chest, still buried inside of me.

I kiss his sweaty forehead, taking in the smell of the cologne on his skin, and I sigh.

Our eyes meet, and he wraps his arms around me, holding me tight.

“Go to Paris with me.”

“Huh?”

“Tomorrow. The trip can’t be canceled, and since I paid for it …”

“Your honeymoon?” I whisper.

“I want time alone with you, away from this place, away from the murmurs. We still have a lot of shit to hash out and talk about. And a fuck ton of lost time to make up for.” He props himself up on his forearms.

“I’ll go with you. Messy love.”

After stealing a kiss, he pushes my hair from my face. “Wouldn’t want to be tangled up with anyone else.”

“It’s a life sentence,” I remind him with a grin.

“Thank fuck for that.” He captures my lips.

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At three in the morning, I walk into my dark condo and toss the keys to Remi’s Mustang on the counter so she knows it was returned. It was sweet of her to let him drive it because she trusts very few people behind the wheel, especially men. All they want to do is hot-rod it.

My car is staying at Harrison’s house until we return from this trip.

Each time I take a step, I feel exactly where he was and what he claimed … every inch of me. When I close my eyes, our night together and our confession flash through my memory. It’s something I never want to forget. I slowly inhale, nearly pinching myself, wondering if this happened or if I’ll wake up and be back in that venue, watching him sayI do. Losing him is what nightmares are made from.

I owe Stephanieeverything. She was the one who saved the day, the real hero in the end.

Just as I take a step, I hear a soft moan.

Then, I see a man’s shoe.

A high heel.

A belt.

Pants.

A dark gray dress shirt with pearl buttons.

I try to piece together who was wearing those clothes at the ceremony, but the whole afternoon is a blur. Too much happened, and I haven’t had a chance to process any of it. My head is spinning, and my body is reeling. This vacation will be good for me.

The next moan is more ragged and desperate than the first.

My eyes widen, and I freeze in place. Right now, I don’t even want to breathe because I don’t want to interrupt. When my phone buzzes in my palm, I look down and read a text from Harrison.

Harrison

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