Cassie watched Nathan's very nice, very bare arse slip into the bathroom as she stretched leisurely, savoring the after-orgasm glow. She hadn't realized how anxious she had been until this very moment. Even though it was just Friday night, there's nothing like a nice romp between the covers to ease the strain. Before he had to go, they still had a whole day and night together. If she were fortunate, she may even be able to get in a few orgasms on a Sunday morning before he had to leave for the airport. When she heard the bathroom flush, she moved onto her stomach to see him return to bed. She enthusiastically ogled the items since the front view was equally as lovely as the back view. Nathan was a stunning individual. Tall, with broad shoulders, well-defined biceps and pecks, the required six-pack, and those stunning obliques that protruded like an arrow from his stomach to the hidden treasure below his waist. And that hung thick and long from a clump of dark blonde bush between his
He leaned back on his knees and murmured, "You need me to fill you up, Bae?" Before slipping two digits into her, his fingers toyed with the wrinkles in her skin. As he pounded into her, she screamed and buckled onto his hand. She opened her eyes slightly so she could observe him. As his hand pushed inside her and his other hand stroked his cock, he had his eyes fixed on the space between her legs. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she experienced a sudden surge of wettiness at the image. I need you, Nathan," she said in a frantic tone. Once again shifting on the bed, he directed the head of his erection at her entrance and gave her a powerful shove. He said and then started pumping into her as she screamed. By encircling his hips with her legs and pressing her heels into the tough muscle of his ass, she matched him thrust for thrust. He bit down on her nipple while her fingers grasped the full muscles of his shoulders, creating tiny moon-shaped craters in his flesh. Bae,
He kissed her lips first, then her nose. "The marriage is six months away. After that, give me a few months to get her established so that we can continue where we left off. He grinned at Cassie as though this were the most wonderful development. She would only have to be patient while he beat his wife into submission and perhaps implanted a child in her womb. They could keep what they had. Is that truly what you want, Nathan? she questioned. It's not what I want, Bae, oh no. I would not alter a thing about what we now have since I adore it, but the old guy is pressuring me to be married because Ainsley's family is in the building industry. He faltered off and shrugged. You know, Bae, don't you? Only a few months, at most eight, will pass before everything returns to normal. She sarcastically said, "Except you'll be married. He continued to shrug, "We've both been in relationships before and it hasn't affected our arrangement." She groaned, trying not to express how sadde
He arched his brow. She hoped she could perform that one brow lift since it was so useful. He questioned, "Irish?" His voice caressed her skin as it was deep, smoky, and a little gruff around the edges. She trembled. When Cassie waved over the bartender, she remarked, "Green eyes." "So, what'll it be?" He said to the bartender, "Fat Yak," and the latter nodded. She questioned, "Fat Yak?" "That is a really strange name to call a drink." Irish raised the bottle in a toast after the bartender set it down on the bar in front of him. She drank her vodka cranberry while making a clink with his bottle. Irish looked at Blue, "Whoa, slow down there." Cassie snorted once more. "You called me 1Blue," she retorted. "I did," he said, adding, "You've got red hair." He then nodded. "I never did understand why that Nathanname applied," Cassie said. He shrugged and took a sip of his beer before stating, "It's ironic. She remarked, "Ahh, Alanis Morissette," with knowledge. "Ironi
Brian turned to face the little redhead sat next to him. His kiss caused her face to flush, her eyes to glaze over, and those mouthwatering lips to split apart. He moved quietly as his cock shifted in his trousers and drew his eyes away from her to finish his last sip of beer. He had came in here for a quiet drink and to let off some steam, not to hook up. CASA was getting under his skin over his new aircraft, and he was about sick of having to throw himself through hoops simply to appease them. He had assumed that the Civil Aviation Safety Authority would welcome the addition of a new commercial airline to disrupt the dominance of the Big Two, but apparently not. His luxury charter flight service had been running successfully for a while, and all he wanted to do was turn it into a more lucrative business. First-class domestic travel should not be too challenging to offer. He placed his empty bottle on the counter and motioned for the bartender. Even though Blue had been a welcome
She gave a head shake. She said, grinning up at him, "No," adding, "I think tonight belongs to Blue and Irish." She rose onto her toes and placed her lips over his, putting an end to his complaints. The doors opened as the elevator came to a stop. Though he tried to draw away from her, he caught her hand and virtually dragged her to his door. She was waved inside as he pulled his keycard from his back pocket and unlocked the door. Wow, the penthouse, she said. Nice." He flung his jacket on the couch and shrugged as he walked toward her. She took a few steps backward while her hands flitted around her body. He grinned mischievous and hissed, "Are you afraid of me, Blue?" She stumbled, "No, I'm not afraid." She took a couple more steps backwards before her thighs brushed against the dining table. He approached her and slipped a hair tendril behind her ear. If you've changed your mind, Blue, we don't have to do this. She massaged his beard while cupping his jaw, running he
He circled her clit while grinning on her body and running his tongue between her silky folds. He teased the entrance of her core with his finger, moving it through the slickness and into her, as she inhaled as he placed his lips over the tight nub. She cried out and raised her hips in an attempt to get more. While still enjoying the sound of her moaning and another finger being gently inserted into her, Brian sucked harder on her clit. She resisted, counterpunching his thrusts with her own as he scissored his fingers into her to provide more pressure. She fisted her hands into his hair, drawing him in closer as he increased the tempo at which he licked at her clit. Her inside muscles started to contract, and her breathing grew frantic, and he felt the beginnings of her orgasm. As he curled his fingers within her to press against the walls of her core, he straightened his tongue and increased the pressure. She screamed angrily, "Oh, fuck," as his fingers were pinched by her se
Cassie groaned as the bright light pierced through the delicate skin of her eyelids. Her head was pounding and her mouth was dry, but her body felt wonderfully satiated. She blinked her eyes open cautiously, squinting at the offending sunlight and it took her a moment to remember where she was. She looked around the room, slowly remembering the events of last night and she smiled to herself. As far as rebound sex went, that was pretty awesome and she wouldn’t mind another round with him. She felt the warmth stirring in her belly at the memory of those intense green eyes and the way his beard felt against the inside of her thighs and how it brushed against her waxed mound. She squeezed her thighs together, relishing the throb of desire and stretched languidly. The suite was quiet and she wondered where he was. The bed beside her was cold, although the indentation on his pillow assured her that he had slept there. She sat up and listened, straining to hear any noise that might indi
Six Months Later…Everyone he loved was in the room. They were celebrating. Barry and Becky had finally set a date. Lisa and Mason wouldn’t be far behind. Brian and Cassie kept sneaking glances at one another that they thought nobody else noticed. He thought he knew what was going on but he didn’t want to ruin the surprise. It was their news to share and he was happy to wait for them to be ready to share it. Liam and Loretta were here too. He’d been slowly getting to know them. There was a lot of hurt to work through, but they were getting there. Jonathon quite enjoyed having a younger brother even if it was only in small doses at the moment. Devi and Kirra were also there. Kirra was graduating in a couple of weeks and then she would be hopefully attending one of the universities close to home. She wouldn’t know if she got accepted until the new year, but Jonathan was quietly confident that she would get into her top pick. And then there was Emma. Every day with her was
“I know it’s too soon,” he said, cupping her cheek. “But I want you to know that I am in this for good. I want to spend my life with you Emma. I want us to be a family. You, me, Kirra, Devi, Liam, and Loretta—” “Loretta?” “My mum. I want one big, messy family with you and me at the heart of it. Tell me you want that too.” She pressed against him and brushed a kiss on his lips. “I do,” she said before putting the remaining half of the chocolate in her mouth and grinning. The wheel came to a stop and he drew Emma to her feet, moving them both over to the window. The entire city of Melbourne was spread out below them, but it dimmed in comparison to the woman in his arms. “I love you, Emma,” he whispered before kissing her while they stood on top of the world.He took her home. He couldn’t not. They had stuff to work out and a relationship to manage. He had a family to get to know and she had her mother’s illness to navigate and her sister’s final year of sch
He stepped into the pod and waited for the door to close before holding the final box out to her, his mouth dry. She reached for it but he snatched it away, lifting it beyond her reach. “Before I give this to you, I need to explain.” She looked from the box to his face and nodded. “Okay.” The wheel started to move and Jonathon moved them over to sit on a bench. He exhaled roughly. “Okay, so I don’t know how much of this you already know, but how about I just start at the beginning?” She nodded again. “My mother left when I was two. I always believed she left us for a man with money. I’ve recently found out that wasn’t true.” He took a deep breath and her hand rested gently on his chest as she moved closer to him. He took strength from her closeness. “Someone was impersonating me—” “Liam?” He nodded. “Right. Liam. It turns out Liam is my brother. He was trying to draw me out and get me to notice him. He ultimately wanted to meet his father. He didn’t
“Are you looking for this?” the security guy asked, holding out an old-fashioned paper ticket. Emma laughed as she snatched it from him, waving it over her shoulder as she jogged toward the front doors of the building. She slid into the car and Brian looked at her expectantly. “Um…” Emma looked between Brian and Cassie. “I want to say Luna Park, but I don’t think that’s right.” “Why Luna Park?” Cassie asked. Emma held up the ticket in her hand. “We went to a fête in Merveille and rode the Ferris wheel.” “The Melbourne Star,” Brian said, his voice gruff. “Of course!” Cassie cried excitedly, leaning over to give Brian a smacking kiss. “You’re brilliant.” Emma could barely keep still as Brian drove them across town toward the Docklands and the giant observation wheel. As much as she was enjoying herself, she wanted to see him. She had already forgiven him for his lie and now she desperately wanted to ask his forgiveness for her stupid, fearful, erratic
She walked around the corner expecting to see Jonathon outside the patisserie, but there was no one there. She stepped inside breathed in the sweet scent of pastries and chocolate and looked around, hoping to spot him, but he wasn’t there. “Are you Emma?” a lady asked. “Yeah,” Emma said, turning to the woman who sat at a small table with a familiar little box in front of her. “This is for you,” the woman said, standing and walking away. Emma sat and took the box, pulling at the bow and opening it to see another chocolate truffle, this time it had an ’S’ written on top of it in dark chocolate. She didn’t need the little ‘Eat Me’ note to know what to do. She put the truffle on her tongue and closed her eyes. The chocolate coating melted away to leave behind a cake center with the sweet tang of apricot jam. “Sachertorte,” she mumbled to herself as she sighed and opened her eyes. Emma picked up the note that had nestled beside the truffle in the box.The first time we made lov
Dear Emma,The first time we met I wanted to kiss you. I knew I couldn’t. I knew it was stepping across a line both personally and professionally, but still, I couldn’t deny the attraction I felt.Our relationship has had an unconventional start, a bit of a rocky middle, and an absolutely appalling ending, but there were some real high points along the way. Let me remind you of how good it was between us and how good it could be again.Do you remember our first kiss? I don’t think I will ever forget it. I thought I knew what I was getting myself in for when I leaned down to brush my lips across yours, but I was a fool. You were so much more than I ever thought I would ever experience. You took my breath away and I lost a little bit of my heart to you at that moment.If it meant as much to you as it did to me, meet me there at the place where we first kissed.Jonathon.Emma could feel the wetness on her cheeks and she sniffed as she wiped at the tears. “Well?” Cassie asked, rocking o
It was the first Saturday morning Emma could ever remember that had the three of them sitting around the kitchen table eating pancakes and laughing. What would have been a simple, family Saturday morning ritual for some was something out of a fairy tale for Emma. She knew they were a long way from being a happy family, there was still a lot of hurt to navigate and broken trust to overcome, but it was a start and for once in her life, she was willing to just go with it. On this day, Devi was back to the woman she vaguely remembered from before Tom died and Emma wanted to soak it up and memorize it. From pancakes, they’d gone to gardening. Emma shared her plans with Devi and Kirra. She would let the lease go on her flat and move back in here permanently. It meant she would be on hand if Devi needed her and hopefully give some stability for Kirra’s final year of school. After she graduated and went off to uni, Emma could look at what would happen next. They all agreed that if they were
Emma wanted to believe her, but it was tempting to turn away and close her heart off so she couldn’t be hurt again. Except it would hurt anyway. If there was one thing she learned through this whole saga with Jonathon it was that closing your heart off to others was a mistake. You ended up hurting everyone that way, not least of all yourself. She put her arm around Devi and hugged her. “Good for you mum,” she said.Jonathon worked all night and most of the day. He tried calling Emma but when she didn’t pick up or reply to his texts after the first twenty or so, he gave up. What he had to say needed to be said in person anyway. Inspired by the woman he had fallen irrevocably in love with, he had spent the night holed up in his test kitchen creating the perfect set of truffles. Anybody could buy a box of chocolates or a bunch of flowers but only he could create an entire set of truffles that spelled out just how much he loved her and how much she had impacted his life. He had words
Kirra said when Emma finally made it home. Emma had been wandering around the city trying to come to terms with what all this meant for her life going forward. She had made some hard decisions, but she felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. It hadn’t helped with the pain in her chest where her heart was currently crumbling away to dust, but at least she knew that she wasn’t going to end up like her mother just because she had fallen in love. Life was always going to throw her curve balls and she just learned something about herself. Despite her previous belief, she was actually strong enough to withstand them, even swing the bat at them, and make the best out of a bad situation. “Hey, yourself,” she said, sitting at the table opposite Kirra. “Where’s Zoë?” “She had to go and run some errands.” “Where’s mum?” Kirra bit her lip and her eyes teared up. “I don’t know.” “She’s not here?” Emma asked, sitting up straighter and leaning forward. “When I got home, Z