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“Lana, you can’t. I-I’m not going to last,” I manage to push out.

  I feel the beginning stages of my orgasm low in my spine, so I pull her off me with a pop. I brush some stray hair out of her eyes and smile at her, then kiss the tip of her nose, and she scrunches her face as my stubble tickles her.

  “I want to be inside you when I come. I’m not going to last, though,” I warn.

  She nods, and I pull a condom out of my pants pocket on the floor. I rip the foil and roll it on. When I climb on the bed, she lays back, spreading her legs to give me room to crawl between them. She glistens from her earlier orgasm, and I can’t wait to feel her warmth envelop me. She reaches between up and helps guide me to her entrance.

  I slowly thrust my hips forward, and her eyes roll back as I push all the way in, settling myself deep within her. I drop my forehead, savoring the feeling of being inside her again. She feels even better than I remember, softer somehow. I want to stay here forever, encased in her.

  “Tristan, please move,” she says, pulling me from my thoughts.

  I don’t want this to end, but I know I’m only good for a few thrusts. I want to feel her come around me. It was a tease, having her come on my fingers. I find her engorged clit with the pad of my thumb and press down, making small circles as I sit back on my heels to watch myself slide in and out of her. She circles her hips and presses her fingers down over mine, helping me move over the nub how she likes it best.

  I keep my thrusts slow as I build her up, her breathy moans and pants urging me to help her find her release.

  “Lana, I’m going to come, baby. Are you there?” I clench my teeth, trying to hold off. She doesn’t even have to tell me. Her body goes rigid, and she clamps around me so tight it forces my own orgasm from me. I pound into her, giving her everything, making her take it as I extend both our pleasures.

  I drop to my forearms, and she takes my face between her hands, kissing every part of it she can. I try to bring my heart rate down and breathe normally, but I still kiss her deeply when her lips find mine. I pull away after a few minutes to discard the condom and get us cleaned up.

  That was amazing. She was amazing. She turns on her side, leaving her clothes on the floor, and I pull her against me. I kiss her head, and she mumbles something I can’t quite make out. “Sleep, baby,” I say before getting comfortable and falling asleep.

  We didn’t get to talk this morning, too busy kissing and bringing one another to another amazing orgasm. Then she was running late. She gave me her work address so I can show up today for an eleven o’clock appointment with her and Eloise to look over the blueprints and see the model they have constructed.

  I stand outside the tall building and look at all the glass, shining in the sun like thousands of diamonds. The building is huge. I take the elevator up to the fifteenth floor, and when the doors open, I’m standing in front of a desk with a huge sign for Smith and Quill Designs behind the girl.

  She smiles at me. “Hi, can I help you?”

  “I have an appointment with Lana Robinson and Eloise Quill. My name is Tristan Ellis.” I smile back at her. Her eyes light up, and she blushes a little before looking back at her screen.

  “Great, I see you here. Please, have a seat, and Ms. Robinson will be out to get you in a few minutes. Can I offer you any water or coffee?”

  I shake my head and take a seat. My leg is bouncing with energy. I need to see Lana. I haven’t felt right since she left me alone this morning. After a few minutes, I feel her before I even see her. I turn in time to see Lana step into view, her smile sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.

  “Mr. Ellis. So nice to see you again.” I stand, and she extends her hand to me, keeping it professional between us. When I grasp her hand, her face reddens a little, and she looks to the ground. She’s probably remembering where my fingers were this morning. I want to be there again.

  “Nice to see you again as well.”

  “Please, follow me. Eloise Quill is already in the meeting room waiting for us.”

  We walk down the hall, and she checks to see if anyone is looking before giving me an unexpected peck on the lips. It’s nothing more than a tease, and I want to pull her to me and demand more. But she’s at work, and I don’t want to get her in trouble, so she will have to make it up to me tonight.

  I smirk and ask quietly, “What was that for?”

  “I’ve missed you, and you look incredibly sexy in that button-down shirt,” she whispers just loud enough for me to hear.

  She doesn’t give me time to say anything back before she knocks on the meeting room door and pushes it open. The space is large and bright with the curtains pulled back, showing off some of the Boston skyline.

  Eloise stands and walks over to me, extending her hand for me to take. “Mr. Ellis, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

  We shake, and I extend the same greeting. I take a seat opposite of Lana, and we get started. She goes over the sample of the cabins and reviews the blueprints with me. I ask a few questions, and she answers them with ease. Eloise tosses in her two cents here and there, but mainly, she lets Lana control the meeting. It’s amazing to watch her. She’s definitely in her element here.

  We wrap up about an hour later, and Lana walks me to the door. “Meet me downstairs. We’ll go for lunch,” she requests quietly.

  I nod and fight the urge to kiss her on the cheek, instead giving her a firm handshake and adding a little extra squeeze for good measure. “See you in a few.”

  Chapter 13

  Lana

  That meeting went better than I expected. Eloise was smitten with Tristan, and who wouldn’t be? He knows how to lay it on thick when he needs to. I reach my office and grab my purse, ready to get something to eat.

  “He seems nice,” Eloise says, standing in my doorway.

  I look at her and smile. “Yes, he is. It was a pleasure getting to work with him.”

  She smirks. “He wouldn’t be the history that was at Black Stallion Ranch, would he?”

  I blush and try to dodge the question. “I’m glad you got to meet him. He seems happy with the work we’ve done.”

  “Lana, sit for a minute.” She closes my door, takes a seat opposite my desk, and crosses her shapely legs. I smooth my skirt under my butt and sit at the edge, nervous energy pooling in my stomach. “He didn’t fly all the way over here for a meeting. I’m glad I had the opportunity to meet him, he seems like a nice man, but I want to make sure things are okay with you. A few days ago, you wanted to give this account to someone else. Now, if I heard you in the meeting correct, you want to go back out to spearhead the construction?”

  I furrow my brows, confused as to what she’s getting at. “Yes. Normally, we send someone out during the initial construction for a few weeks, and then again toward the end to make sure everything is running smoothly. I did the work, so I feel I should go out and supervise. Is there a problem?”

  She shakes her head. “I don’t want to see you get hurt. You know I think very highly of you. You are an extremely hard worker. You have done a lot for this company, and I appreciate that. He’s a nice boy and seems to have a good head on his shoulders, just be careful.”

  My expression softens. I did share a fair amount when I told her I shouldn’t be working the account, and I can see where she’s coming from. “Thank you, Eloise. I’ll be fine.”

  “Good. Also, I got a call this morning from a Simone Carrington from London, England.” I tense at the mention of her name. “She told me you two met in Wyoming, and she wants to hire you to do some redesign work. Seems you have a lot of fans there.”

  I smile weakly. “Yeah, I know her family. We met the first time I went to the ranch. She mentioned wanting to hire someone for design work, and I gave her the information for Quill and Smith Designs.” I take a deep breath, hoping to ease the thrumming of my heartbeat in my ears. “I can’t take that account. You have to send someone else.”

  She shakes her head as her smile fades.
“She specifically said she wanted you to do the designs.” I lean back in my seat and push out a breath. “Go to lunch with Tristan, and we will figure it out when you get back.”

  I bite back a smile as she leaves my office, then I scurry down to meet the man who makes my heart beat a little faster.

  I’ve been trying to figure out how I’m going to tell Tristan about my upcoming trip without him flying off the deep end. I know his thoughts on Russ, and if I’m being honest, I share some of those opinions. This isn’t about Russ, though; this is about Simone. She did mention wanting me to do some designs when I saw her last week, but I didn’t think she was serious.

  I stand outside my front door, trying to find the courage to face him and tell him, but I’m chicken shit. I think it might be best for me to not mention who I am going to be helping. Client confidentiality and all that, right? Is that even a thing in my line of work?

  When I push open my door, he sure is a sight for sore eyes. He’s lounging on my couch in a t-shirt and basketball shorts. I let my eyes wander for just a minute, getting my fill of him. Damn, I am one lucky woman. He smiles and closes the gap between us, wrapping me up in his arms and planting a kiss on my lips.

  “I could get used to coming home like this every night.” I sigh as he kisses my neck.

  “You look good enough to eat. Watching you take control of that meeting today was something else.” He nips my earlobe, and a pang of need hits me hard in my center.

  “You already told me that today.” I swat his arm, trying to pull from his grasp.

  “You need a reminder.” He swats my ass with his large hand as I moan. “This skirt drove me crazy today. Whoever designed it needs a standing ovation. I kept fantasizing about bending you over the table in the meeting and having my way with you.”

  “Oh, God.” I close my eyes, picturing it. Picturing the thrill of being in my office as we do something so dirty where we could get caught.

  He pushes me backward until we are next to the couch and then spins me around, pressing me down so my hands are on the armrest. I widen my stance, knowing exactly what he wants. He’s about to get the surprise of a lifetime when he sees I’m not wearing any panties.

  He pushes my skirt over my hips and groans. “Are you kidding me? You haven’t been wearing any all day?”

  I look over my shoulder and shake my head, a smile creeping up. He drags his fingers through my soaked folds, then brings them to his mouth for a taste. I bite my lip; the scene is so erotic. I want him in me so bad. I want to feel all of him, no barrier.

  “Tristan?”

  “Yeah, babe?” he asks, rubbing himself against my ass.

  “I want to feel all of you. No condom.” I hold my breath, waiting for his answer.

  I feel his dick pulse against me, so I know I didn’t scare him too bad. He steps back long enough to pull his shorts down and slicks himself up with my arousal. When he pushes the tip in, I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. He inches in slowly, each of us moaning with the pure ecstasy of this moment. I’m wound so tight from just thinking about having him in me that it’s only a few thrusts before I come apart on him, thrusting my hips back to extend my own euphoria.

  He grips tight on my hips, and I’m sure I’ll have bruises in the morning, but I don’t care. He comes quickly, grunting and breathing heavily as he empties everything into me. He slowly pulls out and places his hand on my back to keep me in place. He hurries to the bathroom to get a cloth and helps clean both of us up, like the gentleman he is.

  When I turn to face him, I’m smiling so bright I’m surprised my face hasn’t cracked. I expected his expression to match mine, but there are worry lines marring his perfect face. I somber up quickly.

  “What’s wrong?”

  He drags his hands down his face and then pushes his fingers through his hair. “You’re the only one I’ve ever had that way. Ten years ago, when I took you that way, that was the first and last time until now.”

  I hold his face in my hands. “You’re the only one I’ve ever had sex with that way, too.”

  His eyes light up. “Really?”

  I shrug and kick off my heels, making me almost a foot shorter than him. “Yeah. When you took my virginity, I wanted to have that first experience with you, and no one has ever been good enough to have it with again.”

  He’s rendered speechless, and I stand on my tip-toes to kiss him. Everything seems right between us until I remember the reason I didn’t want to come home. I need to tell him about my upcoming trip. Hillary booked my flight to London for tomorrow night, returning Saturday morning.

  I put off telling him and decide to order some food and watch a movie snuggled on the couch. I’m not ready to let him go just yet. I want to stay in our bubble just a bit longer. That all comes to a halt when his phone rings, and his dad’s name flashes across the screen.

  “Dad, what’s wrong?” He sits forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

  The volume on his phone is just loud enough for me to hear some of what he says. Mom has been in an accident. Not her fault. Drunk driver. Everything changes in an instant. The electric energy fizzles and turns dark. Now, my goosebumps aren’t because of his touch—it’s fear.

  He stands and walks to the bedroom, leaving me sitting there alone to wonder. I want to give him space, but I struggle because I want to hold him and take away some of the pain I know he must be feeling. So, I do the next best thing. I pull open my computer and start looking for the next flight to Laramie.

  I find a flight that leaves tomorrow morning at six and start typing in all of his information. He walks back into the room, looking panicked. His eyes are wide, and he can’t focus on any one thing in the room.

  “I found you a flight for six tomorrow morning. It’s the first one with availability.”

  He nods. “Okay, thanks,” he mumbles as I finish typing in my credit card information.

  Last-minute flight, eight hundred dollars for one way. I know he probably paid more than that to come out here, and honestly, I wouldn’t bat an eye if it meant helping him get to his family. His mom has always been so loving and welcoming to me. Even after all this time.

  “Do you want to talk about it?” I urge, keeping my voice quiet.

  “No.” He rubs his forehead and closes his eyes. “I have a headache and an early morning. I think I’m going to pack my stuff and go to bed.”

  “Okay. I’ll help,” I offer.

  “No. It’s fine. I can do it on my own.”

  Please, don’t shut me out, Tristan. I don’t say that, though. “Okay,” falls from my lips as I watch him walk away.

  After some time has passed, I turn the light off in the living room and tip-toe into the bedroom. All the lights are off, and his back is to the door. His breathing seems deep and even, and I wonder how he can even sleep. I pull the covers down and crawl under them, kissing his shoulder before I turn my back to him.

  He shifts, pulls me into his arms, and kisses the back of my head. “I’m sorry. It’s a lot to deal with right now, and I do better alone.”

  “I know. I don’t want to push you, but I don’t want you to shut me out either. I’m here to talk when you’re ready,” I say quietly.

  “Thank you, Lana. You mean the world to me. Please, don’t give up on me. I’ll come around.”

  “I know. I’ll be waiting.”

  Chapter 14

  Tristan

  This damn flight feels like it’s taking days, not hours. There is still another hour until we land, and I haven’t gotten any more updates from Dad. They put her in a medically induced coma due to brain swelling. He told me she has a bunch of broken bones, and the doctor was surprised she’d made it through.

  My leg bounces with nervous energy as I replay the conversation in my head. Holden is watching over things at the ranch since Dad refuses to leave the hospital. I texted him last night to tell him I’m coming home, and he told me everything is going to work out. I pray to God he’s right.


  The stewardess walks past me and offers me something to drink. Hard liquor would be great right now, but I need to keep a clear head. I shake my head and close my eyes, trying to stop the building headache.

  Lana was so fucking sweet, doing this for me. I wish she was able to come with me, though. I never realized how lost I felt until she stepped foot in my life again. I can feel it when she’s not close, and I fucking hate it. I am finally starting to feel like my life is turning around, and I have her to thank for it. I’m going out of my fucking mind without her here. When she came to bed last night, my racing mind finally settled.

  I need that.

  I need her.

  She told me about an upcoming trip for a new client, so she will be out of the country for a few days. I didn’t want to pry too much since it’s her job, so I settled on getting a schedule when we could talk to catch up.

  Finally, the captain makes an announcement about our initial descent into Laramie, and for the first time this entire trip, the knot in my chest loosens, and I feel I can breathe easier. I rub the spot of my chest that has been under pressure for too long and take a deep breath.

  I’m too impatient, and since we are close to the ground, I take my phone off airplane mode and pull up a text to Holden.

  Me: I’m almost there. Any news from my dad?

  Holden: Not yet, want me to come get you?

  Me: No, I’m going right to the hospital to see Mom. Let me know if anything major happens, and I’ll keep you posted.

  I place my phone to my ear, listening as it rings, and the woman next to me glares at me. I really don’t give a shit, lady. It switches to voicemail, and I hang up without leaving a message. The wheels hit the tarmac, and we taxi up to the gate. If they don’t let me off this flying tin can soon, I’m going to burst.