Page 32 of Beauty & Chaos


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Then, when I reach between us and rub that hard nub, she loses the battle. Her body tenses, starts to shudder, and I follow, filling her with more of my cum.

I flop to the side and pull her against me, claiming her mouth. Lazily kissing her, I feel my cock isn’t done.

I have stamina, but this is crazy.

“I could stay inside you for days and never get enough.” I kiss her again.

“Not sure I’d argue. You’re an excellent lover,” Brook says, then something shutters over her eyes.

I pull back. “What?”

“Nothing. I was just thinking about work.”

Liar.

But it’s a reminder to pick up the pathetic attempt I made at talking. I need to get my shit together. Adjusting my position, Brook lays her head on my bicep, and we stare at one another.

“One more guess,” she says, reading my mind. Which she doesn’t because I know very well she is an investigative journalist with a podcast.

“Marketer.”

She smiles, giving me the tiniest shake of her head.

“Come on, you memorized my phone number but didn’t Google me?”

I shake my head.

It’s the truth—I didn’t need to.

“I was busy today. Arranging our dinner.” I wrap her thigh over mine and wonder if I sink inside her again, we could keep talking.

I’m useless at this.

Brook snorts. “Well, if youaretelling the truth, then that proves you aren’t looking for a relationship. So that’s a good thing.”

“I promise I’m not.”

She studies me a minute longer then announces, “I’m a journalist.”

“The New York Times?” I lift a brow.

“No, self-employed.”

“How does that work?” I ask, playing out the conversation as I’d imagined it for a few days.

“I have a podcast.” Brook attempts to move away from me, and I get a sense she’s either ashamed or hiding something.

I can’t imagine why.

But I don’t let her go far. Tugging her back, I kiss her again and wait until her muscles relax. Then cup her breast and slowly play with her nipple.

“You don’t have an off button.” She purrs.

“No.”

“I’m getting sensitive.”

I release her breast and cup her face, letting my thumb brush harshly over her bottom lip. “Tell me about the podcast.”