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“You okay?” I ask.

“Yeah. Please move.”

I slowly pull out and push back in. Her back arches, and a soft moan escapes her. I keep going. She squeezes my shoulder and moans my name as my lips leave soft kisses along the column of her neck. She feels like heaven and sin wrapped in a gorgeous body, and I can’t believe she’s letting me experience her first time with her.

My hand finds her ass, and I lift her up slightly as my movements pick up. She begins to tighten around my cock, and I know I’m not going to last much longer. My free hand finds her clit, and her arm flies out as she grips the blanket, her moans louder now.

“Come for me, Eliza. Let me see how pretty you are when you come on my cock.”

She shatters and drags me right with her. I yell her name loudly, uncaring if the neighbours can hear through the wall because that was just the best orgasm of my life. It was a high I’ve never experience and one I want to chase over and over.

CHAPTER 33

Eliza

Idon’t know how to describe what I’m feeling right now. I always thought I’d be able to perfectly describe what losing my virginity felt like, but I can’t. It’s a feeling beyond words. I’m pretty sure the only reason I’m feeling that way right now is because of Mac and how he treated me and the entire experience. He took the time to build my trust and a relationship over weeks, never pushing anything and allowing me to go at my own pace. Even tonight he made sure I knew that I could end all of it with a single word, but when I said I wanted this with him, I meant it. I don’t think I’d have wanted this experience with anyone other than him, and that scares the crap out of me.

The tears forming in the corner of my eyes overflow, and he wipes the first one away with his thumb the second it falls.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asks, his voice so soft it feels like I’m being wrapped in a warm blanket.

“Perfect. I don’t think I could have imagined anything better.”

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down for a kiss. It’s soft and intimate, probably too much for two peoplewho are not in a real relationship. When we pull apart, he rests his forehead against mine, and I wonder if he feels it too. This connection that seems to go deeper than either of us have said out loud. I don’t know if I want to even get my hopes up that he does. We haven’t discussed what we want our futures to look like, but with a ten-year age difference, I’m not sure it’s the same.

I close my eyes as he slowly pulls out and lies beside me. He intertwines our fingers as we lie beside each other, staring up at the ceiling, neither saying a word. After a few moments, I slip away into the washroom to do my business before I stare at myself in the mirror. I thought I might be able to see something different, maybe in my eyes or in the way I hold myself, but I don’t. I look the same way I did when we arrived in London.

I pull the drain on the bath and start the shower, Mac slipping into the bathroom behind me. We shower together in silence, and when we finish, he wraps me in a warm, fluffy towel and helps me dry off before doing the same to himself and following me into bed. The difference is tonight, he wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me in close, his chin resting on the junction of my neck and shoulder. I relax into him, a sense of comfort overtaking me as I let out a deep breath, falling asleep shortly after.

I wake up alone, which I’m not surprised by after Mac told me how early he was leaving to meet his father in the office. He left me a note on my bedside table about the pot of coffee he made before he left. I smile as I stretch and pad my way to the kitchen and pour myself a cup before digging out my laptop to start my day.

I’ve lost track of time when my phone dings with a message from Mac.

Mac

Good morning, how are you feeling today?

Eliza

Amazing. Thank you for the coffee.

Mac

Of course. I’ll be back late tonight. Not sure when, but I’ll text you later.

Disappointment immediately fills me. I know it’s not entirely his choice that he’ll be late, his father is the one who’s keeping him at the office, but that doesn’t change the fact that I wish he’d be home with me.

Eliza

Okay. Just let me know.

He thumbs-ups my message, and I return to my work.

When I finally close my laptop, I decide to make one of my favourite recipes because I know it will still be good for Mac when he comes home later. When I finish, I leave a note for Mac on the counter and take my bowl with my Kindle to the couch.

I don’t realize I’ve fallen asleep until I’m being lifted off the couch in Mac’s arms. I nuzzle into his chest, letting out a little hum of contentment.

“I made food,” I murmur, and he kisses my forehead.