U.K. Boxing Day: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 91)

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by Flora Ferrari


  The others have red swirly icing, little snow sprinkles, and gingerbread people.

  Their sweets are too cute, and five minutes later we’re walking out with a box of assorted goodies.

  “Are we going to eat dinner soon,” I wink.

  “I’m ready to enjoy my sweetness again,” he says as his eyes drift down to my zipper and then back up to my lips. He leans in and kisses me and I pull a cupcake out of the box, giggling as I take a bite and offer him one as well.

  “I can’t remember the last time I ate a dessert,” he says.

  “It shows,” I say patting his abs through his jacket.

  We backtrack a half a block and then turn left. The houses in this area are stunning. If I had the money I’d live here without question.

  And a short block and a half later he’s merging into me again directing me up a sidewalk.

  “You know these people?” I ask, seeing some movement inside the house we’re approaching.

  “You could say that.”

  As we arrive he pulls a key out of his pocket and much to my surprise sticks it in the lock.

  “After you,” he says.

  I step inside and see there’s some sort of hologram movie type thingy playing that makes it look like a family is home. And I thought a good security system consisted of one of those fake frogs that make a “ribbit” sound, a video camera that doesn’t actually record, or maybe a dog if you can afford it. This guy takes protection to a whole other level.

  “This home looks familiar?”

  “Because it’s yours now,” he says.

  “Don’t tease me,” I say turning and giving him a playful slap on the arm.

  “Come with me,” he says, taking me by the hand and giving me the tour.

  “This is the master bedroom,” he says extending an arm.

  “The whole first floor?”

  “Why not?”

  My jaw just about drops.

  He guides me up one level to the reception room where there’s a large bay window that has a view similar to the one below in the master bedroom.

  We step up to the window and look out at the garden below.

  “Wow. Private garden right?”

  “Only owners are allowed inside. Not even their guests are allowed to enter.”

  “Too bad I’m only a guest,” I say.

  “Not for long.”

  “Stop it!” I say, giving him a slap on the behind.

  I look back out at the garden again. “Something looks so familiar about this garden,” I say. I bring my hand to my chin and try and place it. “What street are we on?”

  “Elgin Crescent.”

  “Hmm. Doesn’t ring a bell.” I rack my brain for something, but can’t come up with anything. “What street backs into it on the other side?”

  “Lansdowne Road.”

  “Oh my god, that’s it. This is it.”

  “What?”

  “That’s Rosmead Garden, isn’t it?”

  “Sure is.”

  “That’s where…” I pause not wanting to mention William again. “That’s where Julia Roberts climbed over a fence to sneak into a private communal garden at night in that movie.”

  “The realtor did mention something about some movie being filmed back there twenty years ago or something. She was treating it like some big selling point, but gave up when she saw I had no interest.”

  “And you live here?”

  “Not often. I just bought it back in May, mostly as an investment. I spend most of my year outside the city, training and minding my own business.”

  He sees how blown away I am and takes my hand.

  “Let’s go,” he says, as my face stays glued on that beautiful garden until my body is already moving in the other direction.

  “Can I take my coat off before we continue the tour?”

  “You’re going to need it.”

  I move my mouth to repeat the words, but don’t actually say them. Why would I need my jacket upstairs? Does he have a rooftop?

  But instead of heading up, we head back down, exiting through the front door, and saying goodbye to my cupcake box, which I seem to have lost track of.

  Instead of guiding me back onto the street somewhere he goes right to the entrance to the gate, unlocking it and allowing me to enter first.

  Movie or not the place is truly magical.

  If I were to have a family in London this would be the absolute perfect spot. I extend my arms and spin around, feeling free, safe and on top of the world.

  I can imagine my kids playing here one day as I play with them, or watch them from inside the house as I do dishes or work from home on my laptop.

  It’s like I stepped right into the perfect life, if only this was my life.

  I twirl around again, but this time as I spin back around, right in the middle of the grass, the back of my hand hits something.

  “Oh!” I say and see that he’s literally caught my hand in mid air.

  I smile and he…drops to a knee.

  On this Boxing Day evening, he opens the most important box I’ve ever been presented…one from London jeweler Lucie Campbell, whose designs have been worn by the likes of actress Juliette Binoche and singer Fergie, of the Black Eyed Peas.

  The moonlight catches the platinum diamond engagement ring with stepped Baguette diamond shoulders, and my breath catches right along with it.

  “I’ve waited four long years for this moment and I’ll wait no more. You’re mine now. Mine and only mine, forever,” he says, sliding the ring on my finger.

  It’s a perfect fit, just like us. And he even knew I didn’t need to be asked. I was already his, ready to be taken just like he did…and now I’m ready to be taken in another way.

  “I love you,” he says.

  “I love you.”

  CHAPTER 14

  Ella

  Our car from earlier, which was of course waiting right outside Rosmead Garden when Oliver scooped me up and carried me out, moves and suddenly starts driving on the right side of the road.

  I break our kiss in the back seat expecting trouble, and quickly realize it means something completely the opposite.

  “The Savoy, sir. Ma’am,” he says to us.

  The Savoy is one of the only places in London where cars are required to drive on the right side of the road instead of the left, so that guests can board and exit from the driver’s side of the car.

  And the guest list is about as impressive as it gets. From Marilyn Monroe to Winston Churchill. Vivien Leigh met her future husband, Laurence Olivier, in the hotel’s lobby. It was also the location where the future Queen Elizabeth II was seen for the first time with her future husband, Prince Phillip.

  Fred Astaire danced on the roof with his sister Adele in 1926.

  Elizabeth Taylor celebrated her first, fifth and sixth honeymoons here.

  And manly men like Douglas Fairbanks and John Wayne had graced The Savoy with their presence, but none as manly as my man.

  Oliver takes my hand as the bellhop takes my bag from the boot of the car.

  Hand and hand we enter possibly the most amazing hotel in the world, one so opulent they were able to spend £100 million just on the restoration back in 2010.

  And more importantly I know exactly what Oliver has in store for our visit here.

  “Are we celebrating tonight, champ?” the receptionist asks.

  “Always,” he says, lifting our hands and showing off my ring before he effortlessly spins me around for a quick one-revolution pirouette.

  “Wooh!” I say, completely lost in the moment of our little dance. “I had no idea you knew how to spin me.”

  “It’s only fair the way you came in and flipped and spun my world completely upside down.” He pauses and I smile. “It was boxers who made Pilates famous you know. They discovered it on 8th Avenue in Manhattan in 1926. Not only that but some use ballet to greaten their advantage, although not me.”

  “Float like a butterfly and sting like
a bee,” I say.

  “I’m not sure I’m going to be able to do any floating tonight,” he whispers into my ear discreetly. “No way I’m going to be able to control myself.”

  He moves our hands back in front of him, rotating my palm over and casually, and in a way that draws no attention, placing it on his cock.

  Through his jeans I can feel the steel pipe he’s packing and know that once we get into our suite there will be no more waiting.

  My nipples are aching, they’re so taut and pressing so firmly into my bra. My pussy aches to feel him inside me…more than his tongue this time, although that, up to this point, is the most incredible moment of my life.

  We’re quickly checked in and shown to the elevator, where in minutes we’ll get started on making a life of our own, and starting our family together…forever.

  CHAPTER 15

  Oliver

  “Now it’s time to make you mine,” I say as the bellhop turns the corner of the hallway after placing her luggage inside.

  “You didn’t bring anything so what are you going to wear while we’re here?”

  “A robe at most, the feeling of your skin moving in rhythm with mine a large majority of the time, because now you’re mine.”

  I was so damn ready for her, so hungry. I was consumed by the need to claim her, and make her mine in every way possible.

  My fiancée.

  I sweep her right up off her feet and into my arms, kissing her hard as I carry her through the threshold of our room.

  I’d do the same soon when I brought her home for the first time as my wife.

  But right now all I could think about was her, being inside her. Putting my mouth on every inch of her body as I tasted her before I filled her with the ultimate Boxing Day gift…the seed that breeds her and gives us our child.

  And this time there was no one to distract us. No views of London. No small glass spaces.

  We have complete privacy and I have her completely to myself.

  I kick the door closed behind us, hearing the electronic lock closing us in.

  She reaches up to me, locking her arms behind my neck and pulling her mouth up to mine so I can taste her lips. I feel electricity shoot through my veins knowing how damn close we are already. Knowing I could lay her on the bed, pull out my cock and come all over her right now, claiming her by rubbing my spunk into her skin.

  But that’s not what this is about, not at all.

  This is about our future, about putting as much of my juice inside her that there’s no way I don’t breed her right here and now.

  And to do that I was going to bury every single inch of my cock into that tight little pussy of hers.

  “Make me yours,” she says, and I carry her over to the bed and toss her on top of the pulled down comforter like the caveman that I’ve quickly transformed into.

  Fuck, if I had a club right now I’d beat the walls with it and pound on my chest afterward, yelling like a possessed Neanderthal, before I possess her.

  I quickly jerk off my boots, tossing them to the side as she hurriedly slides out of her jacket, shoes, and pants.

  I grunt hard, as more and more of her body becomes exposed to me, feeling my cock jerk in my boxer briefs and my chest muscles ripple underneath my shirt like they’ve been hit with an electric shock.

  And fuck, maybe they have for all I know. The air is too damn thick, heavy, and conductive. I swear I feel the electricity just from her look and the look on her face tells me she’s shocked at the ultimate beast I’ve become.

  I tear through the rest of my clothes, no times for games, until I’m completely bared for her.

  “Look how hard you’ve made me. Look how much my dick wants to slide deep inside your sweet little pussy and claim you, feel your walls lock tight around me, milking me for everything I have.”

  She whimpers as she slides out of her panties, exposing her pussy to me for the second time in my life and I’m just as hungry for it as the first.

  And then, finally, she unhooks her bra and without reservation removes it showing me her perfect breasts, her pebbled pink nipples, and her flushed upper chest, red from the heat of the moment.

  I spread her legs, looking at our pussy…hers and mine. It’s wet, dripping. “Were you this wet when I slid that ring on your finger tonight?”

  “Yes,” she moans, her chest heaving.

  “Fuck yeah you were,” I groan, the thought of me making her so damn happy and horny by making her mine. Damn, it’s the best feeling in the world, making me even harder.

  I slide onto the bed and place a fingertip on her lips.

  She leans forward and takes it all and my need ratchets up to the point where I take my cock in my other hand ready to give her all ten inches of rock hard dick right fucking now.

  “Oliver,” she mumbles, still sucking on my digit.

  “What,” I say, angered that I have to wait another second to claim her, but never angry at my woman. She’s so damn perfect the only emotions I can ever feel for her are love, passion, and anything else that makes our lives together so incredible.

  “I have to tell you. I mean I think you know but…I’ve never done anything like this before, like what we did earlier.”

  My cock jerks again at her words. The fucker is like a caged animal demanding to be set free to go and feed, to go and run and sniff out the scent of the one and only thing it wants in the world…and then take it.

  My body jerks forward as I lean in, kissing her hard, pushing her face into mine making our kiss as deep as possible.

  I feel her forcing her face into me just the same, our faces smashed to the point we can barely breathe.

  My lips come off hers and I suck in a deep breath of air through my teeth, snarling down at her as I blow out.

  She recoils in fear and then grabs the back of my neck and pulls her face right back into mine, kissing me with the same ferocity I just taught her. But she’s not the only beginner here tonight…the only one with room to learn.

  “I have to tell you something too.”

  “Anything, but before you do I don’t care. It doesn’t matter. All I want is you no matter what. I don’t care if there were other women before me, as long as there are none after me and I know there never will be.”

  “Other women before you? Hell no. Never. That’s what I have to say. I’ve never given myself to anyone. There’s superstition in all that stuff when it comes to boxing, but it was never about that. I never felt like anyone deserved me, and I’m not giving an ounce of myself to anyone who doesn’t deserve all two hundred and thirty pounds. Nobody gets an inch of this,” grabbing my dick hard and shaking it, “unless I’m ready to give them all of it. And nobody ever has or ever will…but you.”

  “You mean you’ve never?”

  I shake my head. “Never. I didn’t know who I was saving myself for until four years ago, and then I knew exactly. And now, almost a damn half decade later I finally get the one thing I want in life. You.”

  I kiss her hard, feeling her back arch as I slide a finger through her pussy lips, causing her to gasp right into my mouth as I move my finger though her slit.

  My now sticky finger finds her engorged clit just as I feel her tiny hand grab ahold of my dick like she’s ready to swing a baseball bat.

  She stacks her hands, one on top of the other, and a solid few inches plus the crown still feel the cool air, her hands not big enough to nearly contain me, let alone wrap those tiny fingers around my thickness.

  How I’m going to fit all that inside her tiny hole is one of life’s great mysteries and great pleasures at the same time.

  And that’s exactly what I have to do soon before I do cover her in a very early climax that doesn’t get us any closer to getting her bred.

  “Open that pussy for me and let me inside, beautiful…if you think you can take me,” I challenge her, knowing she’s more than up for what I’ve got sticking straight up towards the sky.

  She moans at my words, a
nd I feel her pulse in her hand skip under her skin, the blood pumping through my cock in rhythm with her pulse, preparing to be at one with her when my balls empty everything inside her.

  “It’s time for you to know what it feels like to come over and over and over again from the one and only cock you’ll ever know…mine, the one I’m going to bury inside you to the hilt, filling you up with my hot, white geysers.”

 

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