“Do it.”

  “No, not like this.” His attempt to pull out of her mouth was fruitless as she doubled her efforts, sucking harder and worker faster on his cock. “Chrissy,” he wailed. He bucked wildly, shooting jets of his cum down her throat. And she took it all. He could barely focus on her beautiful face as she licked him clean once his release subsided. His hands fell to his sides as his body went limp, and Chrissy sat up with a satisfied smile on her face. She pushed her hair over her shoulders, stretching her arms over her head as she licked her lips and arched her back.

  “God, you’re gorgeous.” With a sudden renewed energy, Clint reached out for her and she linked her hands with his. “Now it’s my turn to take care of you.” He pulled her forward. “Get that pussy on my face.”

  Her strangled gasp was a sweet sound. While he shimmied down some, she positioned her sex over him, and he wasted no time in striking. Hooking her legs, he brought her wet center right over his mouth and feasted. He suckled and licked, giving her all the attention she deserved. Her juices flowed freely and he lapped at them greedily, pulling on her clit as it pulsed on his tongue.

  Chrissy fell forward to place her hands on the wall as she rotated her hips, grinding on his face. Clint wanted to lift her and spear her core with his fingers, wanted to feel her tighten around him, but knew she was close to breaking. She shook uncontrollably as he took her over the edge, her scream once again filling the room.

  Clint was shocked to feel his cock harden. Needing nothing more than to bury himself inside her, he lifted her off and rolled with her as he set her on her hands and knees. Curling himself around her, he guided his straining cock inside her still quaking pussy. One thrust and he was crushing his balls to her ass.

  “Oh, fuck!” Chrissy moaned as she buried her face against the bed.

  Clint could only let out a strangled laugh as he pumped inside her, realizing that was the very first time he’d heard her cuss. He battered her, driving her to the brink again as he staked his claim. Reaching around, he pinched her clit, igniting another orgasm that had her clenching tightly around him, spurring on his own climax.

  “Yes, yes,” she cried as she pressed her ass into his body, matching his thrusts.

  “So good, dammit, so good,” Clint ground out, not letting up until they both collapsed. He shifted to the side so as not to crush her. She found his arms and held tight to him as tiny shudders continued to rock their bodies.

  “Holy, jeez,” she said, sounding out of breath.

  Clint whispered in her ear. “I liked hearing you cuss instead. It’s hot.”

  Chrissy snorted with laughter. They lay curled up with one another for a moment before she tried to move.

  “Where you going?”

  “I need to pee,” she answered. “And I might as well shower.”

  “Hot date?” he teased.

  “Yeah, someone’s taking me to breakfast.” She rolled, and the dawning day shed just enough light for him to see her bright eyes.

  “I thought we could order room service. You really don’t want to leave this comfort, do you?”

  “Mmm, that does sound like a better option. And no clothes required.” She wiggled her brows and gave him a quick kiss before pulling away. “Still going to shower and pee. You order and I’ll get the shower ready.”

  Clint watched her retreating backside as she moved to the bathroom, her shapely ass wiggling nicely atop her even shapelier legs. Once she disappeared from view, Clint looked at the ceiling and raked his hand across his face.

  “Holy, fuck,” he muttered. There was no way he’d ever get her out of his system now.

  Clint sat up and took stock of the room. Eyeing the phone, he called for room service before joining Chrissy in the bathroom. With an open shower design, he walked around the dividing wall to see her standing beneath the spray of multiple jets. With her eyes closed and her head back, she ran her hands through her hair, over and over again.

  “God, you’re beautiful,” he said, his tone low and husky. She wasn’t startled as she opened her eyes to watch him.

  “And you’re gorgeous,” she returned, making a slow perusal of his body from head to toe and back to his face. “Come on.” She held out her hand to him.

  Clint stepped into the spray, circling her body with his arms before capturing her mouth. He gave her a languid kiss, pouring all his emotions into the action. Chrissy moaned and sighed as the kiss continued for what seemed like forever. Finally, he broke away and just stared at her.

  “You really are too good to be true,” he said. And when she tried to shake off the compliment, Clint stopped her. “You are. I don’t know if I deserve you, but I’m damned sure gonna give it my best shot.” When her brows furrowed and she was once again poised to speak, Clint cut her off. “Let’s shower and eat. Then we’ll talk.”

  Chrissy simply nodded as Clint released her, and they made quick work of cleaning themselves. Surprisingly enough, without any play. There’d be plenty of time for that later, Clint thought.

  At least he hoped.

  ****

  After showering, Chrissy and Clint put on robes provided by the hotel while they ate their breakfast. She still tingled nicely in many places as she relived the previous evening in her mind. It had been so much more than she thought possible, and she wouldn’t change a second of it.

  Chrissy knew there was something troubling Clint, and at some point, they’d talk, but she was going to enjoy every moment of her time with him. And pray that whatever he had to say could be dealt with, and their relationship would continue once back in Denver.

  Relationship?

  She realized that’s exactly what she wanted. Her last ‘boyfriend’ had been nearly a year ago, and even then, he was just a fun guy to hang out with. Sure they’d been intimate after a few months of dating, but it wasn’t anything earth-shattering.

  Nothing at all had ever come close to what she shared with Clint. She felt as if nothing ever would.

  Whatever he had to talk about, she’d listen, analyze, process, and figure out how, or if she needed to incorporate the knowledge into her planning for their future.

  “What’s going through that pretty head of yours?” Clint asked.

  “Oh, nothing.”

  “Yeah? Your devilish smile says otherwise.”

  He finished a bite of his eggs and raised his coffee cup to his lips. Chrissy loved the intensity of his hazel eyes as they watched her. She loved his unkempt hair looking nicely tousled, knowing her fingers had combed through the strands only moments before.

  “Really? And what does my devilish smile say?” she asked, lifting her own cup of coffee to her mouth, savoring the sweetened elixir. She’d already finished her small portion of eggs, bacon, and fruit, surprisingly full. She thought she’d have a bigger appetite after the night’s activity. Chrissy was just thankful she didn’t have a hangover or lingering headache from all the sake she’d consumed.

  Clint cocked his head. “I haven’t quite figured that out.”

  “Well, when you do, I’ll let you know.”

  Clint laughed as he placed his cup on the table. “Chrissy, you’re such a pleasant surprise.”

  “How so?” She couldn’t stand not to touch him, to not be closer to him. She stood and walked to him, parting her robe below the belt in order to straddle his lap. When he welcomed her into his arms, she was ecstatic.

  Chrissy wound her hands around his neck as his settled on her hips, his hypnotic eyes boring into her.

  “I realize in ten years, a lot can happen. I remember your shyness, your uncertainty. But also your beauty and innocent spirit. You captivated me then and you continue to do so now. Maybe more so because of the woman you’ve become.”

  “You sure know how to flatter a gal.” She playfully batted her lashes causing Clint to laugh.

  “I only speak the truth.” His hands massaged her flesh through the robe and she couldn’t help but wish they were skin to skin. “You’ve become a gorgeous woman who isn’t afraid of what she wants.” He leaned in closer to nuzzle her neck. “As I found out last night.”

  As he pressed his lips to her skin, Chrissy hummed. “Well, last night is only the beginning. You’re gonna find out a lot more about me. Especially if you keep this up.” She tangled her fingers in his hair to guide his head back, seeking his lips. When they connected, a slow simmer of a kiss played out that soon had Chrissy whimpering, needing more.

  Her hands began to roam down his front to part the robe, settling on his hot skin. She swept across his sculpted pecs, down his well-defined abs, seeking his cock. God, she couldn’t get enough of this man!

  Clint’s hands were suddenly holding her wrists, stopping her from further temptation. When she gave him a playful pout, he only chuckled as he folded his robe to cover his parts. “Time to talk.”

  “Boring, but all right.” She gave him a quick nip. “Would you prefer I dislodge myself from your tempting lap?”

  He chuckled again. “That might help my concentration.”

  As Chrissy took her seat, she settled in to hear what Clint had to purge. And purge he did.

  “I fucked up, Chrissy.”

  She stared wide-eyed at him with his choice of words but listened intently as he went on to divulge the humiliating affair he’d had. He revealed his weakness for the woman of a business associate, a friend—one with whom he still remained friends. He spoke of her deception in initiating the affair, not because she felt she was in a loveless marriage and truly loved Clint, as she had pretended. No, because she not only wanted revenge on whom she believed to be a neglectful husband, but also to worm her way closer to Clint’s brother. The man she claimed to truly love after having a brief encounter with years earlier.

  Chrissy somehow followed the convoluted story, hearing most of all the regret and shame Clint felt for himself.

  “How can I ever feel worthy of your love after my actions?”

  “Clint, your actions have nothing to do with us. You truly believed this woman was in a loveless marriage, you thought you fell in love with her, and thought you could rescue her.”

  “But I betrayed a friend. A man I could almost call a brother. A man who trusted me.”

  “A man who forgave you. Who asked that you forgive yourself. You were used. Your caring, loving nature was twisted and used against you. If you think you can sit there and wonder how I can love you, it’s because of your ability to love and care.”

  Chrissy watched Clint’s eyes now widen at the mention of her loving him. “Yes, Clint Jessup, I love you.” She stood and walked to him, kneeling down at his feet and grabbing his hands to hold in hers. “I love you. Know that I’d never deceive you. And I know you’d never knowingly or willingly hurt me. It’s time to move on. It’s time to put your past and your doubts aside, and trust in what we can build with one another.”

  Clint lifted her hands to his mouth, kissing each and every knuckle before pulling her to her feet. He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close, burying his head against her belly.

  “I love you,” he whispered. “I don’t want my love to taint your goodness.”

  Chrissy couldn’t help but snort. “Oh my goodness, I’m not a saint.”

  Clint looked up at her and smiled. “Close enough.”

  She leaned down to kiss him. “I’ll be your angel and your devil, and you can love both equally.”

  “I’ll spend every day proving my worth for—”

  Chrissy pressed her fingers against his lips, halting his words. “No, we’ll spend every day together loving one another, cherishing one another, and making each other better. How’s that?”

  “Perfect.”

  They started immediately.

  Epilogue

  …the following summer

  “Clint, where are you?”

  “Be right there!” he yelled from downstairs. He’d gone to the kitchen to whip up lunch while Chrissy and Zac were putting the finishing touches on the nursery in their renovated farmhouse.

  Within two months of returning to the States from Japan, Clint and Chrissy bought property, planned the remodeling, and arranged a low-key wedding in Denver, much to the disappointment of Zac, who wanted a lavish affair. But Chrissy put her foot down and insisted on intimate and classy, with close family and friends. Clint had even surprised her by taking the time to track down Beth and making it possible for her to attend. Chrissy had been thrilled, and the women promised to never lose contact again.

  Turned out Bethany Ann Drake had secured herself a position in Paris, working for UNESCO—the United Nations Educational, Scientific, and Cultural Organization, for their International Institute for Educational Planning.

  Yeah, quite a mouthful! But Beth couldn’t be happier, and Chrissy was over the moon to finally reconnect with her friend. Beth had been one of the first to be informed about Chrissy’s pregnancy, promising to visit in the fall when the baby was due.

  So now, with less than three months until the expected delivery, Chrissy and Zac were oohing and aahing over their project while Clint just sat back and watched the transformation.

  His life couldn’t feel more complete than it did. Clint felt truly blessed to have Chrissy’s love, and now, to be welcoming another into their lives, with the impending birth of their baby. Clint had also returned to work, resuming his crusade to unite cattlemen’s groups across the nation, for the benefit of the entire nation.

  He loaded up the tray, careful of the pitcher of sweet tea, and climbed to the second story, to the room decorated in soft shades of lavender, mint, and pink. As he stood in the doorway, his gaze immediately zeroed in on his beautiful wife and the swelling of her belly. Months ago, she had taken out her piercing when she thought the bulge would cause it to burst right through her skin. Clint had only laughed, telling her she was the most gorgeous pregnant woman he’d ever laid eyes on, and no doubt, could resume wearing the gem shortly after delivering.

  “Finally, refreshments,” Zac said. “Thank you, handsome.” He snagged the pitcher and began to pour the tea, handing the first glass to Chrissy.

  “Thanks,” she said, taking a healthy drink. She was holding up well to the unseasonable heat the summer had produced. Thank goodness for air conditioning! “What do you think?” she asked, spreading her arm about the room.

  The walls were painted, the furniture in place and the baby’s name was scripted above the crib—Tani Marie.

  Clint set the tray down on the changing table and went to Chrissy’s side, holding her close. “It’s like I always say—perfect.” He kissed her temple and enjoyed the blaze in her green eyes.

  “Always, huh?”

  “Yes. Now, go eat. You’ve been working non-stop for hours and you need a break.”

  “Exactly,” Zac agreed. “Here, have a sandwich.”

  Chrissy nibbled on her food while she rubbed her mound.

  “She been active?” Clint asked.

  “Ho, boy, has she. A regular karate champion today.”

  Clint and Zac laughed while Chrissy gave them a mocking glare. “Just you wait. When she’s wailing in the middle of the night, I’m going to push you out of bed to fetch her.”

  “I’m at your beck and call, my love.”

  “You two, so sweet,” Zac cooed. He quickly finished off his sandwich and unceremoniously guzzled his drink. “Now, I hate to eat and run, but I must eat and run. I’ve got another client to check in on, and then Doug and I are off for the weekend.”

  “Oh, have fun! And stay cool. California is still plenty warm.”

  “Oh, we plan to. The beach beckons.” The two were spending a long weekend in San Diego, where Doug would take part in an artist’s show, as he was a painter with family ties to the city.

  “And stay north of the border. I’m not rescuing you from a Tijuana jail,” Chrissy teased.

  “Believe me, I have no desire to venture south.” Zac approached Chrissy and gave her a kiss. He then gave a quick hug to Clint before saying his goodbyes and leaving.

  Clint took the opportunity to gather Chrissy in his arms, nuzzling her neck as it was only one of his favorite things to do. “Well, Mrs. Jessup, whatever shall we do with our time?”

  “This is a rare moment when we find ourselves alone, isn’t it?”

  Clint chuckled, thinking how true that was. Since the flurry of activity, due to the wedding, renovation, and baby excitement, it wasn’t often they had a moment alone. He planned to make good use of their time.

  He scooped Chrissy up in his arms, causing her to squeal then laugh as he proceeded to carry her to their bedroom. Carefully, he set her on her feet and began to peel the clothes from both their bodies.

  “Mmm, I like where this is going.”

  “You’re really going to like what comes next.” Clint backed toward the bed, pulling her with him, and once he was on his back, helped her maneuver on top of him.

  “Oh, and what might that be?” She teased her sex across his erection.

  “Me.”

  Chrissy threw her head back and laughed as Clint palmed her swollen breasts. He pinched her sensitive nipples, earning a hiss as her pussy gushed across his cock.

  “You get more and more beautiful every day.”

  “And you get more and more full of it.” She leaned down to kiss him, lingering while she teased his mouth with her tongue. She drew away with a smile that dazzled him.

  “Someone’s gonna be full of it.” He punctuated the words with the thrust of his hips into her heat. “And it ain’t gonna be me.”

  “Promises, promises.” She fisted him and aligned his cock with her opening, taking him in slowly. When he was seated to the hilt, she threw her head back and moaned while grinding on him. “Mmm, that feels so good.”

  “You feel so good. And here’s another promise.” When he stopped his words, Chrissy opened her eyes and found his gaze. “To love you every day of my life, from now until eternity.”

  “Oh, Clint. I love you so much.” She leaned down to kiss him again, her rounded belly pressing into his abdomen.

  Clint spoke against her lips as he broke the kiss. “And I love you, Christine Jessup.”

 

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