Last Name - Dr. Rebecca Sharp Page 0,54

because your fake Frenchman boyfriend wouldn’t have.”

My gasp of air trickled out in a moan as his hands slid up my legs. Their grip warm and strong, holding me together in all the places I was worried might fall apart.

“So lucky.”

His mouth closed over mine, hungrily ravishing my mouth.

I heard my whimper sneak between us when his hands found the edges of my thong, skating back to grip and knead my ass.

My arm curled around his neck as my other hand wedged between us, reaching for the waist of his pants.

It only took seconds. Frantic. Furious. All-consuming seconds. Before my legs were around his waist, underwear shoved to the side, and the hot rod of his cock slide from my hand deep inside my body, both of us shuddering in pleasure and relief.

“So wet for me, Care,” he rasped. “Guess I wasn’t the only one suffering in silence all night.”

He groaned and began to rock into me. My slickness made the motion so fluid, so swift. It was pure torture. My head tipped back against the wood of the door, feeling every vibration as his hips slammed into mine.

“So beautiful. So fucking mine.” His words were pure adoration and they pushed me even higher than the electric pleasure of his length sliding into my pussy, hitting every earth-quaking spot on the way.

My fingers speared through his hair, holding his head close to me as his lips trailed kisses along my chin, down my neck. Seams popped and I prayed for the pretty blue dress as he yanked a sleeve down to free one of my breasts from the scooped neckline that taunted him with my cleavage all night.

When his lips suctioned over my nipple, stars exploded behind my eyes. His hard thrusts became rough. Desperate.

The hole in my chest I’d walked around with for the rest of the night was gone. Filled—Overflowing with James.

Because that was what he did.

He didn’t just do enough. He didn’t just do the minimum. He did more. Went above. He fulfilled everything—every dream when he decided on it.

“James,” I pleaded, my eyes squeezing tight.

A feral grunt echoed against my chest and I felt the caress of his lips as he spoke, “When you come for me, it’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.”

I screamed as my hips snapped forward, my orgasm shearing through every restraint my body possessed as my body seized around him.

His hoarse shout overpowered mine a moment later as the heat of his release flooded inside me.

Heavy breaths sprinkled with small moans infected the air for the following few minutes. Our bodies panted, clinging together with the dampness of desire and the tension pulling us toward the final tier of emotion.

James pulled back first, his hand cupping behind my neck so his eyes could capture mine.

The words were on the tip of my tongue, and when his mouth parted, I thought the same declaration was about to spill from him. The way he looked at me… the way he held me… everything told me that he loved me except in those exact words.

Words that appeared to be held back by something.

“I’m not letting you go,” he declared with a harsh breath, his gaze scanning over my face as though to memorize every feature.

Why did he sound like he might have to?

And like a sinkhole, the gaping wound in my chest opened back up, wondering if this was it—if this was the part Lynn had warned me about.

Where James realized I wasn’t worth the risk.

My throat was tight. Clogged with conflicting emotions as he slid from my body and set me down.

No.

I wouldn’t let her win. We could get an annulment so I could quit, and then I would no longer be an employee. It would no longer be a problem or something to be rumored about.

If that was what it took, I’d give him back his last name if it meant keeping his heart.

“James, I—”

“Carrie—”

We both started at the same time. He nodded, allowing me to go first as we started up the stairs toward the bedroom.

“I have to ask you something,” I said as we stepped into the spacious master. His eyebrows rose. “What’s the real reason you don’t want your family to know what you had to do to save the business?”

His steps paused. Whatever he thought I’d been about to ask, it wasn’t that.

“I didn’t want them to know how bad it was,” he said with a low voice, folding his arms over his now-disheveled clothes. “I didn’t