“God, Brodie.” Her hips twisted, and her back arched.

He thrust his dick in until it popped out just beneath her chin. He was going to come way too soon like this, so he grabbed the lotion, squeezed some into his hands and rubbed her tits, pinching the nipples and slathering his cock. The head was so sensitive he nearly jumped out of his skin. He couldn’t take it anymore and started pumping fast. So fast, he had to grip the headboard. Jesus, the sight of her plump tits, those hard, rosy nipples, his dick thrusting between them, made his spine tingle and his balls pull in tight. Just when he didn’t think he could take one more second, she tipped her chin down and licked the head of his dick. With each frantic thrust, she swiped at the sensitive head.

“Fuck, Rosie, fuck.” And then he was coming, harder than he’d ever come in his life. Thick spurts creaming all over her neck, chin, and mouth.

She let go of her tits, grabbed the base of his cock, and sucked him into her greedy little mouth. She clutched his ass, holding him to her, and he groaned deep and long.

Spent, he collapsed beside her.

Emotions clashed inside him, leaving him with a chaotic jangle of nervous energy. Wired, exhausted, thrilled, and scared shitless, he was a mess.

He’d always been in control. Always had a firm grip on his life.

And now? Everything had turned upside down.

But he remembered what she’d said. There’s nothing else I want to feel for the rest of my life than this. Us.

She was in it with him.

Which meant they’d make it work.

Chapter Nineteen

“This place is amazing.” Rosalina took in Fin’s Antigravity Training Center, spread over hundreds of acres and utilizing as much outdoor space as indoor.

A series of steel and glass buildings housed athletes, gyms, and physical therapy rooms. Outside, a massive, deep pool had a slide built for snowboarders and skiers to practice their runs without getting hurt.

“Yeah, it’s pretty cool.” Brodie released her hand to check his phone. “Vanessa’s here. She’ll meet us in the tramp gym.” He cut her a concerned look. “You sure you’re okay with me still working with her?”

“Not to be mean, but I don’t see a single reason to be jealous of her.”

“Nothing mean about the truth.” He grabbed her hand again.

She liked that he was always touching her. He did it with an urgency—like if he stopped, gravity would send them spiraling in separate directions. “The few times I saw you with her, there just wasn’t anything there.”

“No, there wasn’t. But she did want something more, so if you’re uncomfortable with me working with her, I can find a new architect.”

“It’s not like I think she can seduce you into bed.”