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The blue eyes were fathomless, dark, and far. Although he looked at her, he seemed to see beyond to a world where he knew the words that were coming. To a world where she no longer resided.
And she had meant to let him sit in it because he had been a dick. Because she wanted him to see that he wasn’t always the one in control, the one calling the shots. Someone else could do it and things would turn out okay.
But his knuckles were white. The broad chest betrayed how uneven his breaths were, and the sound of his voice, broken and distant, sliced through her.
She closed the distance between them. Confusion twisted his face.
“Anna...”
“Listen to me.”
She put her hands on his shoulders, and he jolted. Like a natural reaction he grabbed her hips and Annalisa almost gave up the speech she’d planned, under the way it felt to be gripped like that.
“I did do a lot of thinking, but most of it was after I ran into Len.” His mouth opened but she put a finger to his lips. “He told me about Bellus. He told me what I already knew about you. You don’t think anyone else can make decisions.” She placed her knees on either side of his legs, on top of the chair. “Well, babe. I made a decision for both of us.”
His hands raked up her back, under the sweater.
“I quit,” she said, wild desire flooding her body at the feel of his hands. “I auditioned for Lubov and he hired me. I start next week. So, out of all those worries in your head, I’m erasing one. So, we,” she continued, dropping her forehead to his, “can try this out.”
He gasped. With one arm he lifted her up and with the other he swiped everything from his desk to the ground. Laying her down, he climbed over her, confusion and joy making tears start from his eyes. His mouth covered hers. His hands were under her shirt and in her hair, down her backside and between her legs, gripping her thighs.
Over her mouth, her forehead, her neck, and between her breasts he kissed.
And it was not until he had made her quake, forced her to hang onto him breathless, did he speak a whisper away from her lips.
“Diva,” he murmured. “You get everything you want.”
“I want you.”
“You’ve got me. Damn how you have me. I’ll be at every show you dance. I’ll be at the front doors of Bellus every day you get off.”
“You better be,” she said, pressing her mouth to his.
He said something else, but she didn’t hear. The swell of his biceps, the steel of his chest crushed her and there was only the sound of his breath, hot in her ears, as they found the freedom to, finally, move as one.
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The End.
Babe. Here we are, again. At the end of where all romances end—happily. I’m so glad you let me bring you here. I’m so glad God gave me the chance to write these stories. And I’m so glad my husband always cheers me on to write them. I did something a little different with this book. Did you catch it? This is the first time I’ve linked any of the contemporary romances to one another. So, if you want to know more about that drama with Alan Jung. Martina, and Maraav, you should check out their story in the Under Lights duology. Those were the first two books that made me an author.