Page 126 of Flirty Fall Fling

“That’s none of your business.”

She doesn’t hesitate, and it takes me a second to work out why that answer sits wrong in my chest. She could have said yes, but she chose her words wisely. Blaire is still following the rules, the ones I also agreed to. Standing in the dark, listening to her keep them for both of us, I want the agreement to end.

“Goodbye, Teddy.”

“Please, Blaire.”

Seconds later, the door swings open, and she locks it behind her. The engine eventually starts in the Jeep. Lights flash across the wall, and then taillights fade down the gravel driveway.

“Next time, we do a protection spell around the entire property. Not just the cabin,” she says, turning to me with a smile. “Now, where were we?”

“Want to talk about it?” I ask.

She shakes her head. “No.”

The wall I’ve worked on tearing down is back up. I don’t know if I’ll be able to scale it again.

“I think maybe we should.”

“Tomorrow,” she says. “Tonight is ours.”

She takes my hand and walks backward toward the bedroom, pretending none of it happened.

The room is colder than anywhere in the house because the fireplace doesn’t quite reach it. She stops at the foot of the bed.

The satin comes off her shoulders. I kiss the softness of her neck, and she breathes out.

“Jamie.”

“I know, sweetheart.”

Her eyes are on mine, and we hold a conversation without words.

She works my belt loose while I push the satin down her hips. Her bra disappears in a snap along with her underwear. Next go my pants and boxers. The moonlight splashes through the windows and makes her bare skin glow.

“Come here,” she says.

She pushes me back onto the bed, then crawls up my body. My palms rest on her ass, holding her against me. She watches how my face changes as she straddles me, taking all of me in. When I move under her, she puts a palm flat on my chest and holds me down.

“Slow,” she says. “I want to enjoy you.”

She rides me at a pace that unravels me. I let her take what she needs.

An hour ago, I slid a ring onto that finger, and she handed it back to a man like it was their final goodbye.

I sit upright and put my arms around her back. She locks her legs behind me and keeps going. Her face is an inch from mine, and I kiss her.

She pants against my lips, moving unbearably slow. Her forehead stays against mine while she takes all of me. When the orgasm builds, she grows greedier. I love watching her entire body tense before she spills over the edge.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

She picks up her pace and falls apart. I’m losing myself with her. A groan is caught in my throat as she squeezes me so fucking hard that my vision blurs. I hold her against me, not wanting this to ever end.

“I’m proud of you,” I tell her, brushing my thumb against her cheek. “Some people go back.”

“I don’t,” she says. “I don’t do second chances.”

Five minutes later, we’re cleaning ourselves up. Her breathing slows, and she instantly falls asleep. I stare at the ceiling.