The Partnership (Callaghan Green Series Book 10)

by Annie Dyer

  His movements were smooth, slow, letting me adjust, maybe helping him hold on. Big hands held onto my hips, making me feel small and dainty, keeping me still while he picked up his pace.

  “Your fucking tits, Georgie,” he panted the words. “Holy fuck.”

  They moved with his thrusts. I wrapped my legs around his hips, allowing him deeper, the angle meaning he rubbed every spot I needed him to. I was aware of the moans coming from me, the gasps and the half screams as my orgasm came closer, my hands clinging onto his biceps.

  I came hard, my whole body jerking, my pussy pulling at his cock. His face dropped to the crook of my neck and I felt his teeth on my skin and heard his muffled groan as he allowed himself to reach his own orgasm, deep, hard thrusts completely filling me.

  “Fuck.” He slowed, still holding himself up, his arms shaking.

  I felt as if every part of me was trembling, aftershocks controlling my body.

  “Fuck, Georgie. That was…” he rolled over to his side, pulling me over to him, our limbs still entwined, his arms holding me as close as he could. He kissed my shoulder. “That was so fucking good.”

  “I have no words.”’ I truly didn’t.

  “We should do it more often if it keeps you quiet.” His laugh was silent but I felt it through his body, a subtle vibration that made me feel warm. “Let me make you feel like that again.”

  I nodded. “And again. And again. And again.”

  Because I had a new addiction, and it wasn’t one I wanted to give up.

  Sleep didn’t really happen. We dozed, got up for drinks and at one point, Seph made a snack. Then we talked and somehow that led to him being inside me, or going down on me, or a blow job for him in the shower. We didn’t talk about the morning. He was staying over, and that would involve breakfast because this wasn’t a one-night stand. Rose was due home around ten, and if Seph was here, it wouldn’t matter. He’d been in our home a lot in the last week, so she wouldn’t be surprised to see him.

  I woke around eight, big arms wrapped round me, a hard cock pressed against my bottom and my feet tangled with his. Sunlight slipped through the cracks in the blinds and it seemed a lot brighter than normal.

  Seph’s heartbeat merged with mine, his breath warm against my shoulder and I hoped I never had to move.

  This was bliss. This was peace. And as he started to wake, sensing I wasn’t asleep any longer, this was going to be round four.

  I wasn’t complaining.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Seph

  I spent too long on Sunday night wondering how my parents conceived Ava. Not the actual specifics, because thinking about those would’ve caused me to stab my eyes out and pour bleach into the sockets, but how they found the opportunity to spend quality adult time together. Or maybe Ava was a one-shot wonder.

  Saturday morning consisted of me trying not to stare too much at Rose’s mother. Rose got home about eleven, full of beans about her night away and completely oblivious to the fact that I was there, which I knew was a good thing.

  I knew she was there, so every time I noticed the curves of Georgie’s tits or watched her bend over to pick something up, I tried to brush memories of the night before and that morning out of my head like Rose was a mind reader.

  I left, reluctantly, just after lunch, taking them both to Amelie’s and then leaving them to meet Callum who’d headed in the city to buy a birthday present for his wife and figured he needed a pint before trawling round the shops without a clue.

  I’d found an excuse to see Georgie again on Sunday, dropping off a book she’d said she wanted to read. The rest of the afternoon was spent watching Disney films on the sofa, and when Rose nodded off halfway through Beauty and the Beast, I kissed her mother thoroughly in the kitchen and would’ve done more, except I heard a Rose-like noise from the lounge.

  That had put an end to me trying to go any further, and any chances of messing around after she’d gone to bed were scuppered when Olivia arrived home, full of gossip from her weekend away.

  Which meant that now, on Monday morning, I had blue balls but a very big smile on my face.

  Seph: Mum, how did you and Dad managed to get the time together to make Ava.

  Ava: They didn’t need time. I was a gift from the gods.

  Maxwell: For fuck’s sake, Joseph, it’s Monday morning. Why are you making me think of such shit?

  Marie: Shit? Your father’s and my sex life is not shit, I’ll have you know. A good sex life is key to a happy and long relationship. And *long* is definitely the key word here, if you see what I mean.

  Victoria: I don’t see what you mean. Care to explain.

  Maxwell: No. She doesn’t need to explain. Stop encouraging her!

  Marie: There are lots of things I hope the boys didn’t inherit from their father, but his appendage isn’t one.

  Ava: Appendage?

  Payton: She means cock.

  Ava: I know what an appendage is. I’m just wondering why Mum’s using that word.

  Marie: I thought it was classier than cock or dick, and you shout at me when I use penis.

  Maxwell: Please, for the love of all that’s holy, will you stop talking about – cocks.

  Seph: Can we go back to the initial question?

  Marie: Remind me of what that was.

  Seph: How did you and dad manage to get round to having Ava when you had six other kids tearing round?

  Maxwell: Why are you asking this?

  Seph: It won’t bother you, because we all know you’ve only had sex once in your life when Vic got pregnant, and you’re not likely to manage it again.

  Maxwell: Fuck off.

  Marie: Be nice to your brother.

  Maxwell: Did you read what he put?

  Marie: Yes. Be quiet.

  Marie: You mean when did we find time to be alone together when we had Payton and you, plus four other kids around shouting Mum or Marie every two seconds?

  Seph: Exactly

  Marie: Why are you asking this, Joseph?

  Seph: It just occurred to me.

  Claire: It’s because he’s dating Georgia.

  Seph: … …

  Claire: Can we all screen shot this to show that Seph is speechless.

  Payton: Fuck. Seph, you – seriously? Is this why you were decorating her little girl’s bedroom? To get into Georgia’s pants?

  Seph: No.

  Marie: Joseph Evan Callaghan, tell me you’re not being nice to a small child just to get your wicked way with her mother?

  Seph: No. I did Rose’s bedroom because I thought she’d like it. If I was interested in just one thing with Georgia I wouldn’t have gone to all that effort. This isn’t my point.

  Maxwell: You’re boning Georgia?

  Victoria: Keep up, Max. And why don’t you ever know any of this gossip?

  Maxwell: Because I’m too busy working.

  Seph: By the way, O’Donnell paid up on Friday. We had fifteen thousand two hundred come in at close of play.

  Victoria: GO SEPH! GO SEPH!

  Maxwell: Who did you marry again?

  Victoria: Seph’s brother.

  Claire: Jesus, Max, did you piss Vic off or something?

  Victoria: He forgot to move his car off the drive this morning and he was blocking me in. This wouldn’t have been a problem, except he took both sets of car keys, so I was late for work. We’re talking diamond levels of grovelling being due.

  Maxwell: Back to Seph’s query: how did you find time to conceive Ava? It’s a shame you did, really.

  Marie: Bathrooms.

  Claire: Bathrooms.

  Seph: You really just sent that at the same time?

  Marie: I gave Claire the tip for future use. You have a legitimate excuse to have the door locked in a bathroom, and daddy could be washing mummy’s back.

  Maxwell: I’m never using any bathroom at your house again.

  Jackson: I caught them in your room once when you’d gone to uni early.

  Maxwel
l: You’re talking about Claire, right?

  Jackson: No.

  Jackson: While Maxwell’s in the shower, bleaching every inch of his skin, can I confirm that you’re dating Georgia, Seph?

  Seph: Yes. I’m dating Georgia. Does that break some office protocol or something?’

  Jackson: No. Just try and act like a mature human male. Don’t emulate your eldest brother because that will just go horribly wrong.

  Maxwell: What’ve I done now? Is this bully Maxwell day or something?

  Seph: Can I ask that no one makes a big deal of this or anything? I don’t want to scare Georgia off.

  Claire: Is it a big deal?

  Ava: I’d guess so. He’s told us. He knows her name. Why don’t we take her out for lunch and then we can tell her all the stories we know about him?

  Payton: That sounds amazing.

  Seph: Let’s not. If I want to scare her off I can do that myself.

  Marie: Is this serious, Joseph?

  Maxwell: I wondered why you were smiling when I saw you at the photocopier this morning.

  Seph: I wasn’t smiling because of that…

  Maxwell: What were you smiling at then?

  Seph: Have you checked what’s in your photocopying?

  Maxwell: If you’ve copied your arse again, I swear to god I’m going to fucking skin you and use your internal organs as paper.

  Seph: You’d best check then, hadn’t you?

  There comes a point in the day, especially after you’ve spent most of it seriously distracted, when you realise that you have to spend a couple more hours in the office else you’re going to end up utterly fucking swamped with work.

  I’d breezed around the offices, met with a couple of clients, taken Georgia out for lunch and stolen a kiss or two, then joined Max at the gym for a decent legs workout when I proved I could deadlift more than him. It had been most satisfying.

  The door to the building wasn’t properly locked; secured, but not locked up for the night, which told me I wasn’t the only one still working. It wasn’t uncommon for some fee earners to be here late, especially if there was a big court case coming up or a mediation. I stretched my back out and rolled my neck, feeling a few bits click back into place. Training had been satisfying, but not as satisfying as Friday night. Not having had sex for months, Friday had used a different set of muscles and I was definitely feeling some sort of orgasmic bliss that had sated most of my body. The only problem was, one night hadn’t been enough.

  I felt the dead weight of used leg muscles climbing up the stairs to my office, knowing I’d feel it even more in the morning. Training with Max was good; we were obnoxiously competitive which meant we weren’t ever lazy, but there was also no way he’d let me hurt myself or vice versa, mainly because Jackson would kill both of us if one of us turned up for work injured.

  Music filtered through the hallway, chilled out dance tunes that I recognised as Georgia’s work jam. I paused at our office door, hearing stirring behind it, rapidly typing fingers busy on a keyboard.

  She was here. After hours.

  I knocked hard on the door, not wanting to make her jump just by walking in. The offices at night were quiet and it was an old building. I’d been on both sides of making someone jump late at night in here.

  “Come in.” She shouted the words and I heard a shadow of nerves in them.

  “It’s only me.” I went in and saw Georgia wearing sweats and a baggy hoodie that looked like it’d been washed more times than Rose’d had hot dinners.

  “Hello, only you.” She gave me a huge, tired, sweet smile. “You here to work on the Dalston file?”

  “How did you guess?” I closed the door and leaned against it, liking how she looked. It reminded me of Saturday morning, tired from a night of sex, laid back and languid.

  She shrugged and pushed her laptop away from her, standing up and stretching. The hoodie was short enough to expose a slither of smooth belly as she did so. “Same here. I needed to get an advice done to send out tomorrow and draft an email to counsel, but I just couldn’t get it done during the day. I think I’ve been interrupted about three gazillion times.”

  Her sweats were fitted snugly, something I noticed as she moved round to the front of her desk, leaning against it. It felt like months since I’d touched what was under them, felt the silky smoothness of her skin, kissed my way up to the apex of her thighs.

  “You’re not going to get much work done if you keep looking at me like that.” There was a reverberation in her voice, a tremble.

  I’d been staring, tracing her curves with my eyes; thinking about how Friday had been, how Saturday morning had been, how none of it had been enough.

  “Is there anyone else in the building?” I locked the door. It clicked satisfyingly.

  “No. I don’t think so. Reg said he was the last one and reminded me to put the lock on the door.” Her voice had dropped to a murmur.

  “So we’re on our own?” My words hung heavy in the air.

  “We’re on our own.”

  The lights of the city flickered behind her, the window wide open and exposed, only no one was looking in. There was no irritating housemate to interrupt; no chance of a small little girl walking in. We were alone. Something we hadn’t been for days.

  I wanted to know again what her skin felt like under mine, wanted to remember how she said my name when she came, how her body moved when I touched that sweet spot just under her ear.

  It took less than three strides to have me at her desk, my arms either side of her, resting on the old heavy wood that had been there for years.

  I didn’t ask. Didn’t wait for permission because her eyes said it all. Lust, attraction, need, want – it was all there in them, reflecting exactly what was in mine.

  I crushed my lips to hers, pausing for a second for her response. It came immediately, her hand on the back of my head, deepening the kiss immediately, her other hand running down my chest, like she’d done on Friday. I didn’t have a complex about how I looked, I was pretty confident that I wasn’t ugly, but she made me feel like I was ten feet tall and could take on Goliath with my little finger with the way she would look at me.

  Or touch me.

  I inched back, needing to look at her and take her in. She was wide eyed with her lips parted, her chest heaving, spellbinding me. Thought, finesse, rationality – they all evaporated. Need was my driver; need for her, Georgia.

  There was desperation in the next kiss, slow, deep touches which became quicker and harder. I lifted her up onto the desk, pushing her papers out of the way, then put my attention on her hoodie, pulling it up over her stomach and tits, breaking our mouths apart so it could come lose and leave her bra exposed. It was semi-sheer, her nipples visible through it, their hardness making my dick think all his Christmases had come at once.

  Her skin tasted of her, a flavour that was becoming my favourite. I savoured, trailing my tongue over her, wanting to take my time while I knew we had it, but three days without being inside her was making me feel deprived.

  Georgia unzipped my hoodie, pushing her hands under it and my T-shirt, and then lower to my sweats, palming my dick, making it impossibly harder.

  The desk was old and steady, solid oak that I knew was almost too heavy to lift. We shifted about, somehow managing to lose her sweats and push down mine without breaking contact.

  “Need a condom.” The words were forced out. My eyes fixed on her almost bare pussy. I hadn’t touched her there yet, because I knew as soon as I did, I’d be unable to focus on anything else apart from making her say my name.

  “Bag.” She reached for the oversized handbag she never went anywhere without, and I took the opportunity to sink down between her legs, holding her thighs and tasting her like she was my favourite meal.

  She gave up being tidy, pushing the bag off the next moment with a condom in her hand. She lay back on the desk, her whispered moans the best thing I’d heard.

  I moved my mouth off her. “Take yo
ur bra off and play with your tits.” I wasn’t sure whether she’d do it, uncertain of how confident she was. I knew before Friday she hadn’t slept with anyone since she got pregnant, something that made me feel like a peacock with an extra tail.

  She didn’t reply, not with words. I glanced up at her, resumed licking her clit, and watched as she undid her bra at the front, freeing her breasts. She used her elbows to prop herself up, watching me, just as I watched her.

  I brought her to the edge of orgasm and debated not letting her come, but need won out. She came with a moan and my name, and I barely gave her a second to recover, just long enough to sheath myself before I drove home into her tight wetness, feeling her clench around my shaft.

  “You feel so fucking good.” I wasn’t sure how I managed to say the words as I was about to lose my mind. My hands were under her arms, holding her shoulders from underneath to steady her as I fucked her hard on her desk, knowing I wouldn’t be able to look at it again without imagining this. “It’s been too long without you like this.”

  “I know… fuck, Seph!” Her legs clamped around mine, encouraging me to go faster, the sounds of our bodies moving together echoing through the room and down the empty corridor.

  She came suddenly, pulling me with her. I saw stars, but they only had one name: Georgia.

  Ten minutes later and we were curled up in the leather wingback chair that I’d stolen from Max’s office a few months ago. She was sitting on my knee, looking sleepy, her hand just under the T-shirt and hoodie I’d put back on, just on the off-chance of anyone coming in.

  “Does Olivia have Rose?”

  She nodded. “I put her to bed after her bath and the whole story thing, then once she was asleep got a taxi to work. Sometimes it’s easier to do that than take stuff home – fewer distractions at work.” She looked at me accusingly. “Usually.”

  “Sorry,” I said.

  “You don’t mean that. That was the least sincere apology I’ve ever heard.”