Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 105756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
“The desk?”
I felt rather than saw his smile. “Great idea.”
It was a good thing I’d tidied my workspace earlier in the week, and my desk was mostly clear of clutter. Jonathan manoeuvred me a few more feet into the room before settling me on the desk. Outside in the hallway, I heard shoes clip by, and my heart gave a sharp jolt. Then I remembered Jonathan had locked the door, and relief set in.
“You’ll need to be quiet. Can you do that for me, Ada?”
“Yes,” I breathed, my response a little loud as I gazed up at him, panting.
He lightly spanked my thigh. “Quieter than that,” he tenderly scolded then began undoing his pants before unsheathing himself. “Hitch that skirt up for me,” he went on while stroking his cock up and down.
I did as I was told, wetness flooding my core at the way his icy blue eyes lowered to between my legs. I was certain there was a damp patch on my underwear, but it was his fault for getting me so worked up. “And the knickers.”
I loved how intense his gaze grew as he watched me lift my hips to remove my underwear until I sat across my desk, my skirt up around my hips exposing my naked sex.
“Beautiful,” he said, his guttural voice making my nipples bead. “Do you have any idea what you do to me? I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you, too,” I breathed just before he pressed the head of his cock inside me. All the air seemed to leave us both at once, relief and pleasure to be joined at last, and he pushed in farther until he was fully seated. “I’ve missed this,” I gasped, the sensation of him filling me making me dizzy. My entire body practically vibrated with pleasure as I gripped his shoulder to pull him closer then whispered in his ear, “Are you going to do that thing now?”
“What thing?” he grunted, eyes closed as though savouring being inside me.
“The thing where you both fuck me and make love to me at the same time,” I replied, and the sinful smile that graced his lips had my heart shimmering in my chest.
“Why, yes, I do believe I can fulfil that request, Miss Rose.”
Him calling me Miss Rose sent me all the way back to the first time we’d met, when he’d only ever addressed me formally and there was a wall of brick and steel and stubbornness between us. Those few weeks before we’d finally given in to the draw that tugged us towards each other. It felt like a lifetime ago. Now, we were as one, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Epilogue
Ada
6 months later
The “For Sale” sign had been a long time coming, but Jonathan was finally ready. I could feel it.
When I’d come to him with the news of our parents’ passing, he’d been plunged into a dark place. Now he’d come out the other end and was finally ready to let go of the house he’d grown up in, a house that was filled with both happiness and pain, memories good and bad.
I lowered myself to sit next to him on the front stoop, handing him a glass of red wine then sliding my arm though his and taking a sip from my own glass. Jonathan stared at the sign the estate agent had put up earlier in the day, a look in his eyes that told me he was at peace with his decision to sell. As much as I loved the house, I knew it was important for Jonathan to move on.
Besides, the memory of his mother lived on his mind. He didn’t need a building to remember her by.
“You okay?” I asked, resting my head on his shoulder. It was mid-June, one of the nicest times of year weather wise, which meant I could finally wear my shorts and sandals. Even though it was nighttime, it was still pleasantly warm out. Jonathan and I had been going to the beach the last few weekends, and we were both developing a bit of a tan. We’d also just officially moved in together. After a number of months moving between apartments, we’d finally settled on living together in his place. Although I hadn’t managed to convince him to rent out the spare apartment yet. The mercurial man was still allergic to the idea of having neighbours.
He lifted my hand and brought it to rest on his lap as he exhaled a sigh and nodded. “I’m good.”
I knew he wasn’t lying. Over the last few months, I’d become an expert at reading him, so I knew when he was telling the truth.
“I’ll miss this place, but it’s the right thing,” I said, knowing that cutting loose the house that tethered him to a painful past was a healthy step. “Some family is going to buy this house and make a life here. You’re giving them the chance for a beautiful home.”