Page 20 of About Last Night
“All right. Up you go.” He grips my waist, lifts me over his hips, and says, “Line me up. Take your time. I’ll hold you as long as you need. You’re in complete control here.”
More tears sting my eyes and nose. Has any man ever given me that? I’m a follower. I shouldn’t be. I was raised to believeI’m above everyone else except I’m beginning to see things differently now.
The man beneath me has had a lot to do with the rose-colored glasses being torn away. I may have been the one who started to remove them but Devon has been there beside me every step of the way.
“Why couldn’t it have been you I was going to marry?” The words are out before I think them and I slap a hand over my mouth, eyes wide with panic and shock.
“Well.” He holds me up, carries on as though it isn’t a strain. “If it were me, I would not have been in a back room getting my dick sucked by someone else. I’d have been in there with you. But it wouldn’t be you on your knees. It would be me.”
“We wouldn’t have been in a church.”
“No?”
Shaking my head I reveal something I haven’t even told my best friends. “No. I always wanted to get married on the beach at sunset.”
“Then that’s what you’ll do. As soon as we can arrange it.”
“What?”
“You and me. You want control of the company. I can help you get it.”
“By marrying me?”
“Yes.”
I want to agree. I want to say yes. I want it so badly, I’m not sure I can deny him. No. I know I can’t. “Okay. As soon as we can arrange it.”
A smile curls his lips, and his hands squeeze my hips. “Let’s seal the deal. Take me in, Lizzi.”
10
DEVON
Istifle a yawn before taking a sip of my too hot coffee. The sun streams in the kitchen window burning my retinas, but I don’t turn away. I welcome the sting.
Better than dealing with the other discomfort rolling through me this morning.
Lizzi is in the shower. Has been for a good twenty minutes now. The second she woke up enough to realize where she was and remember last night, she ran. No other word to describe her departure from my bed.
As soon as her ass left the sheets, dread pooled in my belly. It twisted sideways when the bathroom door slammed closed and kept right on twisting when the click of the lock echoed through the room.
I know she’s having regrets. Second thoughts. Probably freaking too.
She’ll be in there working out how to approach me this morning. How to renege on our deal.
Luckily—or unluckily, depending whose side you’re on—I’m not about to let her.
The only thing stopping me from banging on the door and demanding she let me in is I know she has no way of getting out of here. Not without me knowing.
Her phone is with her friends, and there isn’t a landline here, never mind in the bathroom, so she isn’t able to call a ride. She can’t sneak out without me seeing either. I’ve never been more grateful for the expensive security system I installed the first week I took ownership of the house.
Floorboards creak overhead and my lips curl against my mug.
She’s on the move.
The question is, will she come looking for me or coffee?
To test that theory, I head into the formal living room and check out last night’s demolition.
