NICE GIRL TO LOVE (THE COMPLETE THREE-BOOK COLLECTION)(30)

The more being when she took control and slid him to the hilt on her own.

He’d expected nothing less.

And he would’ve smiled over it if he weren’t so busy trying not to come.

Teeth clenched, body fighting his brain something fierce, he started a steady rhythm, a torturous rhythm. He dragged her hands above her, pinned them against the leather seats, and her tight, slick walls began pulsing around him in response.

Pumping into her harder, faster he buried himself as deep as he could go. Again and again. His breathing rasped against her neck, “Let me feel it again. Drive me crazy, Abby. Come for me.”

She did.

His mouth came down on hers hard as she gripped him in a hot, liquid explosion that sent him hurtling over the edge right after her.



Later, much later, he realized he must have blacked out there for a minute. Or ten.

When he somehow managed to regain enough brain ability to shift his weight off of her, she grumbled a sleepy protest and followed him as he rolled onto his back.

Smiling, he tucked her in against his chest and did his best to ignore the fact that her sweet weight on him was making him hard again.

Around Abby, his constant arousal was a state of being.

As was this feeling of never wanting to let her go.

It had been the same way last night when she’d fallen asleep on him during the movie. Rather than carry her back to her room right away, he’d just held her and dozed off with her for a bit. Now here he was again, ready to fall asleep with her in his arms, liking it far more than was sensible.

The realization didn’t stop him from dropping a kiss onto her hair and closing his eyes.

He’d worry about letting her go later.





CHAPTER SEVEN


“SO WHAT NORMALLY HAPPENS at the end of the month?”

Connor sighed. These were not normal questions he usually entertained.

“I mean, it’s got to be an awkward last day,” pressed Abby. “What do you do? Shake hands and provide a severance package with references?”

Damn it, looks like it was cold-hearted bastard time again. “Most times, I just leave before they wake up.”

Abby’s jaw dropped and he could see she was officially offended on behalf of all womankind. “You don’t even leave a note? An email or text message, maybe? A grocery store flower arrangement with a ‘to whom it may concern’ card? Anything?”

Well, when she put it like that.

Her brows went up a notch. “Wow, you’re kind of an asshat.”

He jerked back defensively. “Why? Because I refuse to draw things out and string these women along? I’ve had enough of the post-one-month drama to know how each one of those gestures you just listed could play out. A call or text is always way too awkward because it puts it back on her to reply. And if she does, we’re right back at the start of a vicious loop. Email isn’t all that much better, and actually rather insulting if you ask me. Meanwhile, leaving a note is much, much worse. If I leave a note, then it’s like leaving the hope that this isn’t really goodbye for good, that I want each word I’ve written to be analyzed with the magic relationship decoder ring for the secret hidden message.” Oh yeah, he was officially worked up. “And a gift? Are you serious? If I send a gift, hell, that’s the same as saying I’ll be back someday so don’t ever forget me.” He looked her square in the eye. “Why do that to them? At least if I leave without a word, they know that’s it. Door closed. The end.”

She was expressionless in her silence.

“Say something,” he grumbled.

“You’ve obviously given this a lot of thought.”

“I have!”

“Everything you said is probably more true than not.”

He’d yet to realign his jaw. She wasn’t getting off that easily.

“I’m sorry for calling you an asshat.”

Finally.

“It’s clear that your logic, though warped and jaded, comes from someplace honest and kind.”

Aaand, of course. “Do you have any idea how infuriating you can be?”

She beamed. “Oh c’mon, just because you win an argument doesn’t mean I can’t get in some good blows. What kind of fight would that be?”

Choosing to hear only the most important part of that, he puffed up his chest in satisfaction. “So you’re admitting I’m right?”

Her pert little nose went up in the air. “Most certainly not. I’m saying I get why you think you’re right.”

Laughing, he kissed the tip of her nose and began arming up to go another round when the doorbell rang.

He ran over and pulled the door open to a less than welcome swirl of Chanel and platinum blonde hair.

“Hey, babe.” Victoria took off her suit jacket and popped a kiss on his lips. “If I beg really prettily will you give me one of your magic foot rubs tonight? I had a killer day today.” She pulled off her stilettos one at a time as if they were singlehandedly responsible for all modern torture techniques. “In return, I’ll massage any part of your body you want.”

Connor jerked back and took a giant step away as he silently guided Victoria’s attention over to Abby on the couch.

“Oops! I’m sorry, I didn’t know you had company.” Victoria grabbed his shoulder to slip her stilettos back on her feet, groaning in her usual, unintentionally tripleX way.