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Si moves his hand away from my hip to my pussy, his thumb brushing over my clit as he fucks me from behind. He flicks my clit along with every stroke, and within seconds, I’m coming for him, his hand silencing my moans.
Wave after wave of pleasure rocks my body as Silas increases the pace, fucking me harder, his strokes stronger, deeper. Moments after my orgasm subsides, he comes deep inside me, my name on his lips. “Oh God, Alanna,” he moans.
He leans over me and hugs me from behind, the two of us leaning against his desk, still intimately connected. I smile as he presses a kiss to the back of my neck, setting my restless heart at ease. “I don’t know what’s got you so worried today, my love. Just know that you’re the only one I want. You always will be. You’re it for me, Alanna. Forever.”
Silas slips out of me and grabs a paper napkin from his desk drawer, cleaning me up before pulling me upright. He turns me around and wraps his arms around me, his eyes on me. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted,” he promises. “You always will be.”
The sincerity in his gaze startles me, and I rise to my tiptoes to kiss him, unsure what to say. How did he know I was feeling insecure?
Silas kisses me tenderly, taking his time with me. His touch takes away all of my worries and cements my decision. I don’t care who Ray is. I’m taking every part of Si that used to belong to her, and I’m never letting go.
Si pulls away and presses his lips to my forehead, his touch lingering as he moves to my neck next. “You’re out of time,” he whispers.
I chuckle as I pull away from him and straighten my clothes before walking toward his door. I pause halfway through and turn back to face him. “Check the code,” I tell him.
His eyes widen, and I smirk at him. Who does he think I am? This girl he can’t seem to forget… there’s no way she’s as compatible with him as I am. No way in hell.
ChapterSixty-Four
Alanna
I smile to myself as I fold the last paper crane. It took me a few weeks of waking up early and carefully sneaking around the house, but I’ve managed to fold a thousand little origami cranes for Silas. It still doesn’t measure up to everything he’s done for me, and the way he celebrated my birthday with me, but I hope it at least shows him my sincerity.
I just hope he won’t find it silly. It’s hard to find a present for someone who can afford nearly anything, but I hope that if nothing else, this will at least make him smile.
I’m nervous when I hear the sound of the car lift and glance at the cranes I’ve strung on thread and hung all over the living room. Now that I hear him coming up, I’m suddenly second-guessing myself. He might hate the mess I’ve made, and he might find me childish. Was this a bad idea, after all?
Silas steps out of the car and smiles when he sees me, but then he looks up at the origami birds and freezes. “Paper cranes?” he asks, his voice carrying a hint of uncertainty.
“One thousand of them.” My voice falters, and I clear my throat. “Ever since my birthday, I’ve been wanting to thank you, but words didn’t seem enough. I can’t remember where, but I once heard that folding a thousand origami cranes will grant you a wish. You already have everything you could possibly want, so I thought…”
He walks up to me, his gaze filled with tenderness. The way he’s looking at me has my heart overflowing with love. He does this sometimes… he looks at me like I’m his every dream come true. Silas swallows hard as he cups my cheek, his thumb brushing over my lip. “So what is your wish for me?”
“I wish for you to be happy, Silas. Every second of every day, I want you to be happy.”
He drops his forehead to mine and inhales shakily. “So long as you’re with me, I’m happy. If I get one wish, I wish for you to be with me for the rest of our lives. Will you grant that wish?”
I smile to myself, never tiring of his allusions to marriage. It’s something Ryan did too, but it feels different when Silas does it. It feels sincere, and it gives me a sense of security I’ve never felt before. “Yes,” I tell him, though what it is I’m agreeing to exactly, I’m not sure. No one knows about us, and there’s so much standing between us. There’s everyone at work, Ryan, and the girl he calls for in his sleep…Ray. I let her upset me for so long, but I realize now that it doesn’t matter. She isn’t here, but I am, and I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to erase every memory of her until I’m all Silas can think of.
He leans in, his lips brushing against mine once, twice, before he dips in and deepens our kiss, a soft groan escaping his lips. He pulls me closer, his hands roaming over my body impatiently, and I smile to myself. Yeah, Ray isn’t the one he wants. She isn’t the one he’s thinking of right now. All he wants isme.
I rise to my tiptoes and pull away a little, my lips brushing over his ear. “The cranes? They each have something written on them. Kind of like an IOU. They’re all different, but some of the things on there include kisses, massages, dinners… and a fewotherthings.”
Silas pulls away and looks at me wide-eyed. “They’re coupons?”
I blink, a foreign memory flashing through my mind. “They’re coupons,” I repeat. “One for each time I upset you. Hopefully there’s enough of them so you’ll never run out.”
I take a step back and raise my hand to my lips, surprised at the words that just tumbled out of them. Have I ever said something similar before?
“Are you okay, Alanna?”
I look into Silas’s eyes and my head starts to throb, a wave of déjà vu washing over me. I clutch my temples and blink rapidly, a vision of me folding paper cranes flashing through my mind. Have I done this before, for someone else?
“Alanna!”
Silas lifts me into his arms and carries me to the sofa, sitting down with me in his lap. I rest my head against his shoulder and inhale shakily, my head pounding. It’s rare for me to recall any of my lost memories, but this one feels important. My heart aches with a sense of loss, and I can’t help but wonder who I was folding those little birds for.
Silas rubs my back soothingly, and I drag my nose along his throat, inhaling his cologne and letting it put me at ease like it always has. “I’m sorry,” I whisper.
