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)
His fingers traversed my neck and chest, drifting down my stomach and between my legs to circle my clit. My moans filled the room, my orgasm swiftly hurtling forth. It was the first time in my life I’d had a lover who knew exactly how to touch me without practice or me telling him what I liked. With Jonathan, everything felt intuitive. Or perhaps, like me, he’d spent a lot of time imagining this.
I pressed my mouth to his collarbone then moved to his neck, kissing and lightly tracing the skin there with my teeth. A rumble filled his chest.
“Keep doing that,” he urged, his fingers still on my clit while his hips moved fast. “Ada,” he uttered my name, and something about his gravelly tone had me coming apart, my orgasm causing my inner walls to spasm. Jonathan swore, still thrusting while I came on his cock, waves of divine pleasure washing over me. The next thing I knew, he was kissing me again, his tongue invading my mouth while he massaged my breasts, hips rutting.
When he came, it was with a rumbling growl, hands cupping my face as he continued kissing me. I was completely satiated, boneless beneath him as he licked and tasted me.
When he finally drew away and pulled me into his arms, he draped the blankets over us as he held me. His much larger body cradled mine, and I’d never felt so safe. It took a few minutes for my heartbeat to even out. Jonathan lazily stroked my stomach, which only functioned to turn me on again. Before I knew it, I was squirming in his arms, tugging his mouth down to mine and begging him to fuck me again.
Much later, after we’d cleaned ourselves up, Jonathan’s gaze caressed me, his eyes hooded and relaxed, a dopey smile on his face as he lay strewn across my bed.
“I really needed that.”
I smiled and joined him under the blanket. “Me, too.”
A short silence passed while he traced circles on my arm. “Are you going to tell me what happened earlier?”
I sighed. “It’s a bit of a long story.”
“I have time.”
I spent the next few minutes filling him in on my confrontation with Cathal, followed by me accusing him of being the petty cash thief, all before discovering the true culprit was a seemingly harmless old lady who looked like she wouldn’t harm a fly.
When Alf and I went to speak with Bernie in her room, she immediately denied it was her. I began to worry she might be displaying early signs of dementia. When we searched her room, we found not only the petty cash money tucked away behind her television set, but also a number of items from around the building as well as several personal possessions of other residents. A scarf Philomena had thought she’d lost on an outing several months back, a book belonging to Archie and a watch I was certain I’d seen on Bill up until a couple weeks ago. Knowing Bernie’s daughter was listed as her next of kin, I called her up, and after breaking the news to her about her mother, the woman sighed and said, “Not this again.”
It turned out Bernie had been a prolific shoplifter in her day but had stopped doing it in her later years. Well, it appeared she’d decided to have a last hurrah at Pinebrook. The daughter apologised and expressed worry that we might kick her out, but I reassured her that wasn’t going to happen. Now that we knew of Bernie’s predilection for taking things that didn’t belong to her, we could keep a better eye on her.
“So, now, I just have to hope Cathal has a change of heart and doesn’t make the complaint.”
“I feel bad,” Jonathan said. “I was the one who planted the idea in your head that it might be him.”
“That’s not your fault. I probably would’ve started to suspect him with or without your input. He’d been acting completely out of character around me.”
Jonathan stroked my hair. “Want me to have a word with him? I’m confident I could convince him not to complain.” There was a rumbly protectiveness in his voice that had my stomach whirling.
I burrowed deeper into his embrace. “No, it’s okay. Even if he does complain, they won’t fire me. I’ll just get a warning. They’d have too much trouble finding someone to replace me in the current climate.”
“Hmm,” he murmured, his hand lightly rubbing at my hip, and I resisted the urge to request he make love to me one more time. I couldn’t deny it to myself that that was what had transpired between us. I had deep, complicated feelings for Jonathan, and judging by the way he looked at me, not to mention the sheer masculine satisfaction when he’d noticed I was wearing the earrings earlier, I had a feeling he had just as many complicated feelings for me.