Last Name - Dr. Rebecca Sharp Page 0,46

reach.

“Oh, God, James…” The mushroomed tip of him brushed more fully against that sweet spot, and I knew I was a goner.

Just like that night.

The moment he saved me. The moment he offered to take that first picture for the scavenger hunt. The moment he bought a beret and pretended to be French. The moment he kissed me.

And the moment he agreed to fake a forever that wound up being real…

Each and every moment had been one bet on top of another, bigger and bigger, until my whole heart was on the table.

And now, it was his.

I felt him swell inside me as my muscles tightened down. The brush of his wiry curls against my clit combined with each prod of his cock was too much. Too incredible.

My mouth opened and a strangled cry escaped. I’d meant to say his name—to plead for more… for faster… but no name came out. Only need.

Only need because there was only one name between us… mine.

He drove into me one last time, as though he knew it would be the thrust that would send me over the edge. His cock spreading me wide and rubbing every aching inch along the way, hurdling me toward release.

And when he jammed against that aching, needy spot, it took me over the edge.

I screamed and exploded around him, my body shaking with the violent triumph of fulfillment.

Searing.

Exquisite.

My orgasm so intense I couldn’t be certain if it was what killed me or brought me back to life.

A moment later, his groan echoed into my chest and the steady pulse of his cock filled me with the heat of his release. For long seconds he held himself taut, the only movement was the forceful pump of his length wedged between my recovering inner muscles.

James collapsed on top of me and I welcomed his weight; it kept all the part of me from floating too far away as the lingering traces of my orgasm began to fade.

“Wow,” I breathed.

“Right back at you, gorgeous,” he rasped, planting a soft kiss on the side of my neck.

With a groan, he rolled to his side and pulled me with him.

I settled far too easily against the hard stone of his chest, drawing a deep breath and finding his familiar scent—the one that smelled of adventure and promise yet lingered with the spice of stability.

My throat tightened.

Even though we were here… even though this happened… it still couldn’t change what needed to be done. The last thing I wanted was for any kind of relationship to progress with the weight of commitment already strained around its neck.

If this was going to be forever, it wasn’t going to start with that decision being written in stone.

Or, in our case, written illegibly on a marriage certificate from a drive-through chapel.

“James…” I began hesitantly.

He slid his hand and placed his thumb on my lips, preventing me from saying more, and the look in his eyes indicated he knew exactly where I’d been about to go.

“Annulment or not, Mrs. Arden,” he murmured, tucking strands of my hair behind my ear. “You’re mine, and I’m not letting you go.”

I swallowed as my heart swelled to the point of rupturing inside my chest.

James made me feel protected. Cherished. Adored.

Loved.

And that was why I continued to show my hand, laying more and more pieces of myself bare to him because I knew he could be trusted to take care of them.

“I think I’d like that, Mr. Arden.”

It was a dangerous game I was playing.

A moment ago, I’d been so sure that forever had to be brought to the table naturally. But when he said those things, all I wanted to do was cling to that certificate like a life raft for my bruised heart and never let it go.

I stopped short, seeing the small black box on my desk.

I looked around, no sight of my secretary or any of the other staff in the vicinity, though there was only one person this could be from.

No wonder her smile had an extra spark to it this morning when I dropped off her coffee.

Even though it seemed like I’d taken her hostage for the last four days, considering she was either busy working in my hotel or confined to my bed, she still insisted on certain boundaries.

And if it meant keeping her, I was happy to oblige.

One of them being that she refused to enter the hotel with me in the morning. After keeping her position when it was pretty clear she’d been