One Bold Move

In less than twenty minutes, he arrived at the Inn. He pressed his lips into a thin line when he got closer to the brick and stone building. Thankfully, he knew where to find her even though he didn’t have her number.

His pulse was pounding hard in anticipation of seeing her again. They might be nemesis right now, but their chemistry was off the chart.

It was crazy. When he shouldn’t be thinking of how soft her lips, how sweet she tasted, and how smooth her skin against his palm, yet his unruly dick had mind on its own, and his brain was flooded with Charleigh’s naked image since he drove to the Inn.

He parked his truck and sauntered toward the door, thinking of what he should say. He should explain, of course, he was more worried if Charleigh would not accept his apology anymore.

The receptionist gave him a small smile after giving Charleigh's room number.

When he reached the door, he knocked and let out a shaky breath. He couldn’t remember knocking on a woman’s door other than his late wife’s, and that was ages ago.

Jesus! He had it bad.

His heart hammered in his chest when the door swung opened. Charleigh was wearing a baggy shirt. Her hair was tied up her head in a messy bun, and her eyes were red as if she was crying.

“Are you okay?” That was the first words came from his mouth. The worry in his voice was palpable as he stepped inside without waiting for Charleigh's invitation.

“What are you doing here?

“Why are you crying? Did someone hurt you?” He closed the distance between them and inspected her head, her arms, then cupped her face to check her from injury. He then looked at her in the eye. “Charleigh?

Charleigh stiffened at his sudden concern. He could see the wary in her eyes. When he was done checking her, and she seemed fine, she narrowed her eyes at him. “I’m fine.

“Then why are you crying?” He held her hand and led the way to the small gray couch. Bryce sat, and instead of letting her sit beside him, he pulled her into his lap.

Charleigh looked at him, despite the anger brewing in her chocolate brown orbs, they still filled with sadness. “I always messed things up.

“Like what?

“My friendship, my relationship, and now my job.

“I screwed things up, too, Charleigh,” Bryce admitted as if it would make things better for her.

He leaned closer as he pushed his fingers into her hair. Her sweet smell assaulted his senses. Charleigh’s shirt neckline fell off her shoulder, and Bryce couldn’t resist the temptation not to run his nose against her now exposed shoulder.

Charleigh shuddered. “Why are you here exactly? Shouldn’t you be with your wife and daughter?

“I don’t have a wife, Charleigh. If I have, I would never cheat on her.

Charleigh stilled. When Bryce lifted his gaze, he met Charleigh’s confused look.

“My wife died during childbirth. I never remarry or dated since then.” He ran his thumb on her jaw, up to her cheek, and let it brush to her slightly parted lips.

His urge to slam his mouth to hers like he did the last time was driving him mad, that even his muscles tensed everywhere, but he would never do unless Charleigh was sure about it.

They had goals; his shop and Charleigh’s job. He would be willing to press her against her bed right now if they would keep their disputes aside.

“That doesn’t answer my question.

“I don’t just shove my tongue to someone’s throat. Are you still up to our deal?

“You came all the way here to have sex with me?” Charleigh stared at him in disbelief, but her eyes showed something different, and even right now, she was absentmindedly brushing her fingertip against his cheek, to his nose, to his jaw, then bushed her thumb against his lower lip.

They were definitely on the same page.

“I never did this before, and I’ve never been straightforward like this, but I know whatever we have won’t affect what we are fighting for. You’re a professional and just doing your job, and I will do everything to keep my shop.

Bryce lifted her chin, letting her gaze meet his. The air shifted, desire thickened in the room. Their breathing turned heavy. Their world started to spin as if waiting for one of them to make a move.

They stared at each other for a long minute. It was excruciatingly painful, yet they were taking their time to decide.

Bryce knew his heart would explode if he would not move because his muscles were quivering, his body was burning, and his cock was painfully hard.

But Charleigh was already capturing his lips in a deep and passionate kiss. His body pressed to hers as their tongues dueled.

She straddled him, and a whimper slipped her mouth as soon as he sucked her tongue and ground his thick erection into her.

“Jesus,” Bryce murmured against their mouths when he ran his large hands against her thighs up to her hips. A hot tingling spread across his skin down to his spine. “Do you always sleep without anything under a shirt?

Charleigh was not wearing underwear, and Bryce lifted her as if she weighed nothing, and she quickly snaked her legs around his waist.

“Twenty-four hours is long enough. And I’m done playing a good girl. I can’t wait for someone who hates me to like me. So—”

Bryce looked at her lust flooded eyes. “What did you do?

“What I was about to do.

“Thank fuck!” He crushed his mouth to her again. This time he kissed her brutally like a starving lion.

He threw themselves to the bed, causing it to squeak as they bounced together on top of it. He continued kissing her, and Charleigh didn’t protest when she found his large hands pushing up her shirt. She let out a low moan as she helped herself to remove the only thing that covered her body.

Bryce was quickly on his feet, darting his blue eyes at her, filled with hunger and lust that he never tried to conceal.

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