Page 121 of Fake Shot
“Make me,” I taunt.
The way he holds my clit between his lips, sucking on it rhythmically as his tongue slides over it, sends lightning through my veins. And then I’m screaming his name as the waves of pleasure crash over me, again and again and again, until I think I might not be able to breathe.
My body feels like a pool of liquid as he climbs over meand lays himself beside me, pulling me to him. “God, I love to hear you come,” he says, kissing my shoulder, “but I think we need to invest in the best sound-proof insulation and sound-proof windows on the planet. Because I don’t want to share those sounds with anyone, and you know how sound carries across water.”
“Fuck,” I sigh, “now the whole lake knows you’re here and what you’re doing.”
His laugh shakes the whole bed. “Luckily, there are no other houses in this cove. I doubt the sound carries that far. But unless we want to traumatize your sister’s family when they arrive tomorrow, we’ll have to practice being quiet.”
I never want to be quiet where Colt is concerned. I want to love this man out loud, and I want the whole world to know how much I love him. But he’s probably right that the whole world doesn’t need to know about our sex life.
“Yeah,” I tell him, running my hands over his skin, “we’ll need lots and lots of practice.”
His teeth sink into my shoulder with a playful nip. “Don’t tempt me. We do need to get some sleep.”
“Are we actually headed to Bora Bora tomorrow, or was that just an elaborate ruse to get me up here? I’m okay either way,” I tell him.
“Our flight is tomorrow night. Let’s get some sleep so we can spend some time with your sister tomorrow, then we’ll head to the airport. That overwater bungalow I got us will actually be the perfect place for us to practice being quiet,” he says. “We’ll be pros by the time we get back here.”
“Are we spending a lot of time up here this summer?”
“As much as you can manage with work.”
I’m more thankful than ever that I’ve been able to buildsuch a competent, wonderful team of women at Our House. Because despite already taking the next two weeks off to go to Bora Bora, I’m now thinking that I should take Fridays off this summer so we can spend long weekends up here, dreaming about and planning out our future vacation house.
“I already can’t wait,” I tell him, kissing his neck as I snuggle into him and close my eyes. “We’re going to build something amazing here—not just the house, but the whole life we’re creating together.”
“Our life is already pretty damn amazing, and it’s only going to get better,” he promises, and it’s with visions of our future together—with the person who makes me feel loved, and safe, and cherished, in a way that I didn’t even know was possible—that I settle into a deep, happy sleep.
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