Page 42 of Sweet Conviction


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"I love you," I moan, reeling between life and death and forever–that place that exists just for us.

He jerks above me, his eyes falling closed like always when I say those words. And then they flash open, landing on me.

He grips my hip harder, fucking me so hard that every thrust steals my breath.

I shatter with a scream, his name echoing around the office like a song. My vision goes black. My heart stops. For one endless moment, I'm just adrift, floating.

And then he groans my name, his cock jerking inside me as he follows me over the edge.

"I love you," he gasps. "Christ, I love you."

I know he does. I feel it.

An hour later, we're heading for the door when the phone on his desk rings.

"Fuck," he groans, glancing back at it. "That's probably Riley."

"Answer it," I murmur, slipping my hand from his. I stretch my arms over my head, wincing slightly. Every inch of my body is sore. "But I'm waiting outside."

He smirks at me. "Scared, baby?"

"Of being alone with you for five more minutes? Absolutely," I mutter. "You're insatiable."

"Fuck yeah, I am. Have you seen you lately?" He palms my ass, placing a sweet kiss on my lips. "Stick close to the building. I'll be out as soon as I get her off the phone."

I nod and slip out, smiling to myself. He's not the only insatiable one. As soon as we're alone, my hands are on him, trying to tempt him. It never takes much before I'm naked and on his cock. Neither of us can get enough of the other. I love it so much.

I wave at Jake on my way past and then slip onto the elevator, leaning back against the wall. Two minutes later, I'm stepping out into the early morning sunshine. But unlike the last time I walked out of his office alone, I'm not in a hurry to get away. My life isn't crashing down around me, and I don't need Triton to save me.

A pang runs through me as soon as I think his name. I pull my phone out of my pocket for the thousandth time over the last week and scroll to his name. But I don't dial. I just look at the photo of the two of us smiling.

I still don't understand where it went wrong. Or when. Or how.

He's been my person my entire life. When did that change? When did he decide that Evernight mattered more? I don't think I'll ever understand. Part of me wants to confront him and demand answers. But another part is afraid that he'll just manipulate me again.

He's good at that.

"Hey, baby cousin."

I nearly drop my phone, my head whipping up at the sound of his voice.

Triton stands a few feet away from me on the sidewalk, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his designer jeans. He looks like he hasn't slept in days, his normally perfect hair disheveled, dark shadows beneath his hazel eyes.

"W-what are you doing here?" I ask, my voice shaking.

He takes a hesitant step toward me. I quickly step back, maintaining the distance between us. He gets the hint and stops moving.

"I came to see you," he says quietly, glancing toward the doors of Dalton's building.

Suspicion courses through my veins, making my skin prickle with unease. "Why?" I demand, my fingers tightening around my phone.

His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows. "To say goodbye."

"You said it," I sniff, tilting my chin up defiantly even as my heart clenches. "You can leave now."

Sadness drifts across his face, his brow furrowing. "It's really going to be like that between us now?"

I gape at him incredulously. "You lied to me and manipulated me just so you could try to get your hands on the company, Triton. How do you expect it to be?"

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