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The wave of pain and pleasure rips through me like a bomb. I come apart, screaming his name, my whole body convulsing beneath him.
"That's it. Come just like that." He grabs my ass and lifts me off the counter, fucking me deeper, harder, until his rhythm stutters, and I'm coming all over again.
He groans my name against my ear, and then I feel the heat and pulse of him coming inside me.
I shudder, clinging to him like I might drown.
We collapse together on the cold granite, panting and shaking. I'm boneless, weightless, floating somewhere between bliss and disbelief. My whole world is in pieces at my feet, splintered by him and the way he just fucked me. By the way he's holding me right now, like I'm the most important thing in his world.
I don't know what to say, do, or feel. I just know that this was not supposed to happen. And I think it's too late to take it back now. Far, far too late. Because I am absolutely, one-hundred percent positive I'm never going to be able to look at River Jamison again without remembering the way I just screamed for him.
And I have a feeling he's going to make sure I remember it, every chance he gets.
Chapter Eight
River
Jasmine is avoiding me. I know this because it's been two days since we fucked on my kitchen island, and she's disappeared. It's pissing me off.
I thought we were finally making progress. Apparently, I thought wrong. As soon as she had a chance, she slipped out. Shehasn't shown up again since. She won't even answer my calls…and believe me, I had to jump through hoops to get her number.
Two days is long enough. I'm done waiting.
Which is precisely why I'm in the parking lot of her bookstore, fully prepared to go inside and spank her in front of everyone. Who says she's the only one allowed to participate in a little judicious stalking?
If she wants to have me arrested for it, I'll gladly go to jail.
I throw the SUV into park, my eyes locked on the front of the shop. There's movement inside, but I can't tell from here if it's her, not with bookish scenes painted all over the front windows, obscuring my view.
My phone rings.
"Goddammit," I growl, grabbing it from the console to ignore the call. At least that's the plan until I see Samantha's name flashing on the display.
I mutter a curse and swipe to answer. "What?" I growl.
"Hello to you, too," she says.
"I'm a little busy here, Sam. Unless it's life or death, I need to—"
"Did you forget you were supposed to be meeting Alice today?"
"What?"
"You're supposed to be meeting Alice today. Right now, actually," Sam says. "She just called me, wondering if you're on the way."
"Son of a bitch. That's today?"
"Yes, that's today, River," Sam growls. "I reminded you yesterday. I also reminded you the day before yesterday. You told me that you'd be there."
Son of a bitch. Alice's office is in Los Angeles. I should have been on the road three hours ago if I'm supposed to be there right now.
"Something came up," I lie. "An emergency."
"What emergency?"
The woman I'm in love with is ghosting me, and I'm losing my fucking mind about it.
"An emergency," I growl into the phone instead of telling my assistant the sad truth. "Can you please just reschedule the damn meeting?"
