Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
We got to my building and hurried out of the car. Holding hands we entered the elevator. Max didn’t bother to wait for us to reach my apartment. He pulled me close and proceeded to kiss me passionately. Threading my hands through his thick, silky hair, I pressed my aching breasts against his chest.
Somehow we made it to my door. Max took my keys from my nerveless hand and unlocked the door. He kicked the door shut behind him. Then he pinned me to the wall, wedged his leg between mine and carried on kissing me. I found myself grinding against his leg, rubbing my pussy against his thigh, desperate for friction.
Clothes flew everywhere, and by the time we made it to the bedroom, we were both naked. I expected Max to fling me to the bed and take me urgently. Instead, he took a step back and let his gaze slide over me. It was a hungry look, but that wasn’t what turned me to mush. It was the love that shimmered in his eyes. There was no guarded look, no protection, no self-preservation. It was out there for me to see.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered huskily.
Max took my hand and guided me to the bed. He draped his body over mine, traced my lower lip with his tongue and the rest of the world disappeared as…
He made love to me.
Chapter 59
Max
She walked around my desk and swiveled my chair around. Sitting on my lap she threw her arms around me. “You know I won’t be your PA once the babies start coming, don’t you?”
I nodded unhappily.
“Are you going to be nice to the poor thing?”
I rested my hands on her hips, loving the gentle swell. “Nice? Define nice.” Her scent should have been sold in bottles. It was so fucking sexy, an aphrodisiac if I ever smelt one.
“You can’t be rude and shout at them just because you feel like it,” she said inching closer and spreading her legs.
My cock was surging to life at her nearness and flirty tone. I brought my hands to her thighs, caressing them. “What if she’s no good?”
“I don’t believe Maggie will send you anyone who is no good.” I slipped a hand between her legs and came into contact with her soaking panties. I slipped my fingers under the edges and stroked her clit. “Can we worry about that when the time comes? That could be months, even years away.”
“Oh yes,” Lillian said, her breathing labored, her chest moving up and down.
I pinched her swollen clit and then slipped a finger inside. She cupped my face and kissed me, the sensations going all the way to my cock. She tasted of strawberry and lettuce. I loved it. Our tongues tangled together.
I slipped my finger in and out, then added a second one. Lillian moaned into my mouth. She didn’t need to say a word. I knew she wanted me to fuck her faster.
My movements became more frantic as she neared her climax. As she came, she let out a muffled cry, but I kept on fucking her with my fingers until she was completely spent and slumped against me.
She rested a few minutes before she sat up. I slapped her lightly on her ass. “Up you go. Work calls.”
She slid off my lap. “By the way. It’s not months or even years away. Looks like it’s just eight months away.”
I grabbed her and pulled her back on top of me. “Oh, Lillian, Lillian…” I whispered. “You just made me the happiest man on earth.”
“Tell me that when it’s your turn to change the dirty diaper.”
I began to laugh. And laugh. Life was so beautiful.
Epilogue
Lillian
“Your father would have given anything to walk you down the aisle,” my mother said as she adjusted my veil.
“He’ll be here in spirit,” Rose said briskly. “We’re not going to be sad today, so none of that emotional talk.”
Rose had confided a few days earlier how guilty she felt that unlike her, I’d missed out on having our father walk me down the aisle. We’d had a good cry about it, but I’d made my peace with it a long time ago. Uncle Ralph was walking me down the aisle.
What really mattered was the man who was waiting for me at the end of it.
Max’s parents had insisted on hosting the wedding at their home and we had agreed. They had the space for it and the garden was more beautiful than any venue we could have picked.
The door opened, and Maggie walked in looking gorgeous, with a small but noticeable bump and a glowing face. Marriage and pregnancy suited her. She and Martin had tied the knot three months earlier in a beach wedding in Maui that had been both beautiful and fun. I had acted as her maid of honor just as she was mine.