Page 128 of Reluctantly Yours

“That is not good business sense.”

“I think it makes perfect sense.” Barrett’s lips lower to my ear. “Tasting you, knowing your sweet pussy was mine, was worth every penny.”

Later, when the bridal party is finished taking photos and dinner has been served and Barrett has charmed my mom and dad, I pull him out onto the dance floor.

“Your parents are great,” he says.

I turn to find Baxter in my dad’s lap as he talks with my mom and other guests at their table. While no dog is completely hypoallergenic, Baxter doesn’t seem to bother my mom’s allergies.

I smile. Barrett holds me to him as we move to the slow, romantic ballad. I know we reconciled outside but there’s still more I need to say to him.

“I told your mom about the party. And about us,” I say.

“What did she say?”

“To never host a party at her apartment without her permission again.”

“Understandable.” He brushes a loose hair from my cheek. “And about us?”

“She was on to us from the start, but she liked the idea so much she didn’t say anything.”

“Smart woman.” He grins.

“I want to make sure we’re on the same page with this fresh start.”

“Okay.” He nods for me to continue.

“If we’re going to work, I need you to stop keeping things from me. You not telling me about Frankie to protect your deal is one thing, but not telling me about my apartment being finished and buying WordIt and adopting Baxter…I like surprises but not when they involve major decisions in my life. I want to be involved in those.”

He takes a moment to answer, which makes me feel like he’s really considering it.

“I get it and I can do that. But I know at some point I’ll probably screw up again, it’s inevitable, and I need you to stay and work through it with me. Deal?”

“Deal,” I say.

Barrett lifts me up in his arms for a kiss that takes my breath away and the rest of the night is pure magic.

* * *

The next morning, Barrett’s deep inside me when his phone starts ringing on the bedside table.

“Your phone is ringing.” I gasp when he hits just the right spot.

“Don’t give a fuck,” he says, one hand palming my ass to leverage his thrusts while the heel of his other hand presses into my lower abdomen, creating the most delicious pressure. His gaze is between my thighs, where we’re joined. His brow is furrowed with concentration, a bead of sweat slides from his hairline down his temple. I’ll never get over how gorgeous he is. The way his top lip curls up when he’s really focused on something. That something being my orgasm right now.

Finally, the ringing stops and I can focus on the way Barrett’s thumb is now circling my clit.

“You look so beautiful taking my cock.” His words are dirty, but his eyes are reverent when they meet mine. “Come with me, Chloe.” He grips my ass, changing the angle and this time when he slides in, I shatter around him.

“Oh God. Yes.” I sigh as I pulse around him, milking his cock. The intensity of my orgasm sends Barrett over the edge. He shudders and I feel him pulse inside me.

A moment later he collapses on top of me, peppering me with kisses before rolling so I’m on top of him.

“Any bridesmaid duties today?” he asks, stroking my back with his fingertips.

“There’s a brunch and then the rest of the weekend is ours to explore.” I bite my lip, trying to hide my smile. “We could ride the Alpine Coaster.”

His brows lift in disbelief. “That death trap on wheels I saw on the side of the mountain yesterday?”