“Vic…” My voice is weak.

“Shhh, baby.” His lips brush against my ear, his voice rough and deep. “Just enjoy it.”

His fingers keep moving, gentle but insistent, coaxing me into another high, but it’s softer, deeper this time. My body responds instantly. My legs fall open, and a helpless whimper escapes my lips as another orgasm washes over me.

“That’s it, Kerry. Release it. You’re safe with me.” He murmurs. “Let me take care of you.”

My eyes flutter closed at the pleasure rushing through my veins. It’s slower this time, different, but just as intense.

Brushing his lips against my ear, he whispers, “Get some sleep, baby ‘cause that was just me getting you ready. Next time, I’m gonna stretch your tight, dripping wet pussy open with my dick and fuck you so deep you’ll still feel me hours later. Until you know nobody owns you, but you sure as fuck own me. I’m yours, Kerry Kind. Only yours.”

Suddenly, my body pulses around his fingers, and I go limp in his arms as he brings me to yet another burst of pleasure.

Vic kisses my forehead, my lips, and my neck, then holds me like I’m his world. And just before I drift off to sleep, I realize…

This is going to be the longest but greatest weekend of my life.

Chapter 26

Resurrection – Kerry

My nap, though short, was so needed after the energy Vic poured out and into me on that plane ride. The man eats as well as he cooks, and now I’m starving for more.

But we have an awards show to prepare for.

I’ve never been to New York, and I’ll admit, it looks different than I expected. I’ve always pictured it as some fast-paced, gritty metropolis, the kind I’d seen on reruns of Law & Order: SVU. But as I peer out of the car window, watching the golden glow of the late afternoon sun flicker against towering glass buildings, I realize it’s beautiful. Not just the city, the moment itself. The silence. The peace. And the man beside me.

Vic is focused with his head down as he texts furiously, deep in conversation over the upcoming restaurant launch. He’s so sexy when he’s focused—the tension in his jaw, the way he absently rubs his temple, and the steady tapping of his fingers against his screen. I watch him, admiring how deeply he pours himself into everything he loves.

“Where’d you say we were going again?” I ask, my voice light and teasing.

Vic lifts his head, blinking as if I just yanked him out of his own head. He sighs, then chuckles. “Shit, I’m sorry. I’m being a terrible travel guide, huh?”

“You’re fine.” I shake my head, smiling.