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My eyes closed as the feel of her washed over me.
When I opened them she was staring down at me, brown silky hair blanketing us in.
It was just me and her in our own world.
“Love you, Wilson,” she whispered before she sat up.
Her head tipped back, exposing the delicate column of her throat.
My eyes zeroed in on the mark I’d given her last night.
A new kind of possession took hold as she slowly rode me.
“Stop playing around, princess, and fuck your man.”
With her eyes closed and a sexy smile tugging at her lips she rightly responded, “My future husband is bossy.”
After that, my future got down to the business of riding her man.
THIRTY
I was half-lying on top of Wilson. His fingers were combing through my hair, both of us relaxed and still naked.
Perhaps this wasn’t the best time but with the reunion out of the way there were a few things we needed to talk about. And for once I was taking my grandmother’s advice. The night I’d procrastinated I was taken from an airport and held hostage.
Not that one thing had to do with the other but if that wasn’t a good reminder to never put off what needs to be said, I didn’t know what was.
“Do you have a few minutes to talk before you need to get ready for work?”
“I have more than a few minutes.”
Right.
He was the boss.
Since he’d left Vegas we’d talked a lot. But all of those conversations centered around my abduction. It was strange; I thought I would’ve been afraid to be alone after what happened. But it had been the opposite. After all the fear of being held hostage and the terror of the night of my rescue, something inside of me had shifted. There had been this overwhelming urge to take my power back, to prove to myself I wasn’t going to live in a bubble of ‘what could happen.’ There were a few reasons I’d sent Wilson home—that was one of them. That didn’t mean I wasn’t scared the first few nights I spent alone, but even though there was physical distance between us Wilson had guided me through my fear.
But none of those conversations touched on what had happened in his hotel room.
“Princess,” he prompted.
“We need to talk about what happened in Vegas.”
His body turned solid under me and his hand in my hair stilled.
I started to lift my cheek off his chest but my attempt was thwarted by his hand sliding out of my hair and moving to the back of my head.
“I was out of line,” he admitted.
He had been but I was interested in why he’d chosen that morning, that moment, to push me away.
“I don’t need you to apologize. I need to understand what happened.”
“I woke up that morning next to you. My first thought was I could wake up next to you for the rest of my life and have everything I’d ever want.”
His hand resumed stroking—up and down my back.
“I woke up that morning happy,” I whispered. “I laid there watching you sleep, trying to remember the last time I was truly happy. I couldn’t remember and that’s when I knew I’d follow you back here if you asked.”
