Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 109608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 438(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 438(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
When both our breathing was labored, and I couldn’t stop rubbing my backside against his hard cock, I whimpered in protest when he removed his hand from between my legs, but only so he could caress my hip, before he trailed it down, gripped my thigh and hiked it forward.
I felt his long frame shift down, then I felt him glide inside.
My head fell back to his shoulder.
His middle finger returned to my clit, and his cock thrust in and out of me.
When he made me come, I noticed distractedly that I did sound like a harlot.
No, an absolute trollop.
I adored it.
It was perfect.
A few minutes later, I found I loved the rough, rich rumble of his much more.
After his orgasm left him, Jamie slid inside and wrapped his arms around me before he murmured in my ear, “Clean you up and then you can go back to sleep.”
“What time is it?”
“You don’t want to know.”
I suspected I didn’t.
He kissed below my ear, my shoulder, then he slid out of me, climbed over me, and did what he said he was going to do.
He came back after returning the washcloth to the bathroom, and in the early morning light, I saw the stark beauty of his naked body, including his very handsome, and endowed even soft, cock.
Mm.
He sat on the bed and pulled the hair away from my face. “I’m going to shower and then get on with my day. Even though I’d like to take you out on an official date to celebrate our change, I think here tonight again. I’ve been sharing you too long.”
“I love that idea,” I said softly. “Do you want me to ask Alyona for something specific?”
“Her salmon en croute.”
I could have answered my own question.
It was his favorite.
“Consider it done.”
He bent and touched his mouth to mine, moved away minimally, and ordered, “Now, back to sleep.”
I smiled at him, thinking that would be impossible, him in my home, my room, my shower.
My life.
Fully.
Completely.
But considering the orgasm he gave me, after I enjoyed watching the backside of him walk away, and heard the shower start, I fell right back to sleep.
I was at my vanity, finishing my makeup, when my phone lit up.
Mika.
Delightedly, I took the call and put it on speaker.
“Hello, darling,” I purred.
“You guys did it!” she gloated.
I was unsurprised she read that in the tone of my two words.
I’d been correct the evening before, and it wasn’t (only) that I received more that morning.
I was going to feel headily and splendidly fucked for at least a week.
Nevertheless, I refused to dignify Mika’s shout verbally, but I did allow myself to smile.
“How was it?” she asked.
“A lady never tells,” I replied.
“Oh my God, don’t even with that nonsense,” Mika returned.
I brushed on blush, sharing, “Jamie is uniquely skilled at making love and fucking at the same time.”
“Really?” Mika breathed.
“I can’t explain it, dear. I didn’t even know such a thing existed. But I can assure you, it does.”
“That sounds amazing.”
“That would be putting it mildly.”
“I’m so happy for you, honey,” Mika gushed.
She wasn’t the only one. “He is too.”
“I could tell,” she said. “It was like he was a different Jamie, at the same time, he wasn’t. There was just something…peaceful about him the whole time you two were out here. And that’s saying something, considering why our family reunion came about.”
Blush brush frozen in mid-air, I stared unseeing at myself in the mirror as something altogether marvelous curled contentedly deep inside of me.
“Nora?” Mika called.
I went back to brushing. “He doesn’t hide I make him happy.”
“I love that about him.”
I stopped brushing.
“He does seem peaceful, doesn’t he?” I asked softly.
“So do you,” she said, just as softly.
“I’d…given up on thinking I’d have this,” I admitted.
“I know, honey. I can’t even begin to tell you how thrilled I am for you. For you and Jamie. How thrilled we all are for you.”
That snapped me out of it.
“Well, darling, rein it in. Chloe is already far too proud of herself for this happenstance, when Jamie and I did most of the work. It’s like she burnt the sugar on top but is claiming the creation of the entire crème brȗlée.”
I heard her happy laugh. “No one steals Nora Ellington’s thunder. Not even Chloe Oakley.”
I dusted some highlighter along my upper cheekbones. “Precisely.”
“I’ll warn Chloe.”
“Thank you.”
“Tom and I are coming back in a couple of days. I’ll let you know when we decide, and we’ll get together after we’re back.”
“All right, dear. I’ll see you then.”
“So happy for you, Nora.”
There was a grave depth of feeling in my, “I am too, Mika.”
“Love you,” she whispered.
“And I you,” I returned.
We rang off.
I finished my makeup, rose, and went into my massive closet.
Alyona was in there, moving things around.
At this affront to my meticulous closet organization, I arched my brows in query.