The Lying Season (Seasons #1) - K.A. Linde Page 0,60

hollow of my neck, and my entire body clenched as goosebumps broke out over my neck.

He grunted. “Fuck…you’re so tight.”

But then everything settled into perfection. I urged him with my hips to begin to move. He slid out of me with a shudder and then forward.

Once he started to move again, we were both goners. He sat up, gripped my hips in his hands, and thrust deep inside of me. Part of me thought I couldn’t take it. Part of me wanted him to go deeper still. And he did somehow. He kept going, driving into me with abandon. I gripped the comforter in my hands, arched my back, and cried out over and over again. I felt sure I was going to wake up everyone in the building. And I didn’t give two fucks.

“Lark—”

But he didn’t get to finish because he plunged into me one last time, and I saw stars again. I erupted on command just as he came hard and fast inside of me. He shuddered on top of me as we hit our orgasms together. Then, the waves died down, and we crashed onto the shore together, collapsing into nothingness.

We were both panting as he slid out of me and removed the condom. He pulled me tight against his side and kissed my hair. All the fight had left our bodies. Just Jell-O left behind.

“This…feels like a dream,” I told him as I nearly fell asleep against his chest.

“And yet, it’s real.”

“What happens in the morning?”

He ran a hand up and down my back. “I make you breakfast before work.”

“What happens at work?”

“You don’t overthink this, and everything works out.”

I laughed softly and then yawned. “That sounds just like me.”

“Don’t worry about work. We can be discreet. Now that I have you, I’m not giving you up.”

It sounded dangerous to me. But in the moment, I couldn’t muster up the energy to care.

“Okay,” I said and then pulled him in even closer. “I’m not giving you up either. No matter what.”

Part IV

Who Could Ever Leave Me?

24

Lark

Sam leaned forward over my desk. “I’m just saying…I want a real date.”

I shook my head, but my smile was megawatt. Everyone in the office had to have seen the change in me over the last two weeks. It was like a light had switched. Who knew getting laid would make me a little less insane and intense.

“We don’t have time to go out on a real date,” I told him. “The primary is a month away.”

“Not quite,” he said. “And anyway, who said anything about going out?”

I arched an eyebrow. “I’m listening.”

He stepped around my desk and came to stand before me. He offered me his hand, and against my better judgment, I let him lift me to my feet. We were mere inches apart. My stomach tightened with excitement and nerves. I didn’t know how the campaign would react to us dating, considering I was the deputy campaign manager and he was just legal counsel. But I also…didn’t want to find out.

He slid his hand into mine. “This is what I’m thinking. After work tonight, you come over to my place. Dinner, drinks, some Brooklyn magic.”

“Brooklyn? You want me to come to your place in Brooklyn?” I asked in surprise.

Two weeks, and he had never once intimated that he wanted me in that space. I feared that it was because it was where he had lived with Claire before she went on tour. Or that…maybe he just didn’t want me to see where he lived. After hanging out with me and Court and Camden in our varying levels of fancy Upper East Side apartments, maybe he didn’t want to show off what it was like to really live in the city.

“I mean…unless you don’t want to.”

“No! I do. I would love that.”

He arched an eyebrow. “Really? You sounded skeptical.”

“Well, I didn’t think you wanted me there.”

“It’s been easier to stay at your place,” he admitted. “Even with English and her self-satisfied smiles. As if she were the matchmaker in all of this.”

I laughed softly. “That’s English. And…it is easier at my place, but that doesn’t mean I only want to stay at mine.”

“So, you’ll come then? Tonight?”

I opened my mouth to reply, staring up at his lips…so damn close to mine. Wondering if I should just respond with a kiss when the door to my office burst open.

Sam and I jumped away from each other faster than humanly possible. I brushed my hands down my shirt even though it