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Chapters (89)
  1. Dedication
  2. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  3. ONE
  4. HENRY
  5. TWO
  6. EMMA
  7. THREE
  8. HENRY
  9. FOUR
  10. EMMA
  11. FIVE
  12. EMMA
  13. SIX
  14. SEVEN
  15. HENRY
  16. EIGHT
  17. NINE
  18. TEN
  19. HENRY
  20. ELEVEN
  21. TWELVE
  22. EMMA
  23. THIRTEEN
  24. HENRY
  25. FOURTEEN
  26. HENRY
  27. FIFTEEN
  28. SIXTEEN
  29. EMMA
  30. SEVENTEEN
  31. HENRY
  32. EIGHTEEN
  33. HENRY
  34. NINETEEN
  35. HENRY
  36. TWENTY
  37. TWENTY-ONE
  38. EMMA
  39. TWENTY-TWO
  40. EMMA
  41. TWENTY-THREE
  42. HENRY
  43. TWENTY-FOUR
  44. EMMA
  45. TWENTY-FIVE
  46. EMMA
  47. TWENTY-SIX
  48. EMMA
  49. TWENTY-SEVEN
  50. HENRY
  51. TWENTY-EIGHT
  52. EMMA
  53. TWENTY-NINE
  54. HENRY
  55. THIRTY
  56. HENRY
  57. THIRTY-ONE
  58. HENRY
  59. THIRTY-TWO
  60. EMMA
  61. THIRTY-THREE
  62. HENRY
  63. THIRTY-FOUR
  64. EMMA
  65. THIRTY-FIVE
  66. EMMA
  67. THIRTY-SIX
  68. HENRY
  69. THIRTY-SEVEN
  70. EMMA
  71. THIRTY-EIGHT
  72. HENRY
  73. THIRTY-NINE
  74. HENRY
  75. FORTY
  76. EMMA
  77. FORTY-ONE
  78. HENRY
  79. FORTY-TWO
  80. FORTY-THREE
  81. EMMA
  82. FORTY-FOUR
  83. EMMA
  84. FORTY-FIVE
  85. HENRY
  86. EPILOGUE
  87. ALSO BY CHELSEA CURTO
  88. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  89. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

“What else?” I demand, hellbent on helping her finish. Knowing we have a time constraint, seconds speeding by, this is one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced. A wet spot forms on my pants from Emma’s out-of-control movements. I think I might wear them to breakfast and show off.

Perfection personified.

Made for me.

“Grab my ass,” she pleads, hand disappearing into her shorts. I can see the circular motion her wrist is making and I add it to my mental list.

Clit play.

Ass attention.

Nipple squeezing.

Check, check, and fucking check.

“Henry,” she whispers. I’ve only been rewarded with two orgasms from her so far, yet I can already read her body language so easily.

She’s close.

Blonde hair cascades over her shoulders like liquid sunshine as her mouth opens and her lips separate. Her legs spread wider and wider, shorts no longer covering the pussy that’s fucking using me in the most salacious way, frantically trying to reach a goal.

I lean forward, taking her nipple in my mouth through her shirt, dampening the material. The action rewards me with her loudest moan yet. It’s feral and desperate. Rough and sloppy. Broken and stilted, but still absolutely beautiful.

As I kiss across her chest, ready for another taste, my alarm blares, jolting us both out of our stupor. I drop my hands from her body and Emma lets out a strangled sob.

“Time’s up.” Gently, I move her from my lap and back to the safety of the mattress.

“No,” she says firmly. “I’m not finished. I was almost there. Dammit,” she huffs through red cheeks.

The curse makes me chuckle, and she tosses a murderous look my way.

There she is.

She clambers off the bed, stomping to her suitcase as she mutters under her breath. I think I hear the words bastard and asshat slip through the mumbled words.

“We could have kept going. You know I wouldn’t have actually told you no, right?” I grab a pair of boxers and my jeans, searching for a shirt.

“You gave me a task, and I lost.” She yanks off her sleep attire, slipping on a light blue sweater that matches her eyes. I walk behind her, my front pressing against her back.

“I promise you’ll come later,” I say huskily in her ear. “However you like, with or without me. I’ll pull you into the pantry and go down on you in there. Deal?”

Emma huffs again, extracting herself from my grasp. For a second, I’m worried I went too far. Pushed her past a limit too soon.

When she squeezes my hand reassuringly, murderous expression turning into only a highly agitated glare, the worry abates.

“It better be on your dick,” she declares, walking to the bathroom and slamming the door shut.

I grin, staring at the barrier long after she’s shut me out.

Perfection personified.

THIRTY-FOUR

EMMA