“Ready?” he asks.
I nod.
We get up in unison and he throws some bills on the table before taking my hand and escorting me out.
Back in the car he turns to me with a serious expression. “I told Katherine that you no longer work for the agency. Furthermore, I told her that you and I are an item.”
“I’ll bet she was thrilled.” I can’t stop myself from saying it, but I regret it as soon as the words are out of my mouth.
“Someone needs a spanking.”
His words make me laugh and the awkward moment is over.
“Think you’re man enough?” I ask, licking my lips with anticipation.
“You know I am, beautiful.”
He once more tucks my skirt up around my waist.
“Touch yourself, Tess; I want to see you pleasure yourself.”
Whoa. My pussy is instantly wet.
“Well, you’re paying.” I love this game.
“Yes, I am. I have a lot of ideas in mind. Prepare yourself, Heavenly Tess.”
I let my hand drift to my naked mons and feel how smooth and warm I am. I imagine it’s Jonathon touching me and moan with desire. I feel my muscles clench and unclench with need and I rub myself up and down my channel. I thrill at the physical pleasure. My mind tilts like a game at the fair. A faucet of need has been turned on in me and I have no control over it.
“That’s my Heavenly Tess. Wait ‘til I get you home.”
But we don’t make it that far. When he parks he grabs me and pushes be up against the passenger door and enters me without any preamble, just undoing the fly to his pants. He fucks me hard and it’s all I can do to hold on, but he leaves me in acute need when he pulls out before I can come.
“I’m saving it for upstairs,” he says by way of instruction.
Going up in the elevator I’m wanting release in the worst way.
This time we go to his place and he’s on me before I can draw breath.
“I want you naked,” he says, undoing my zipper and divesting me of the dress. His hands are all over me. I had no idea a man could do it so many times in one day, or a woman, for that matter. He picks me up in his strong arms and bears me to the bedroom, slamming it behind us with his foot.
He deposits me on the bed and grins wolfishly down at me. Undressing quickly, he leaves the room and then comes back with a bottle of baby oil in his hands.
“Lie back, I want to touch you all over,” he announces, spilling some of the oil into his hands and rubbing them together. “And I don’t want you to move,” he commands and leans over me. He applies his strong hands to my breasts, working the oil in circles around their fullness and pulling on the lengthening nipples with expert fingers.
“Spread your legs,” he instructs me and begins to massage the sides of my waist and then his hands move south and touch my belly and then dip down between my legs. I close my eyes, my excitement growing. His deft fingers probe my pussy and circle my clit, making it needy and shameless. I should by rights be ashamed at how turned on I get in his presence, but my lust supersedes it all. I’m its willing slave. Perhaps this has all been bottled up too long making me too needy. Who cares about the why of it? Not me. Not right now.
Pulling on another condom, he grasps my feet and puts one on each side of his broad shoulders and then slams his cock into me, pulling me up towards him. I gasp with the contact and the instant fullness but I quickly adjust and begin meeting him thrust for thrust. I’m insatiable, we’re both insatiable, like the gods of love have taken over our bodies and demand that we fuck our brains out. I’m more than happy to do so, knowing dimly that tomorrow I will be very sore. I must be out of my mind.
He pulls out and I moan—I want him to stay inside me—but it’s just long enough to turn me over and then he’s right back inside me. I feel his balls against my clit and they push up against me with each full thrust, more than I dreamed possible.
He pushes one last full stroke so far up inside I think I can taste him and I feel his cum fill the condom. He collapses back onto me and we lay prone on the bed. Long moments pass until I can find my limp body.
“How are you feeling, beautiful?” he asks tenderly, tugging me up against him and we spoon, his arms tight around me.
“Like I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
“Nice.”
He plays with one of my nipples and it just feels right. My body is all rosy from all the fucking, I notice, looking down with satisfaction at myself.
“We should always be naked together. Just like this,” I say, grinning widely up at him.
“I’m all for it. But we might get cold at times.”
“Not if we stay right here in bed,” I offer what I consider a practical solution.
“I’d like that. Too bad we didn’t live in a perfect world.”
I brush his thick hair back from his brow and gaze into his wonderful blue eyes.
“Where does this leave us, Jonathon?”
“What do you mean?”
“Are you going to be okay about how we met?”
“I won’t tell if you don’t,” he teases.
“How about your sister?”
He smile vanishes at the mere suggestion.
“What happens in Rosemère will stay in Rosemère,” he says, his mouth a thin line.
I cuddle up next to Jonathon, really hoping he’s right.
Chapter Nineteen
I’m standing completely naked in a room packed with people and they are all fully decked out in dress attire, the men in suits and the women in long, shimmering evening gowns. People snicker behind their hands and I know it’s me they are laughing at. I try to use my hands to cover myself but discover they are tied behind my back. I feel faint and I’m not certain how long I can stay upright when I hear a commotion at the back of the room. The crowd swiftly parts like waves in the sea for a surging white horse and rider barreling right at me. I’m frightened beyond all reason and then the armored knight reaches down just as the horse rears up on its back legs right in front of me and the knight bears me up and situates me on the back of his steed. We race through the exit and the wind blows my hair back from my face.
I wake up still feeling the wind on my face. I gaze at him sleeping soundly beside me. He looks younger at rest and I trace the lines of his beautiful face with my eyes only for I don’t want to wake him. I glance at the clock and see it’s early yet, just before six.
What will today bring? Things have dramatically altered in my life. Will Jonathon and I be together now? Sure, we’re heavy into lust for each other but beyond that I’m unclear about things. Maybe twenty-four hours is all we will have. I swallow hard and bite my lip to ease the pain.
Jonathon wakes and looks deep into my eyes. I swear I can see his soul there in the vivid blue depths.
He reaches a hand up and tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. “You look so beautiful in the morning, Tess, you take my breath away,” he whispers, placing his hand over his heart, his eyes bright and glossy. I melt with a sense of wanting to belong to this incredible man.
“You look pretty amazing yourself,” I compliment him right back.
“Come live with me. Say you’ll move in today. I want us to be together.”
I’m stunned and don’t know how to answer.
“Please, Tess. We’re so good together.”
“I don’t know. It’s so soon. You hardly know me, Jonathon.”
“I know enough. You are a good person trapped by circumstances I can help with, and you know, we just might be physically compatible.” He smiles as he says the last part.
I blush at his meaning and chew on a fingernail. He gently pulls my hand away from my mouth.
“I’ve fallen for you, Tess. Hook, line and sinker. You are some kind of woman—my kind of woman. I love you.”
“How can I say no to that,” I say shakily, all my nerve endings tingling. I have waited for this moment all my life. “I love you ,Jonathon, with all my heart an
d soul.”
He grins and tugs at my hair to pull my head down to his level for a kiss. The kiss stirs something more within me and I pull him closer. His hands reach around my back and he pulls me to him, crushing my breasts to his chest, his cock instantly waking in the process and pressing against my thigh. I reach down and grasp his cock and feel its heat and steel and I want it inside me.
Jonathon lets me loose enough to trail butterfly kisses down my neck. His fingers tug at a sensitive nipple and I arch my back with instant lust. He dips his head down and draws the nipple into his mouth and he sucks at it hard, gently nipping it with his teeth. My insides throb. He kneels between my thighs and draws on a condom. Positioning his cock directly over my sex, he thrusts through my sensitive pussy lips and buries himself deep inside me. I’m wet and almost come right then and there. He has no mercy as he slams into me over and over and I urge him on by swinging my legs up and around his waist. I ride him as hard as he does me. I hold my breath ‘til my lungs burn as my body reaches for the pinnacle. I want him inside me, riding me forever. I reach down and feel the joining of our bodies. Wet and swollen, he glides in and out of my slick channel. We come together and I come undone. My pussy pulses with rippling waves of pleasure and I hold onto that sensation as I try to catch my breath.
“I want to do this every morning and every night. Are you up for the challenge, Heavenly Tess?” he teases, breathing just as heavily.
“I don’t want to be responsible for wearing you out.” My heart fills with happiness at his suggestion.
“I think I can manage a gun-toting, spitfire of a girl who can’t weigh more than a hundred and ten pounds soaking wet.”
“A hundred and seventeen pounds perfectly dry I’ll have you know,” I say, squirming under him and feeling his arousal.
His eyes smolder with intent as he presses his erection against me.
“I want to fuck you a hundred ways from Sunday,” he says, his voice low and sexy as hell.
I smirk back at him. “If you think I’m going to let that happen every day you have another think coming, buster!”
His expression changes like quicksilver. “I’ll tie you up if that’s the only way I’m going to get what I want, Heavenly Tess.” To punctuate his remarks he pushes himself deep within me and the thrill of being taken sends my libido into the stratosphere.
“Yes,” I say, watching his eyes light up. “Yes, I will move in with you.”
“Perfect,” he says, slowly continuing to push in and out of me with delicious restraint as he adds with a smug smile, “My Heavenly Tess.”
Epilogue
“Heavenly Tess Summerlin is hereby awarded an honors degree in Business Administration, majoring in marketing and small business. I am pleased to add, Miss Summerlin also made the Dean’s List.”
I take a deep breath and step out on the stage of the vast auditorium filled with professors, students and guests. My heart races, the air around me charged with excitement. A blur of images glazes my eyes. The weight of what I have accomplished stirs me. Years of hard work are paying off. Heck, I’ve even managed to begin paying Jonathon back and soon, with my new paycheck, I’ll be able to step up the payments. I move forward in a trance thinking of all the lovely possibilities. The professor that encouraged me to do my best work hands me the coveted certificate bound in a portfolio and I automatically extend my arm to accept it.
A smattering of applause heralds my moment as I exit the stage on rubbery legs. I sit back down with the other graduates. A sharp whistle draws my attention and I look over into the audience where Jonathon, Gran, and Sally sit in a row. Gran was the one whistling and I grin back at her. She’s incorrigible. She also won her battle. Nothing can keep a good woman down. My eyes lock with Jonathon’s. Pride and happiness light up his gorgeous face. He mouths, I love you. My mouth waters and I swallow hard.
What did I do to deserve him?
Finally the last student receives her hard-earned degree and class is dismissed for the last time.
“Congratulations, beautiful,” Jonathon says, leaning over and kissing me. I return his smile and give Gran a big hug.
“I’m so proud of you, Tess, I wish your parents could have been here today to see this.”
My eyes fill with unshed tears. I blink them away.
“I think they know.” I take a deep breath. “I’m just happy that you’re here, Gran.”
Sally’s next and I hold onto her tightly. “Thanks for being there for me through the thick and thin of it, girlfriend.”
“Well, you know me! Can’t leave well enough alone. And don’t think you’re getting away that easy. We’re still going to be in the same city. You got that job at Backman’s Business Insights and I’m just a mile away. We can do lunch and all sorts of things.”
Out of the corner of my eye I notice Jonathon listening attentively to Gran who seems to have a head of steam up. What’s up with that?
“We’d better hurry,” Sally interrupts. “I’m starved and they won’t hold those reservations forever.”
“Sure. You go ahead and we’ll be right behind you.”
“I need to use the powder room,” Gran says as she leaves me alone with Jonathon.
I tilt my head and peer up at him. “Soooo—what was that all about? Gran looked loaded for bear.”
He chuckles. “She was warning me that I better make an honest woman of you.”
My face heats. “Gran has a habit of poking her nose into things she probably should stay out of.”
“In this case she’s quite right to get involved. After all, you’re her only grand-daughter. And I very much want to do what she suggests.”
Suddenly he’s down on one knee and reaching for my hand. “Heavenly Tess Summerlin, will you marry me?”
My heart in my throat, I stare down at him. “Oh, Jonathon, I never expected this! Oh—my—gosh!” My heart’s pounding wildly in my chest. He pulls a midnight blue jewelry box from his pocket and opens it to reveal a lovely solitaire diamond surrounded by a cluster of lush red rubies. Perfect.
“Is that a yes?” he patiently asks, his eyes tender and full of love.
“Yes. YES! I will marry you!” My hand is trembling so badly he has to work to push it up the proper finger. But he manages. I gaze at it with wonder as it winks back at me in the harsh overhead light and then into his eyes filled with such love my heart expands.
He’s up and hugging me tightly when Gran gets back. The students around us are applauding.
She’s all smiles. “I see we have more to celebrate,” she says with approval.
About Angelina J. Windsor
If, to quote Robert Louis Stevenson, to forget is to be happy, than I am most happy when I’m immersed in the lives of my characters. Writing is all about giving your heart and soul to your storytelling. Obsessed with ideas and writing since I was one of those, the dreaded teenage poet, I spend time every day bringing worlds to life. For that journey I am truly grateful. I write in multiple genres (multi-published) across the writing spectrum, from hard science fiction to sweet romance, though I am quite drawn to racy characters that have plenty of attitude to spare. I can only hope my books touch your life albeit briefly in our busy world, and give you moments of absolute freedom as you fly with me to other worlds. Thanks for reading! And my all your stories have a happy-ever-after.
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