He curses and moans through his release, holding me tighter against him, pushing into me a few more times with short, jerky movements until he finally collapses back on the bed, taking me down with him until I’m sprawled across his chest, our hearts beating rapidly together.
“Never ask me again if you’re doing something right. You do everything right just by breathing. And being naked,” PJ mutters, tightening his arms around me and squeezing me in a tight hug.
After a few minutes of lying on top of him, I pull myself off him and flop onto the bed beside him.
“Don’t you have a meeting at the club this morning?” I ask as he rolls to face me and rests his hand on my hip.
“Yes, but I’m not a hundred percent sure I’ll ever be able to walk again,” he jokes with a smile.
Leaning forward, I press a soft kiss to his lips before pulling back and giving his chest a gentle shove.
“Go. Get to work. Just come back when you’re done so we can try that again,” I tell him.
He shakes his head at me, giving me a quick kiss on the forehead before rolling away and scooting out of bed. “You’re seriously going to kill me.”
I can’t wipe the smile off of my face as I watch him move around my room completely naked. I watch the muscles in his ass tighten as he disposes of the condom and then bends over, scoops up his jeans and slides them on. I drool at the definition in his chest and abs as he slides his T-shirt over his head and winks at me when he catches me ogling him.
My eyes are still on him as he comes back to the bed and leans over, pressing his hands onto the mattress next to me until his face is inches from mine.
“I meant what I said. I more than like you,” he tells me softly, making my heart beat faster in my chest.
“I more than like you too,” I whisper back.
He smiles, craning his neck to press his lips to mine, pulling them back right when I was about to drag him back into bed and tell him not to go to work.
“I’ll see you in a few hours.”
With my smile still firmly in place, I watch him leave the room, listening to the sound of his footsteps as he heads downstairs followed by the slam of the front door.
My heart is so full of happiness that I can see what Ariel meant when she said I was making her nauseous. I’m starting to gross myself out.
Ten minutes later, I finally decide it’s time to get out of bed and get dressed. I throw on a ratty pair of jean shorts along with a long-sleeved top that hangs off one shoulder. I check my reflection in the mirror, smiling again when I see my long blond hair is curly and wild and what Ariel would call “sex hair.” Bouncing down the stairs, I go in search of my laptop to see if we’ve received any new bookings since last night. I find my computer on the kitchen counter and I feel like the muscles in my cheeks are going to explode from all the smiling I’m doing when I see five new bookings in my email. Right when I open the first one and start drafting a reply, I hear the front door open and close.
Checking the clock on the microwave, I know it’s too early for Anastasia to be home, since her friend’s mom was taking them to the movies later this afternoon. Thinking PJ must have forgotten something, I quickly close my laptop and rush out of the kitchen.
“I knew you couldn’t stay away long. Lucky for you I didn’t put on a bra or underwea—”
My words cut short as soon as I round the doorway of the kitchen. The hallway around me feels like it’s spinning, and I have to press my hand against the wall to stop myself from falling.
Standing by the front door, checking out his reflection in the mirror hanging on the wall and wearing a pair of khaki dress pants, a white polo, and dark sunglasses, is the only thing that could possibly kill the smile on my face forever.
“Hello, Cynthia,” Brian greets me with a smile. “What in the world are you wearing, and what is wrong with your hair?”
Chapter 29: Mexican Drug Lords
I’m so pissed off right now I could spit nails.
As I pace back and forth along my front porch, I almost wish Belle were here to tell me where that saying comes from. Did someone back in the day actually shove a handful of nails in their mouth and spit them at someone who made them angry? I’d really love to open up my mouth and let a shit ton of nails go flying out at Brian’s head. Or his balls. I also wish Ariel were here to throat punch him for all the shit he’s been spewing for the last fifteen minutes when I refused to let him step foot inside the house. After my shock at seeing him show up here out of the blue wore off, I grabbed his arm and dragged him out onto the porch and told him he better start talking fast, before I call the police.