Page 28 of Ruin Me Sweetly

What is rimming?

Yes. Luke had used his mouth, lips, and tongue to stimulate my anus.

“It’s actually called analingus,” I said, setting my phone down.

“That reminds me of that airline. You know, the Irish one.”

I frowned for a moment, then remembered which one she meant.

“Aer Lingus?”

She slapped her hand on the table. “That’s the one.”

I lifted my tub and wrapper.

“I’m going back to my office.”

“But we haven’t covered cunnilingus,” she shouted after me as I walked away.

I wish I had more friends to talk to.

❧ ❧ ❧

Luke: I’m outside, beautiful.

I couldn’t stop the butterflies or the massive grin spreading across my face. I quickly replied, tapping furiously across my phone keyboard.

Me: I’m on my way.

The exhibition was going well, and everything was in order at work. I grabbed my long jacket—the navy one that flared out at my hips. Luke loved it on me.

Luke was always so attentive, so sweet. Had I eaten? What did I eat? Who did I sit with at lunch? When would I finish work? Don’t get the Tube, he’d come and pick me up.

Only the security guards and cleaners were left in the building. Some of the lights had already dimmed low. My heels beat against the polished floor as I grew closer to the front door.

“Goodnight,” I called out to James.

He glanced up from the front desk.

“Goodnight, Mrs. Rayne.”

I still used my old title. Initially it had been to keep men away, but then I’d grown accustomed to it. It had become a kind of safety barrier.

January. February. March.

I rested a hand on my belly.

I’d be Mrs Newbury soon.

Mr and Mrs Luke Newbury.

The door opened, and there he stood in the cold, coat collar pulled up, a warm smile already on his lips.

“Bella,” he murmured, before swooping in to kiss me.

It felt like an assault on my senses.

Cold cheeks, a cold nose, but his mouth and lips were hot.