I look at her face. It’s fucking cute as a button. She’s looking at me with wide eyes.
"What was that now?" I ask her, my mouth curling in a smile.
She scrunches her face and lifts her body. I watch her perfect fucking tits as they dangle in front of my face as she gets on top of me.
"Looks like I’ll have to show you what you were getting ready to do there," she says with fake annoyance. "Figures. Just like the book, you’re going to make me do
all the work and be first in line when the rewards come."
I bring my hands over to grab her ass as she straddles me. God, she’s fucking gorgeous.
"Well, there’s one thing you know for sure," I tell her and she looks at me curiously.
"You’re gonna fucking cum, for sure."
Abby smiles at me and I smile back. That’s the last thing I remember before she brings her body down and her mouth mashes against mine for a wet and sloppy kiss. After that moment, I’m in paradise.
With this girl, it seems like the only place to be.
Aidan
"I don't think so," I say, running on the treadmill. I up the speed of the machine, trying hard to beat my personal best pace.
I can't help it. I'm a competitive person.
I can feel sweat trickling down the ridges of my chest, as I focus on the rhythmic falling of my feet. Why does CJ always want to have these talks during my workout sessions? Can't I ever fucking workout in peace anymore?
All I want is one uninterrupted session.
"C'mon, you and Abby work so well together!" she pleads. "There's an undeniable chemistry. You should really consider collaborating on more projects. Just think about it … you two can create a whole series of books! You can create an empire!"
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," I say, increasing my pace on the treadmill a little bit more.
"Think about it; you two can take over the market," CJ replies. I can tell she's excited about something when her hands become animated, and right now, as she's speaking, her hands are flying around her face faster than little hummingbirds. Strange. Why have I never noticed how small her hands were before?
"That's a little dramatic, don't you think?" I say.
"Not if it's the truth, Aidan."
"You and I both know that I agreed to one book, and one book only. That's it. I kept my word, and now it's time for me move on to other things."
"Why do you feel as if you need to chase something new? Why not stay where things are working? And don't you agree that one book paid off?" CJ replies.
"Sure, the book did well," I shrug.
"Did well? It did more than well—it did excellent! I'd say you have a natural talent. And besides, I thought things were going well with you and Abby."
I keep running; I don't know where exactly I want to go from here, and I really don't know what to say to CJ for a moment, but I turn toward her and say the first thing that pops into my head.
"Things are going well, but Abby's the author, not me."
"Co-author. Don't kid yourself," she replies. "You were an integral part of that book."
The sun's streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows and it's casting its light on across auburn hair like an illuminated net. I'm always amazed how much the sunlight brings out the red in her hair, making her look especially fiery. I grin when I think about how it matches her personality. That's why I hired her in the first place.
She doesn't fucking give up easily. I'll give her credit for that.
If I decide to move on to other things … and I'm really fucking leaning that way … I have no doubt that CJ will make sure I stay booked with projects. And honestly, I have so many fucking offers pouring in; I don't even know where to start. Pivoting won't be hard. I think back to all of the offers I've received. I could pose as a rugged cowboy on a western romance book cover, or as a chiseled king for a historical romance cover ... the possibilities are endless.