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‘There you are, my beautiful darling.’ Despite her wanton expression, our joint reflection is fairly tame. She’s still covered by her blouse, mostly, and my shirt still clings to my shoulders, the back of the chair hiding her lower nakedness. ‘And there you are.’ I twist her head to the side as we watch my cock, wet and glistening, sliding inside her body once more. I close my eyes against the heady sight, muttering a hard fuck as I grapple for control, hiding the room’s multiple versions of us, our joining from a dozen perspectives, all of them fuck hot.
The pleasure is all consuming, the only thing anchoring me to reality is my hand in her hair as, with a vengeance, I bring myself between her legs like a blow. My thrusts are unyielding, the jut of my hips vicious. Her pussy is mine, and I’ll leave my mark on it tonight. I know she feels it, my ownership of her body and heart, her cries echoing with the kind of pleasure only pain can provide.
I unravel my fingers from her hair, reaching for her hips again as my heart pounds in time with her internal pulse. With one more shift of my hips, my body is pure electricity, the hot pulse of my climax barrelling through me like a comet. Beneath me, Louise cries out, her heat pulsing around me as, deconstructed and dismantled, we both finally come undone.
Epilogue
LOUISE
I stretch, relishing the whisper of cotton against my naked skin. Sundays are the days I’ve come to love the most these past few months; Sundays following family Saturdays. Sometimes, Saturday evenings spent playing at the club. Naked weekends or weekends spent lunching, loving, and just hanging out with Dan and Hal. If I had to pick, I couldn’t say which I prefer.
But, God, I love him, every dark, pale inch of him. Those indigo eyes.
As though sensing the weight of my gaze, dark, pale and dangerous stirs slowly from sleep. I’m not sure what to expect after last night—a night at the club. Sometimes, Dan seems hell-bent on punishing himself rather than me, yet other times, he wakes ready to torture me some more. So, as he stirs, I attempt to prepare for any awkwardness. Sometimes things that feel natural in the darkness sometimes bring discomfort into the light of day.
I take a deep, centring breath as I remember his arms pulling me to him during the silence of the night. Sleepy kisses, bodies connecting, his fingers woven with mine.
‘Good morning,’ Dan murmurs, his warm hand coming to rest on the curve of my hip.
‘Hey.’ I smile, thinking that the pillow creases his face wears make him look a little lived in. Not that I’d say so. Heaven forfend I tell him he’s old!
‘What time is it?’ Jaw clenched, he arches his back through a languorous stretch. As he turns his head to me, his smile is breathtaking.He’s all mine these days.
‘I didn’t think to wake you,’ I reply. ‘It’s past eight.’ He isn’t responsible for collecting Hal today, is he? Hal had spent the night at a sleepover with one of his little friends.
‘Not to worry,’ Dan answers with a yawn, morning wood making its presence known as he rolls towards me. ‘Charles is collecting Hal this morning. I thought we’d drink coffee and read the papers in bed.’
I like Charles. I can afford to. It wasn’t my wife he was fucking, though it’s hard to imagine he’s the type. Affable and polite, Charles is probably just weak willed where Belle is strong. Strong and malice filled. Anyway, it seems as though my threats had hit a sore point. She no longer appears at the house, limiting herself to speak to Dan via phone. And to my relief, Charles had told me he and Belle are getting married next year. Dan is less inclined to believe it’ll happen. But Belle is through torturing him.Or else.
Last week, I also began completion of my visa paperwork. I don’t want to overstay my work visa, and Dan has begun talking about our longer-term plans. Engagement, marriage, the whole shebang. He’s coming to Thanksgiving with me next month. Mom is looking forward to meeting him. My dad not so much. A Catholic, divorced, single dad is pretty low down on his list of desirable couplings. Good job I’m a little too old to be sent to “camp” these days.
‘An entire morning in bed,’ I say happily. ‘How heavenly. And perfect after last night.’
His responding smile is sleepy, sinful, and sexy, all rolled into one. Totally panty dropping, or it would be, were I wearing any.
‘It’s those reading glasses.’ His voice is rough and sandpapery as his fingers reach out to touch my hip. ‘I love having you in my bed wearing nothing but your spectacles.’
‘Pervert.’ It’s not an insult. It’s also true.
‘And I can’t seem to help myself when you come straight from the office, all straight-laced and gorgeous.’
‘You can’t seem to help yourself, period.’
‘Come on, you love it when I play the boss who defiles his secretary.’
I snort. I love our role playing, even if it sometimes tweaks my feminist sensibilities. ‘How can you be so perfectly well behaved with your staff, yet with me you’re a knuckle-dragging Neanderthal?’
‘Darling, what can I say? You bring out the beast in me. Not to mention, you just look so gorgeous crawling on your knees.’
My stomach takes the opportunity to point out its emptiness. Loudly.
‘Hungry, love?’ Dan chuckles.
‘Well, yeah. Sunday means croissants. To enjoy the day fully, there has to be the correct calorie intake.’ The café nearby has the perfect almond confections. Sometimes I even get to eat one while it’s still warm before Dan rolls over me, crushing me and it into the bed. Though I do like how he follows the path of pastry crumbs.With his tongue.
‘I believe it’s your turn this week,’ he says.
I twist my head to the window. It’s raining.Just for a change.‘Don’t make me,’ I say, pouting as I take his half-hard length into my hand.
