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“Great American novel may be pushing things.”
He ignores me. “We can turn the spare bedroom into an office, or you can write at the kitchen table. Hell, in the summer you can write outside at the kick ass table Charlie built. You can stare at the water during the day and the stars at night for inspiration. I promise to give you all the space you need as long as you fall asleep in my arms every night.”
“You make it sound so easy. So perfect.”
“Maybe it will be.”
“I think you should turn the spare bedroom into a room for Sawyer.”
“I was thinking that too, but if you need an office, we can figure it out. He won’t be there full-time, but it would be nice for him to have his own space.”
“I agree. It’s not like I have an office at my apartment. I write wherever my butt lands. I don’t need a designated space. I can see myself writingat the coffee shop, too.”
“Sounds like I’m not the only one who thinks this might work.”
“What about your other homes?”
“Well, I’d like to keep the house in Beverly Hills. It’s a historical home that’s seen a lot in its day. I love that house. I also want to keep a place in NYC. I was thinking of selling my penthouse and buying your apartment.”
“I’m sorry?” I snort. Like actually snort out a laugh. “You want to trade your penthouse for my teeny tiny apartment? Are you serious right now?”
“I felt more myself in your apartment than I ever did in my penthouse. I wouldn’t want to stay anywhere else when we’re in the city.”
Whenwe’rein the city. Every time he speaks of his future, I’m in it.
His future is impossible to resist, even though I know how selfish accepting his proposal of a life together would be.
“This is a lot.”
Guiding me back down to his chest, he holds me against him, our naked bodies once again wrapped up in each other.
“I know it takes a lot for you to let someone in. To tear down your walls. I know, because until you, I was the same way. I’m asking you to take a chance on me. I’m not sure I’m worthy of your heart, but I’m selfish enough to ask you to let me keep it.”
This man knows me better than I know myself. He knows that even though he’s toppled my wall, all those bricks are stacked neatly to the side, ready to take back their place, blocking my heart once again.
All I have to do is decide which road to take. The onewide open with Knox waiting for me on the other side, or the one leading to the loneliness of giving him up.
Maneuvering my body until I’m straddling him, I press kisses across his chest until I reach his heart. I was trying to be sweet, but when I feel him against me, I can’tnotgrind myself over his impressive length. “Somebody’s got morning wood.”
“It’s got nothing to do with the time of day, darlin’. It’s all because of you.”
He nudges my entrance with the tip of his cock. Without thinking, I slide down his shaft until I’m fully seated, making my movements slowly. It doesn’t matter how many times he’s been inside me; his size takes me by surprise every time, stretching and filling me until I think I can’t take any more. But with his gentle care, he always makes sure it feels good to both of us.
Moving up and down his length at a leisurely pace, I continue our conversation. “How about a temporary trial run? And nobody buys my apartment for the time being?”
“If calling it temporary is what it takes to get you there, sure.” He leans forward, sucking my nipple into his mouth, only to release it with a pop.
I groan and twist his hair around my fingers, pulling his head back so we’re eye to eye when I say, “I think you’ve dickmatized me, because my answer is yes.”
His mouth crashes into mine a surge of passion amplifying the intensity of our kiss. He rolls us over; our bodies stay connected and he sets a heated pace.
“I’m gonna make you so fucking happy.”
Chapter Fifty-Four
Knox
“Going on this journey with the four of you has been the honor of a lifetime. You will forever be my family. No matter where life takes us after tonight.” I look each of my bandmates and Trevor in the eyes to make sure they know I mean every word.
