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Then I spilled myself inside her, collapsing on top of her prone body and damn near crushing her in the process.
I should move.
I was definitely too heavy, and she was lying on top of stone and wood, not a soft mattress. But I needed a moment to gain control of myself.
Needed a second to catch my breath and come back to the present.
“So fucking perfect,” I whispered, kissing her head, her neck, wherever I could reach.
I squeezed her one more time before standing, sliding out of her. My gaze was riveted to that spot between her legs. She tried to move, but I held her in place, waiting.
“One second. Don’t move,” I said, and watched as my cum started to drip down her thighs.
Sweet fucking Christ. What that sight did to me? There weren’t words.
“Good girl,” I murmured, leaning over to kiss her head again. Then I went to the adjoining bathroom to grab a wet washcloth.
I cleaned the mess we left between her legs and dried her as best I could. Then I helped her stand and smoothed her skirt down her thick thighs, giving her ass a squeeze before sliding in front of her to embrace her.
“That was,” she said against my chest, still a little breathless.
“Yeah, it was,” I replied, hugging her back.
I’d been thinking about fucking her all day in this office. But I wasn’t prepared for the ridiculous flash of possessiveness that hit me when I saw she was naked beneath her skirt.
I wasn’t sure how to feel after what we just did. It was too intense for words, and I didn’t know enough of them to make sure I wouldn’t fuck it up.
So, I just held her a little longer, ignoring the knock on the door a few minutes later.
I don’t want to let go.
But I had to because this was work, and we both had things to do.
Chapter 24-Michaela
The next couple of weeks flew by in a haze of meetings, deadlines, and tests.
Liam had to fly to China the day before last, and I missed him like crazy. We texted every night. But it wasn’t the same.
The fact Miss Chen was with him was something I wasn’t very happy about, but how could I bring that up when our time was so short? Besides, I didn’t want to act like some possessive shrew.
I was his wife, and we both seemed to have a healthy appetite for sex with one another. But other than our wedding vows, which had been arranged—something I wasn’t ever likely to forget—Liam never made me any promises.
Today had been a difficult one, and I was exhausted. There was so much going into this project at ODI, and a lot of it was now riding on Liam’s ability to get the partners overseas to come through with the materials needed to manufacture his battery.
It wasn’t my area of expertise, but from what I understood, his Chinese investors wanted more than what they’d been promised, and they were holding the materials he needed hostage while they hashed out a new contract.
The buzzer sounded, and I grabbed my phone to answer using the app. I was currently stirring a batch of homemade spinach gnocchi in cream sauce I made from theNonna Rosa’s Recipesbook I kept on a wooden stand in the kitchen.
My mother had saved all of Nonna’s secret recipes and wrote them up in a cookbook she’d had printed for family only and dedicated to my great grandmother.
It was full of wonderful meals I barely remembered eating when the sweet old woman had been alive. She passed away before I started grade school, but I remembered her kindness and her love of feeding everyone.
Half of my heritage was Italian, and it seemed a common enough thing, this love of food. I didn’t always have the time to cook, but I enjoyed it. Almost as much as I enjoyed eating.
Slightly annoyed because I knew Liam wouldn’t ring the bell, I frowned as I looked through the camera to the desk in the lobby of the building.
“Mrs. O’Doyle? You have visitors,” the security guard said, flashing the camera to show a group of my cousins.