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“Let’s do it,” she says, “tomorrow, let’s stay in bed and fuck all day.”
“It’s a deal.” The thought thrills me. She wants to be with me. She wants me inside her. I’m so happy it almost hurts.
Her hips are moving more insistently, and her teeth tug on her bottom lip. “Mars…” she whispers, her breaths coming in gasps. “Ohhh…”
“Are you going to come, baby?”
“Mmm… I think so…”
“Good girl, come on, you do it, use me, take your pleasure from me.”
She groans and rocks her hips harder, and I grunt my approval, holding back with every ounce of self-control I possess. Only when she screws up her eyes and shudders do I finally let go, and we come together, our bodies clamping aroundeach other, locked in blissful union. We gasp against each other’s lips, our hot breaths mingling, and then, as we finally float back down to earth, we kiss, our touch slow and sensual.
“Oh…” She threads her fingers through my hair. “That was amazing.”
“You’re amazing,” I correct.
She kisses between my brows, then down my nose, and finally, once again, my lips. Then she moves back a little and looks at me. “I love you,” she says, a little shyly.
Delight fills me, and I smile. “I love you too.”
“Thank you,” she says, “for being patient with me.”
“Always, baby.”
“You’re a good man.”
“I try. Doesn’t always work.”
She chuckles and then lifts off me, the two of us groaning as we part. Leaning across to the bedside table, she retrieves a bottle of water and passes it to me. “I know what you’re like,” she teases.
I wink at her, unscrew the lid, and pass it to her to drink. When she’s done, I have a few mouthfuls myself. When I’ve replaced the bottle, we both flop back onto the bed and cuddle up.
“We should have dinner,” she states as my stomach rumbles. “I bet you’re starving.”
“I am quite hungry. Yeah, let’s eat in a minute. Just give it five. I want to hold you.”
“Okay.” She rests her head on my shoulder. And we lie like that, as the last gleam of red fades from the evening sky.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Wren
Everything changes after that.
The next morning, when we wake up, we stay in bed talking and kissing and just enjoying being with one another. When Ruth arrives, Marcus goes out to collect breakfast and brings it back to bed, and we feed each other pieces of croissant and jam, drink our coffees, and then get back under the covers and cuddle up to kiss again.
We do rise sometime around lunch to take a walk and get some fresh air. The sky is clouding over a bit, and there’s a rumble of thunder in the air, so we’re happy to get back, grab the chicken rolls Ruth left for us, and return to bed.
As the sky darkens even more and the rain begins, we take refuge beneath the covers, lost in our own private world.
We talk about our future, discussing Marcus’s place at the company and what will happen there, where I see my career going, and our life together. We talk about the house in Stanley Point and what we’d like to do with it, and I get excited as Marcus suggests we buy ourselves a bach—a beach house—closer to my sister so I can see more of Ben.
Gradually, I get used to the idea of being an Ashford wife. I hope I never forget my roots, but equally it’s impossible not to be dazzled by the idea of belonging to such a wealthy family. There are the personal benefits—the understanding that I’ll never go without again, that I can buy anything I want, be it clothes, cars, or anything for the house, fly to any country I want, go on vacation anywhere in the world. And the thought that my child will never want for anything.
But also, Marcus explains that he’s willing to back any educational programs I’d like to get involved with. If I decide toincrease the scope of the art program I ran for the Masquerade Ball, he’ll give me the money to do it. Or a reading program, or a push to get more technology into low-decile schools… whatever I want, he’ll help me, and that, more than anything, touches my heart.
Lying there that evening, with his arms around me and his chest pressed against my back while we look out at the rain, I feel a calm, quiet sense of wonder. So much has changed in such a short space of time.
