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“You need to be fucked, baby.” His breath brushes my ear and goosebumps scatter everywhere, whether it’s from the words or the sensations, I can’t be sure.
I shudder, no shit. An orgasm is dangerously close and I feel him smile underneath me.
“I’m going to blow so hard,” he whispers. He pushes three fingers into me and I lose control and lie back across him.
I need him to fuck me. I need him to fuck me now. A rush of arousal floods me and he hisses in appreciation.
His thick fingers slide in and then slowly out again.
“Here we are,” the driver says flatly.
Oh shit. I jump off Stace’s lap and shake my head. What the bloody hell are we doing? I widen my eyes at Stace and he smirks as he puts his three fingers in his mouth and sucks them. I freeze as I watch him and my insides begin to liquefy.
This man is so fucking hot, he fries my brain.
As if reading my mind, Stace smiles sexily and takes my purse to pay the driver. I don’t have one coherent thought in my head right now. He drags our puppy and me from the cab and it drives off. He looks up at the house in front of us. It’s a two-story terrace kind of house, white with blue doors and trim. The windows have the same blue shutters around them. The ivy is overgrown and all over the wall, and we have a fountain is in the front garden
“This is it.” I smile nervously.
He smiles as his eyes roam over the house. “Looks nice.”
I shrug, smile, and struggle to pull our little friend on his leash. “He hates this leash.”
Stace follows me as he continues to stare at our surroundings.
What must it be like to be locked away for two years? I can’t imagine what is going through his head right now.
I open the blue, arch-shaped door and we walk inside. The flooring is tiled in all different shades of green in big diamond shapes, and the walls are a warm terracotta colour. It is the epitome of South America and exactly why I wanted this house when I first looked at it.
It’s warm, earthy, and inviting.
“This is the lounge room.” I gesture to the lounge room and we walk through the hallway. “This is the kitchen.”
He looks around the timber kitchen and smiles. “Where is the laundry?” he asks.
“Oh, through here.” I walk through the hallway and show him the laundry and he looks around. His dark eyes come back to my face.
“Where is our bedroom?”
Nerves flutter through me. It’s been a long time. “Upstairs,” I whisper.
He takes me by my hand, leads me back to the staircase, and we continue upstairs.
“Last door on the right,” I murmur.
He puts the puppy down and walks me up the hall to our bedroom. His eyes scan the space.
There’s a large bed with white linen and timber furnishings. It’s simple.
I stand nervously and he turns to face me. “It’s nice.” His lips meet mine and he kisses me softly.
I smile. I can’t believe he is actually here with me… in our home. I’ve waited so long for him to come home.
“I have something for you.” He wrestles around in his pocket and pulls out something wrapped in tissue paper.
I frown as he unwraps it and then he drops to his knee and holds up a ring.
I stare at him, overwhelmed with emotion.
