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I shake my head in a silent no. His hand covers mine, guiding it as we hold my breast high together, his thumb stroking the soft underside. My head falls back against his shoulder, helpless against the dizzying pull of his voice, our touch, and the mirror making me watch every second of it. My eyelids drift low but never shut. I’m too enraptured by the filthy tenderness of it.
“It’s because I don’t want to miss a thing, Mia. I love seeing how your body moves for me. With mine. The way you melt, then coil. The way your thighs part for me and then clamp back around me when it feels too good. The way your breasts look in my hands. How fucking good they feel.”
My chin drops when he squeezes them a tad tighter, and I catch him in the mirror, licking his bottom lip.
I moan his name.
“Wait, baby. I'm not done. If I blink, I might miss the way your stomach tightens when I touch you… just right.” His hand guides mine all the way down to my clit, his finger drawing a lazy circle around it, making my lower belly go taut.
Our hands move around behind me, and he parts my cheeks, positioning his hard length between them. “Fuck, I love the way your ass turns my favorite shade of scarlet if I spank it enough. And when I finally get to thrust hard in that pussy?” He drags his mouth over my shoulder and up to my ear. “I want to watch every beautiful inch of you ripple for me.I want to see the way all this softness responds to me.”
His words are altering my brain chemistry in real time.The combination of the hypnotizing mirror and the reckless trust I put in him is changing something in me.
“Preston…” I barely get his name out. “You can’t say things like that and expect me to survive.”
He turns me around and pulls me closer. “I have higher expectations than that. I need you to believe it and stop hiding.”
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
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Robes forgotten,we cuddle naked in bed, and I tap my phone until the alarm reads “School pickup.” I’m not letting this turn me careless. I'm still the nanny, even with Preston's hand warm on my stomach.
He pulls me in, arm snug around my waist, and my body answers without permission: shoulders dropping, breath evening out, my back fitting too well into his chest. The ease of it should scare me more than it does.
In a few hours, we’ll have to put our clothes back on, pick Lily up, go home and act like we didn’t spend the day becoming something we shouldn’t. I stare at the wall and practice my “nothing happened” face until my throat stops tightening.
“This is the quietest you’ve ever been. Have I broken you?” He pulls me closer.
“Help me stop overthinking things. Ask me something.”
“What scares you?” He doesn’t even hesitate.
“Really?” I turn toward him. “You went for the jugular like that?” I’m too raw to give him anything but the truth. “That I’ve already peaked. That being Liam’s PA was a lucky fluke, and the rest of my life is just… downhill from here. You?”
Preston takes a beat, but gives me full candor too. “Fucking it all up. Again.” The confession lands heavily, and the bed feels smaller.
“You won’t.” I sound more certain than I could possibly be, having just arrived in his life, but that’s how I feel.
I turn and cup his face, fingers soft, attempting to anchor and convince him.
“Whoever you fall in love with next? She’ll be the luckiest woman alive.You’re good, Preston.Not because of your looks or your money or your massive, frankly unreasonable cock.” That earns me the barest twitch of a smirk. “You’re good because you care. Because you try. Because you show up even when it’s hard. You love like it’s oxygen. And that kind of love? It saves people. Yourself included.” I kiss him once, slow and lingering.
Then instantly cringe. “Ugh. Sorry. That was way too much. Blame it on the orgasms. I’m not usually this… mushy. I think you broke my sarcasm filter.”
Luckily, I still have some kind of filter left and don’t tell him that right now,Iwant to be the luckiest woman alive.
Preston doesn’t say a word. Just holds me tighter. I don’t say more either. Because I’ve already said too much—and maybe, just maybe, exactly what he needed.
We lie in silence for a while, letting the words sink in and blanket us.
“Thank you,” he murmurs while his lips touch my forehead. “And no, you haven’t peaked, Mia. And you’re no fluke. I see how hard you work for anyopportunity you get. How much you put in, even for the smallest tasks. There’s no other way for you but up.”
I lift my head, reaching for his lips, sealing his mouth shut with a kiss. Enough of these promises we have no business making. Enough of falling in love within a day. What kind of nonsense is this cartwheeling in my chest? This was not on the list, and it has no place there.
I pull the duvet higher, as if it can protect me, as if it can draw a line, or some distance between us. I’ve never been a good liar, but this attempt is borderline ridiculous.
Sleep draws me in before I can overthink a safe way out of this, and the alarm buzzes me back to reality before rest can set in my bones. Either he never slept, or he woke up before me; either way, he looks way too happy, staring at me while I check for drool and eye boogers.
