Before she can continue, I unzip her dress, dropping it to the floor and exposing her olive skin and a pretty blue lace bra covering her beautiful tits. They are big, luscious, and I want to suck on them all night.
Her body is fucking fantastic, just like her. I can’t wait to trace every inch of it with my lips and my tongue. I don’t wait to make my wish a reality and start at her collarbone, sucking her sensitive skin.
Eileen moans as my mouth devours her. She trembles as my fingers slide up and down her torso. Without fumbling, she yanks my belt open, undoes my button, and unzips my zipper.
My straining cock pushes at the front of my boxer briefs. I shiver as she traces my erection with her long finger. I take her hand. “Don’t do that or this will be over too soon.”
I need to lose myself inside of her. Feel her body grinding against mine.
Our eyes meet as I lower myself, peeling off her matching panties. She’s a fucking goddess, and I want to worship her all night long.
“I need you,” she says breathlessly.
“Tell me, what do you need?”
She grabs my erection. Her touch shoots sparks through my spine all the way up my body. Her hand rubs my length. It’s so fucking good I’m about to come.
But that’s not enough, she drops to her knees, lowers my boxers and my shaft springs free, almost touching her beautiful lips. My cock pulses against her palm as she skims her hand upward, barely touch the head, but close enough to make my knees tremble with desire.
Oh, fuck. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. Our gazes lock as her mouth opens wide. Then it closes. With a smile on her face, she kisses the tip making me shiver.
“You’re a tease.”
She licks her lips before she runs her tongue through my length and under my balls. I let out a loud a groan when she sucks my sacks.
“It’ll be my turn to torture you soon,” I warn her closing my eyes.
That’s when I feel her mouth swallowing me—taking me all the way down her throat. Shards of pleasure threaten to shoot every way as she sucks me while she plays with my balls.
My fingers twist in her hair as she takes me harder and deeper. My muscles tense as I’m losing control, and as much as I’m loving this mind fucking blow job, I’m not ready to come.
“As much as I love your mouth, I need to taste you,” I groan and let out a hitched breath.
I pull back. My cock popping free of her mouth. “We need to stop, or I won’t last. I want to make this good for you too.
“Come to bed with me,” I insist, pulling her to me and slowly setting her on the bed.
Her heavy eyes stare at me, hungry and needy. I sit right next to her and lean forward, running the tip of my tongue over one of her nipples still covered by lace and satin. I hurry to unfasten her bra, releasing a pair of perfect, round globes. Reminding me they are more beautiful than my imagination does justice.
As I watch her, I don’t know where to start to make this good for her. There are so many things I want to do with her, to show her. I breathe through the sudden urge that’s overcoming me. Since when do I care this much about my technique? It’s just sex.
For a moment I think, what am I doing? But I turn off my brain and focus on the now, kissing my way down her body. I part her thighs as wide as I can. My hands trail up her silky bare legs, starting at her ankles and making my way up her shapely calves. I gently kiss her behind her knees.
“Talking about teasing,” she moans.
I smirk and kiss her outer thighs, getting closer to the apex but avoiding it.
“Jason,” she says my name frustrated.
“Everything okay there?” I tease. “Is there something you’d like to request?”
It takes every shred of my willpower not to eat her. I don’t want her to beg, but to ask for what she really wants. Not to just wait for someone to serve her what’s left over.
“Just say the word, and it’s yours,” I say but continue stroking her legs with my hands and tracing the outline of her sex with my mouth, teasing her and not giving her what I know she desperately wants.
“Spearman!” she protests with a moan.
“That’s not what you want, beautiful.”
“You know what I want,” she groans when I place a kiss so close to her swollen clit. I’m so close, I can taste her.
“Be bold, Eileen. Ask for what you want, what you deserve,” I insist.
“I want your mouth on me,” she speaks loudly.
“Your wish is my command, my lady,” I say
I look into her soulful green eyes as my tongue flicks against her clit. She closes her eyes, arching her back as I lick one long stroke and bury my entire face between my legs. She quivers and tightens as my mouth feasts on her. Devours her. I alternate between sucking her sensitive bud, pushing my tongue inside her along with my fingers, and just nibbling her while I get turned on by the sound of her pleasure.
“Jason,” she moans, and I growl, pushing further, licking faster.
Her body begins to tremble, her inside walls throbbing around my fingers. She yanks my hair, moaning as she thrashes against the bed. Her legs close on my head as she whimpers.
I rise and grab a condom from my nightstand. After rolling it down my length, I position myself on top of her. I grab my shaft, placing it softly at her entrance and look into her sweet eyes. “Are you sure about this?”
“Please,” is all she says before I slip my tip inside her.
I sink in inch by inch. I groan, lost inside her eyes and press deeper. She thrusts her hips against mine until I’m all the way inside her. She feels so good. So goddamned right. Her hands cling to my shoulders as I begin to move. Her legs hook around my waist. We begin slowly but in seconds, we find our own rhythm, which is intense, fast, urgent—as if we can’t get enough of each other.
Wrapping my arms around her, I kiss her shoulder as I rock deeper into her body. Her body tenses and then starts to quake beneath me. Small pulses squeeze my cock as she moans. My back stiffens, my balls tighten, and a quake takes over my body while I release the pent-up energy inside me.
“I love you,” I whisper as I start coming down from the high. “Forever.”
43
Jason
One week after the wedding
The soft melody of a piano starts playing. It sounds like a Billy Joel cover, maybe a little in reverse. A voice begins to accompany the piano. She sounds gorgeous. Her voice wraps me in a warm embrace, like a lover I never knew I needed.
Instead of dancing like a soulless chump, desperate for one more round of applause, I search for her voice.
Wading across the stage with a simmering spotlight on me is hard, but I manage.
The piano gets to an accelerando, and I run out of shits to give. I belt out a melody of being so close yet so far—a melody to match her subtle vibrato.
She sounds like an angel waiting to take me home.
I find her lying on top of a grand piano. It’s Eileen. She’s in a black dress that hugs her all the way down. Her hair is curled like something out of a noir flick.
She belts into a microphone before sitting up.
“Hey, hot stuff,” she says, beckoning me closer. “What took you so long?”
“I literally have no idea,” I murmur.
“Come on, Jason,” she says playfully. “You know this part.”
I harmonize with her as I help her down from the piano. We dance slowly in circles as we sing. Not to the audience, not to anyone else. Just to each other.
My alarm goes off a little later than ass o’clock in the morning, as it always does on Sundays. I groan, stretching as I realize how fucking trapped I am in someone’s hug.
I look over my shoulder, grinning when I see her head buried against my back. “Hey beautiful,” I murmur.
Eileen hugs me tighter. “It’s Sunday, so shush.”
I chuckle, rolling over to hold her better. She hums, settling her head into the crook of my neck.
She swats me lightly. “I’d rather have coffee first.”
I chuckle, squeezing her tighter. “We could make arrangements for that.”
She grumbles under her breath, but she kisses my neck so damn lovingly.
We get up ten minutes later, trudging into the kitchen together while I pour the coffee and she turns on the news.
“Hey, they’re passing some new legislation in the state house about sales taxes,” she says.
“Well, turn it the fuck up,” I say enthusiastically. “Fuck yeah, let’s start our morning with a party.”
She laughs like a million bucks, like the sun floating around the moon, singing praises of its love.
“Come on, Jason,” Eileen says jokingly. “Let’s cuddle.”
“Hey, that’s my thing,” I say, even though my heart fucking stutters with how perfectly she slips into my life.
We watch the news wrapped around each other, slowly sipping coffee as we quietly murmur about local events.
Yeah, this is how I want to spend every morning.
“Are you sure?” Eileen says a couple of hours later as we stand awkwardly on the most cutesy cat themed welcome mat I’ve ever seen.
“Sure, why not?” I ask.
“Doesn’t it seem a little... soon?”
I frown. “Does it feel too soon?”
Eileen shrugs. “I guess not. I just—I’m not intruding, right? I don’t want to be a nuisance—”
“Eileen, my light, my love, my precious shot of espresso,” I say. “If anything, I’m the nuisance. You’re more than welcome here and honestly, they’re fucking thrilled.”
She takes a deep breath, nodding confidently. There’s my Eileen.
I knock on the door. It only takes a second for it to fly open.
“You were right behind the door, weren’t you?” I say.
“Hush,” Emmeline glares.
“That’s—”
“No, Jason,” Eileen says. “It’s sweet. You’d pull that stunt any day.”
Emmeline has the audacity to giggle at my expense. “See? You found a good woman here, Jase.”
I say, “Don’t call me that,” at the same time that Eileen says, “Please don’t call him that.”
Emmeline rolls her eyes. “Okay, lovebirds. Anyway, come on in! And welcome, Eileen, to Sunday Brunch.”
When we step in, I suck in a breath. My parents and Alex are here too.
“Where are the girls?” I ask looking around.
“Emmeline thought it’d be best if we eased Eileen into the family,” Mom says as she steps closer giving me a kiss and a hug then hugging my girl. “It’s so nice to meet you, dear.”
I look over at Em and mouth, thank you.
She shrugs as if it’s nothing, but I know it is. And maybe I should stop being so harsh to her when she’s always so supportive.
“Everyone, the food is on the table, but you guys can eat anywhere,” Em announces, and then she also hugs Eileen and says, “Welcome to the family.”
Epilogue
The Next Year …
Jason
“You want one of those, love?” I ask Eileen as she holds Caroline, one of Jack’s twin daughters.
They are only a few hours old but already loved by all their uncles. Mom and Dad are over the moon. Emmeline is feeding Marianne. Mom would be holding her hostage if that wasn’t the case.
“Not yet,” Eileen answers kissing Caroline’s forehead. “We have a lot on our plates, don’t you think?”
I smile and nod.
Last September, we opened a therapeutic practice that combines everything she’s always dreamt of—helping children and adults with special needs who only have to pay according to their income.
The clinic keeps me busy, and helping others is a great change of pace from what I used to do before.
“I love their names,” Eileen says when Jack takes his sweet little girl from her. “But how did you guys come up with them.”
Jack glances at Em who smiles at him. They don’t answer, but I’m sure there’s a story behind them.
I get it. There are stories worth telling and others worth living. Eileen and I share some of the pictures we take during our trips but keep the stories behind them to ourselves.
We lived them for us.
Life isn’t exactly what I dreamt when I became an adult. It’s actually better. Unconventional at times, but perfect for us.
Eileen and I are made for each other. We have our disagreements—who doesn’t? But after hours of arguing, she wins and I get to have fantastic sex, so in retrospect, I win.
I win because I spend my days with the love of my life. A woman who is not only wonderful but loves me the way I am.
My parents keep asking me when we will get married. I don’t have an answer for them. We exchanged our vows a year ago—at Charlie’s wedding unbeknownst to our families.
The paper doesn’t matter.
I am already spending my life with my best friend and my forever love.
The End
I hope you enjoyed reading Then He Happened, keep reading for an extended excerpt of my bestselling romantic comedy, Maybe Later (Jack and Emmeline’s story), My One Regret (my favorite Rockstar Romance) and one of my favorite friends-to-lovers romance, Found.
Maybe Later
Billionaire Jackson Spearman is impatient, demanding, and private.
He’s practically a recluse.
When his assistant goes on maternity leave, Amy Walker virtual assistant extraordinaire arrives to save the day.
Or does she?
Amy is inquisitive and far too optimistic.
She isn’t impressed with Jackson at all.
Is she even real?
They can’t stand each other.
Unfortunately, they can’t seem to resist each other, either.
Soon, their work relationship starts to feel like something more…
Even when Amy meets her dream man, she can’t seem to stop thinking about her annoying online boss.
And the woman who’s never fallen in love before, finds herself falling for two men.
Both of them have everything she’s ever wanted.
But she has to choose one.
Can Jackson convince her that he can be everything that she needs?
Or will her past come back to haunt them and ruin her chance at love?
February 21st
Mrs. Jones,
Thank you for your inquiry about our services and for filling out our initial application. It’ll be a pleasure to help you find just the right virtual assistant for your needs. Please, let me make sure we got some details right. On the application, you describe your current boss as impatient, aggressive, micromanaging, and somewhat of a social pariah.
Did I misread it? Is there a possibility that this was a typo?
If you could please correct or expand on your description, I’d appreciate it. Mrs. Darlington explained our mission correctly. We always find the assistant who will best fit your company. Even for social pariah. We have the right person for that.
Best Regards,
E. Lancaster, CEO
Virtual Assistant Everyday Services
March 4th
Mr. Spearman:
Don’t forget tonight’s Gala at the Civic Center. As the guest speaker, you can’t excuse yourself and send a big fat check in your place. On Sunday, you have brunch with your family—your plane ticket is in your Inbox. Per your request, I wrapped your brother’s present and left it on your desk. Monday’s calendar has been updated. Mr. Lincoln wants to meet with you early next week.
As a reminder, I’ll be off for the next three months. My maternity leave starts next Monday. I can’t push it any longer. My due date was yesterday.
My replacement knows how to access your calendars, as well as your files, and has been shadowing me�
�online—for the past couple of weeks. You can contact Amy Walker, your temporary assistant, via phone, chat through the portal she provided, SMS, and email.
I sent you the information for the Virtual Assistant app. Once you sign in, it’ll prompt you to change your password. I saved your VA’s contact information on the database too. Be aware that the VA won’t do in-person tasks for you, but she’ll schedule them for you.
What does that mean for you?
She won’t bring you coffee. Zoe, the receptionist, can do that. It also means she won’t deliver your lunch at eleven with a small Pellegrino water. Ms. Walker works remotely. If you need anything, you have to contact her and ask to schedule the service, or order online.
Or, you can always use the Meals-on-Demand. It’s safe, they don’t care who you are. As long as you use the company account, no one will know it’s you.
I can’t stress enough the fact that I won’t be available for the next three months. That’s ninety days. Please, refrain from contacting me—or I’ll quit. VA-Everyday Services is one of the most prestigious and reliable companies. They keep your information secure, and their assistants are college graduates. Amy Walker’s qualifications exceed my own. Please, be aware that if you lose her, you won’t have an assistant until I’m back.
Sincerely,
Carla Jones
P. S. Your welcome package from VA-Everyday is on your desk.
My One Regret
He was a rockstar.
A Legend. And a Single Father.
I should’ve stayed away.
I just couldn’t resist him.
We were happy until he texted.
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