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She flicks her tongue along my tip. Then she moves her head up and down. I grab a hold of her hair in myfist, but don’t pull. I’m not trying to hurt her, but I know she likes it when I take a bit of control. I guide her head, showing her how fast I want her to go.

“You follow instructions so well, baby.”

She keeps her eyes on mine as I move her mouth up and down, hitting her throat. I make sure to never make her gag.

I let go of her hair. She moves her mouth slow down my shaft, and then does a few quick bobs up by the tip, then down slow again to as far as she can go.

I’ve never held eye contact like this with anyone before. I felt like she needed to know she can’t hide from me, though. I wanted her to be present as much as I am. It adds a whole new perspective of intimacy.

I want to take control again, so I put my hands on her head and guide her to go quicker. A bit of spit dribbles down from her mouth and it makes me fall apart. I tap her on the shoulder, letting her know I’m going to come. She doesn’t remove her mouth, so I shoot down her throat. I grab her tit with my other hand and squeeze as I release.

She waits until I’m soft and pulls away. I wait to catch my breath.

“That was so fucking sexy, baby.” I lean down and kiss her. “My turn for dinner.” I stand up and hold out my hand for her to grab. She does and stands up. I squat down and bend her at the waist, throwing her over my shoulder. She giggles as I slap her ass.

I carry her into the house towards the kitchen. It only seems right to eat my dinner there. Besides, I love seeing her in that room; it’s my favorite view.

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It’s the next morning, but it’s early. The stars are still out—maybe three o’clock. Lana is in my arms, and Queenie is at the foot of the bed. I love Lana being here. I don’t want to let her go.

I breathe in her hair—the smell of lavender seeps through, relaxing me. I wish I could keep her here. I want her to come back. It feels like she belongs here with me.

I’m going to make sure she knows how much I’m falling for her. I would tell her I love her if it wouldn’t freak her out.

I have to keep remembering to take it slow. She thinks two weeks isn’t enough time for me to be in love with her. I’ve known we belong together since I saw her at the party. I just need to get her on my page. My plans the next time I see her will give her no room for anymore hesitation.

Lana is mine.

Chapter 42

Lana

Iwake up to Grant cuddling with me. His strong arms wrap around me tight, making me not want to leave. The alarm goes off and he holds me tighter, instead of letting go.

I smile. I’m weak. Grant and his cute, bossy attitude are making me want to give in, so I do. I take in this moment of him holding me, his scent, the security.

After a few minutes the alarm signals again. We get up for a run and then get dressed. He takes us to grab smoothies on the way to the airport. In less than thirty minutes, we’re in the lot staring at the private plane.

He turns to me. “You can stay another day.” He pauses. “Or week, if you want.” Another pause. “Even a month.”

I laugh. “Scarlett’s wedding will be here before we know it. I have to go into the gym Monday.” I give him my pity smile and unbuckle my seat belt. “Thank you for having me and for picking me up. It’s only a few days and I’ll see you again, right?”

He nods while stroking his beard. “Right. Stay there, I’ll get your door.”

“I can—” He’s out and around to my side before I can protest. Queenie isn’t putting up a fuss about staying, so that’s good news. It must mean she likes me.

Grant embraces me in a hug, surrounding me in a timberland dream. I want to stay with him, but it’s only been two weeks. If I stayed, I’d be in love with him by the end of the week. I’m not sure I’m ready. So I let him hold me as long as he wants. Then his lips touch the top of my head.

“Okay, Sunshine. You’d better get going before Emmy tries to chop off my balls.”

I laugh and give him a kiss. He kisses me back with his tongue conquering my mouth. He breaks away eventually. Then drops to a knee to say goodbye to Queenie and the sight tugs at my heart. He really wants us to stay.

“Bye, Queenie. I’ll see you and your mom soon.” He pats her.

He’s up and kissing me one more time. Then he sends me off with a slap to the butt.

“See you soon, Sunshine. Call me as soon as you get home.”