Page 81 of The Client
The euphoria takes my breath away, and I ride out the orgasm until it finally starts to fade, letting Rhys lick and suck every last drop of juice he can get out of me.
“I missed this,” I sigh, scratching my nails against his scalp just the way he likes. “I missed you.”
Crawling back up my body, he takes my lips for a heated kiss. “Not as much as I missed you. Don’t ever leave my bed again.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling his cock nudge against me, and then he slides right in, all the way to the hilt, until it feels like I can’t take anymore. He stops right where he is, buried inside me. When my inner walls give him a squeeze, we both shudder.
“You know how good it feels for me when you come,” he says. “Do it again.”
He starts to thrust, the pattern of his breathing changing as my body tightens around him. I nuzzle his neck, my palms skating down his back, and then I grab his ass so I can control the pace, urging him even deeper inside me, faster, harder.
When our eyes lock, I see the love there before he even gives it voice.
“I love you, Izabela.”
“Say it again,” I whisper.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he repeats, thrusting harder with every declaration, driving me right to the edge.
“I love you too, Rhys.”
He drops his mouth onto mine, and I close my eyes, reveling in the feel of him stroking into me with everything he has, filling me completely. When we come, we come together. Looking into each other’s eyes. Holding each other tightly. I could swear our souls connect.
Afterward, Rhys turns onto his side and pulls me back against him, curling his body protectively around mine. We lay there for a long time. His breathing evens out as if he’s fallen asleep, but my mind is racing too much to do the same. Glancing down at my ring, I hold it against my heart and sigh contentedly.
“What’s wrong?” his sleepy voice murmurs over my shoulder.
“Nothing. Just thinking about wedding planning. We have so much to do.”
He groans.
“We have to choose a venue. Decide how many guests to invite. I have to pick a dress, and shoes. Eva needs a dress, too. Oh, and what about flowers? We’ll need to find a catering company, of course, and choose a cake—”
“Can’t forget the cake,” he says. “That’s the most important part.”
Turning in his arms, I tap the tip of his nose. “What’s your favorite kind of cake?”
“The one you made. Are you up for making a three-foot tall version?”
I laugh and he kisses me. Then his expression goes serious.
“We could elope. Go anywhere you want, anywhere in the world. No fuss, no drama. Just us, on the beach. Or in the mountains, or in the woods.”
“And Eva, and the dog,” I jest. “Don’t forget the dog.”
Rhys rolls over on top of me. He’s hard again already. “You owe me a few more orgasms if you think we’re getting that dog.”
“Sounds like a deal I’ll have no problem closing,” I say.
“Then you’d better get started.”
Looping my arms around his neck, I smile up at him and sink into my fairy tale.
EPILOGUE
RHYS
“The intelyou provided was very helpful, Mr. McConnell. We’ve opened a formal investigation into Zoric personally, as well as his agency.”
