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I wait for him to go on. To tell me what he is. My heart aches in his silence.
With my hands free, I lift off him and turn to face him. I line his cock back up with my entrance and sink down onto him, moaning at how good he feels inside me.
I cup his jaw and look into his wary eyes. “You aren’t something that just happened, Finn. You’ve been with me forever. You’re all part of my heart. No one would have taken the opportunity to have me until you did.”
He closes his eyes but I don’t let him shut me out.
I rock my hips over him, loving the feel of him so deep inside me. I can’t imagine any of this happening without him.
“Finn, you kissed me. You gave me my first orgasm that wasn’t self-administered. You opened up my world, and you stopped when you knew it would be too much for me.” I slide down on his cock and lift, pressing my lips against his. “You take care of me like no one else does. You aren’t a consolation prize. You’re the glue that holds this together. That holds me together.”
He captures my lips and draws me in against him as we rock together.
My fingers tangle in his hair and I hate all the clothes between us, but I don’t want to take the time to strip. I just need to make him feel how much he means to me.
I cry out into his mouth as the waves take me under and he follows me, filling me with his warmth, holding me tight, and keeping me from shattering.
Tucking my head against his chest, I hold on to him with trembling limbs, but his arms are solid. I’d like to say I’m not stupid enough to fall in love with these guys who have one foot out the door.
But I’ve always loved them. They’ve always been a part of me. My past, my present, and my future. I just don’t know what that future will look like anymore.
I’m afraid to find out.
Chapter 40
Premium Bond
Drew
Having Sara to myself is a luxury I won’t take for granted. The car stops outside of Indulgence, a new restaurant that takes months to get into. The chef owed me a favor, so tonight we have choice seats where everyone will be able to see us together.
Am I making a declaration? Definitely. Sara is mine.
She runs her hands over her black skirt and then her pale green eyes lift to mine. A small smile graces her red lips. “How did you get a reservation here?”
“I’ll never divulge my secrets.” I step out on the curb and reach my hand down to help her out. Her black dress clings to her curves. A flash or two goes off as she joins me on the sidewalk. We’re not front-page news by a long shot, but we’ll end up on some gossip blog somewhere.
Her red hair is caught up in a complicated updo that I’ll have the pleasure of messing up later. Ringlets fall around her bare shoulders. She touches the black choker around her neck.
It was the only thing on her when I fucked her this morning. Fuck. I take a breath to relieve the sudden tightness in my pants. I didn’t want to mess her up before going out or I would have fucked her in the car. Likely in the elevator. Definitely bent her over in her kitchen and fucked her in front of her guard dog, Dante.
But I held back because I want her to shine like the diamond she is tonight.
On the way back to the apartment, I might make her put those red lips to good use, but I’ll leave her looking just as put together until we get back. She curls her hand around my elbow and I lead her to the host stand.
The host is a woman with her blond hair slicked back in a ponytail and wearing all black. She smiles at us like we’re long-lost friends. “Mr. Young. Ms. Morris. So lovely of you to join us this evening. Please follow me and I’ll take you right to your seats.”
No one stands waiting for a table or for the host’s attention. They wouldn’t make it in past the doorman without a reservation. The atmosphere is dark and secluded, but there are plenty of tables scattered about.
The host leads us the long way to our table. After all, this is a place to be seen as well as to experience the food. I nod to people I know, and some I only know of, as we pass. We have a private booth with a quarter of a circle seat and a round table covered by a white table cloth that pools on the floor.
“Here we are.” The host gestures to the table and folds her hands in front of her while we get settled. “I’ll let your waiter know you’re here. We have your wine chilled and ready to bring out, Mr. Young. Enjoy your evening, Ms. Morris.”
“Thank you.” Sara glances around the restaurant as the host nods and heads back to the front. “This is a nice place.”
“I was one of the chef’s guinea pigs for the menu. You won’t be disappointed.” I hand her the small menu. There’s a few choices to make but it’s between two things for each course. “All freshly sourced. The menu changes daily.”
Smiling, she scans the menu and then sets it to the side. The waiter walks up and opens the wine I had delivered to the restaurant earlier. It’s one I’ve been saving.
