I chuckle. “Okay, just give me a second. Got to, you know . . . recharge.”
She smiles and then leans on my chest and moves her hand across my hair before pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. “I still can’t believe I get to kiss you. It still feels so unreal.”
“It’s very much real,” I say, returning the kiss. “Everything about you and me is real. The best kind of real.”
Her fingers dance along my chest. “You’re not going to get sick of me, are you?”
“You kidding me with that? If I haven’t gotten sick of you over this last decade, I’m certain I won’t get sick of you now.”
“But relationship me is different.”
“How so?” I ask. “You seem the same.”
“I’m very clingy.”
“When it’s you, I love clingy.”
She chuckles. “I’m also apparently very horny.”
“Once again, when it’s you, horny is amazing.”
“And demanding, I’m going to need to hold your hand on all outings.”
“I think I’ll manage.”
“And I’ll require at least one date night a week.”
“Am I only allowed one, or can I have more?”
She smirks. “You can have as many as you want.”
“Good.” I move my hand around to the back of her head and stare at her beautiful eyes.
Fuck . . . I love you, Lia.
I want to always be with you.
Nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing, will be better than you.
You’re my forever.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asks.
“Like what?” I reply.
“I don’t know . . . all . . . heart-eye like.”
“Maybe because I have heart eyes when you’re around.”
She palms my face and laughs. “Don’t be lame.”
I twist her so her back is on the mattress and pin her down. “I’m never lame, but if you think I am, then maybe you should just walk away.”
“Okay,” she says as she attempts to get up.
“Oh fuck no.” I pin her down again, causing her to laugh. “You’re mine now.”
And then I press my lips to her neck and kiss every inch of her body.
Chapter Twenty-Two
LIA
“Lia,” Breaker groans as I walk past him.
“What?” I ask when I set my empty coffee mug in the sink.
“You’re killing me with that dress.” He leans against the doorway to his kitchen, dressed in a dark green suit and white button-up dress shirt.
I’m killing him? The only reason I’m wearing this dress is because he chose to bust out that suit for work today, and it’s taking everything within me not to tear into that suit before he goes to work.
So to counteract his full-frontal attack with the suit, I slipped on a sundress that I would normally never wear for a day of work from home, but you know, desperate times call for desperate measures.
Playing nonchalantly, I glance down at my dress and then back up at him. “It’s just a regular dress.”
“That is not a regular dress,” he says, walking up to me and running his fingers along the thin strap. “You don’t normally wear dresses, so is there some special occasion I don’t know about?”
“No,” I answer. “Can’t a girl just wear a dress and not get berated about it?”
“Am I berating you?” he asks. “I was unaware.” He grabs my neck, possessively holding me and bringing me in closer. “I’m just wondering if you’re trying to tempt me to stay home with you when I should be heading into the office.”
“You’re a grown man, Breaker. You can decide what you want to do with your life. I don’t need to wear a dress to tempt you.”
“Bullshit.” He smiles right before he tilts my jaw up with his thumb and then kisses me so deep that I grab the lapels of his suit to keep from falling. I slip my tongue past his lips, and he groans right before pinning me against the cabinets in the kitchen. “Fuck,” he says against my lips as he slips his hand under my dress and finds the lace strap of my thong. “I have to fucking go,” he says as he tugs on my thong and sends it down my legs. I kick it to the side and spread my legs for him.
He slowly starts fingering me as his mouth takes control.
“Jesus, Lia. You’re already so wet.”
I untuck his shirt and thread my hand past his abs. “You’re so hot in a suit.”
“I knew you wore this dress on purpose,” he says right before lifting me onto the counter. He then sheds his jacket, undoes his pants, pulls out his hard cock, and lifts my dress. He picks me up, and I loop my arms around his waist as he finds my entrance, and I fully insert myself on him.
“Fuck, this will never get old,” he says right before pinning me against the wall and thrusting up.
I’m so overwhelmed and caught off guard by the abrupt change that my body freely gives itself to him. I feel my body climb, especially from the way he’s driving into me.
“Breaker,” I whisper into his ear, which makes his entire body shiver.
“Shit, Lia. This is going to be fast.” Holding me tightly, he thrusts a few more times, and I feel my orgasm breaking. I squeeze him tightly, tilt my head back where his lips fall to my neck, and as he peppers kisses along my skin, I let out a guttural moan as I come.
He pumps a few more times and then he releases me, pulls out and then turns away, pumping at his cock until he comes right there on the kitchen floor.
My face heats up from the sight of it.
His hand presses against the counter as we both catch our breath.
“Motherfucker,” he whispers as I walk up to him and lightly take his cock in my hand. I stroke it a few times and then grab a wet paper towel from the kitchen and wipe everything up before helping him put himself back together.
When I’m done, he places both his hands on my cheeks and then kisses my mouth for a few moments before pulling away.
“This is going to be impossible.”
“What will be impossible?” I ask.
“Leaving you to go to work,” he answers. “I just want to stay here all fucking day with you . . . and night.”
“Now who’s the clingy one?”
He chuckles and sighs before pulling me into a hug. “Okay. I’ll see you later.”
“Okay.”
He kisses me one more time before groaning and stepping away. “Bye, Lia.”
“Bye, Breaker. Have a good day.”
I wave, and he takes off. When the door shuts, I press my hand to my forehead and lean against the counter.
God . . . that was intense and oh so satisfying.
Breaker: How’s your day so far? Mine’s been pretty lame. I think I’m going to ask JP and Huxley if I can work from home from now on.
Lia: Probably not your best idea. We wouldn’t get anything done.
Breaker: Not my problem.
Lia: It’s your company with your brothers. It’s very much your problem.
Breaker: Then I need to go on vacation. Let’s go somewhere.
Lia: I’m still trying to catch up on all the work I’ve missed out on over the past few weeks.
Breaker: Quit your job. I’ll hire you.
Lia: To be what?
Breaker: To sit on my dick. It’s a very sought-after position.
Lia: Oh, is that so?
Breaker: Ehh, that didn’t come out right.
Lia: Because I’d hope there isn’t anyone else applying.
Breaker: You’re the only one. So what do you say? I’ll give you whatever compensation you want.