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of the pharmaceutical hiring and knowledge to your boss. So if Evan Daniels made the offer, it was most likely due to your own merits.”
    We continued to talk while enjoying our tea and dessert. Finally, around five in the morning, we went back to sleep. I was so thankful we’d both have Friday off to deal with some of the aspects of the wedding. I had a bridal fitting scheduled, we both were due at the reception hall to go over the final menu and make any adjustments, and we’re supposed to spend time with all of our families for dinner at his parents’ house.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 6
     
     
    I didn’t want to get out of bed. We’d hardly had any sleep, but Laurel was calling to swing by and pick me up for the bridal shop. I glanced over at the clock and couldn’t be mad at her for waking me. She’d waited until eleven to call, but I was so tired and still needed to call Jocelyn to ask her advice.
    “Fine. I’ll be ready to go in about thirty minutes.” I felt Jonathan’s erection pressing against my thigh while his hand came up to cup my breast. “Make that about forty minutes.” I hung up the phone.
    He took the cell phone out of my hand and placed it on the nightstand, while putting his legs between mine and opening them up to reveal how he was turning me on. “If I only have ten minutes of your time, then we’d better get to it, love.”
    His lips came down hard on my lips, our tongues wrestling one another as his hands traveled from my thighs up to my breasts and back down. He was all over me, possessing every inch of my body and consuming my mind.
    I couldn’t think straight, but moaned when I felt the tip of him press against my center and then shove forward with such force that it made me gasp. Every time he entered me, whether slow or fast, felt like the first time we’d made love. He stilled his movements, allowing my body to adjust to his size, since he was huge, before he started moving. He pulled back until the tip was almost out before lunging back in.
    My legs wrapped around his waist, causing my hips to tilt, allowing him deeper entry. Why did it always feel so good to have him buried deep in me? I love how he drives me insane when he tries crawling up inside me.
    The pace he was setting was slow, but building. Every nerve within my body was lighting up and responding to him. I could feel the edges of my orgasm begin to build as he quickened the pace. His tongue was still wrestling with mine, while one hand came down and added friction to the nubbin of my clit. My orgasm seized me, making my eyes shoot open, throwing my head back, and praising his name over and over again.
    He rode out my orgasm and found his own release after a couple more thrusts. I loved how we normally snuggled after we made love, but this time, Jonathan climbed out of bed, still holding me on his rod, and walked us into the shower. We made love one more time before I had to get dressed and meet Laurel out front.
    He walked me to the front door, dressed only in his jeans and a navy t-shirt, and gave me a sweet kiss and hug. “I don’t want to be away from you today, not after the revelation you had last night. But I understand it’s bad luck to see the bride in her dress before the wedding.”
    I nodded in agreement and turned to exit the front door when his arms circled around my waist and held me tight. His breath rushed across my ear as he whispered, “Please stay safe and call me if you need anything, even just to talk.”
    My heart melted knowing we had such a strong pull toward one another. I didn’t want to leave the house. I just wanted to stay wrapped up in his arms in our bed all day long. But we had plans that needed to be dealt with and issues that needed handling if we ever wanted to be married.
    I reached my hand toward his face. “I know, darling. I feel the same way. I’ll try to call Jocelyn if I get the chance. Please see if you can talk to Garrett.”
    “I’m going to drop by