It’s Complicated (Her Billionaires #5)(113)
Author: Julia Kent

“Oh, Alex, I—” And then she tipped over, walls tight around him, the core of her touched by his flesh, each stroke like a prayer of love, driving deep into her center, taking up residence permanently.

“Let go,” he urged, his own body going taut, jaw tight and mouth crushing into hers as her calves felt his ass become granite, his h*ps slowed to smaller thrusts, and he let out a sound of ecstasy that matched her own cries of release, the vibration blending with the rush of rain, an ending to a perfect beginning.

With Dr. Perfect.

As her body tremored, then slowed, finally warm and glowing from the aftermath of joining so thoroughly with Alex, Josie wrinkled her nose, then wiped water off her face. Drenched. Inside and out, half na**d with Alex still inside her, in a little garden behind a public library.

Reality sank in and she began to laugh. His warm eyes, covered in pelting drops, rivulets of water streaming down the planes of his face, studied her.

Thunder rumbled and two seconds later a crack from the sky made her tighten involuntarily, the shattering glass sound a little too close. “We need to get out of here,” she said, memorizing this moment, their bare skin touching, bodies on the grass, mud-soaked and all-too primal.

Alex kissed the tip of her nose and pulled out, then peeled away, searching in the grass for his clothes. “I think these are yours,” he said, flinging a mud-covered pair of shorts at her. The thwack against her chest made them both laugh.

“Here’s your underwear!” she shouted above another rumble of thunder, aiming for his head. Direct hit. Both were now streaked with mud, their backs covered, faces smeared.

Their clothes were about as easy to put on as threading cooked spaghetti through a straw, but Alex and Josie managed to cover enough important parts to avoid breaking any local nudity ordinances.

“You look like you just ran a Tough Mudder,” she said, pointing and laughing.

“I’d say the same of you, but you don’t run.”

Throwing herself into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist, she kissed him with complete abandon and joy, the rain washing some of the mud off, until the sky crackled and Mother Nature poured what felt like buckets over them. Sliding down, she finished the kiss standing, the taste of him divine.

“We gotta go!” he bellowed, pulling her toward their cars.

“So—what’s next? Where do we go from here?” she shouted. It wasn’t so much an operational question, as in what to do next, but more metaphysical. Where did they go from here? What do you do when you find your true love? How do you go from being profoundly changed back to your life?

What, literally, comes next?

“How about a cup of coffee? I know this really cool diner…”

Josie groaned.

Jeddy’s it was.

But no more table for one.

THE END