Page 42 of Spare Heir


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Monday morning and I’m not even out of bed yet. I’m usually showered and finished catching up on the business news by now. There’s a text from my driver asking what time I want to leave for the office. Reality forces itself back into my life, whether or not I’m ready for it.

The sun makes me wince, and I remember I forgot to close the shutters last night. Just as well we’re not overlooked.

Despite my jumbled thoughts, I’m still buzzing, and I think how lucky that I had condoms on hand. That’s the upside of not having sex for so long—an untouched packet of condoms and a sexual appetite that had me so insane for her we only slept for short bursts. She’s even sexier than I imagined, and each time was hotter than the one before. We just fit together, and it was effortless. I woke up craving her again, and I reached for her in the hazy dawn light. Her eyes told me she was hungry for more too, and I slid my fingers into her wet pussy and fucked her until she quivered and came over and over until we both fell into a heavy, satiated sleep.

I can’t remember the last time I had an all-nighter like that. In fact, who am I kidding? I’ve never had one like that—never had a woman like her.

My ex and I had some passionate nights in the early days, but when Daisy came along, our nights were sleepless for other reasons, and we had sex less and less frequently, until we barely slept in the same bed, never mind had sex.

It’s been so long since I relaxed and let go completely.

But with Nathalie? For fuck’s sake.

I can’t seem to control myself around her. She seemed to be coming around to the idea of being just friends, so what am I doing?

At least I checked in with her first. She said she was fine about us having sex without a commitment. I hope she meant it, or things could get complicated, fast, after a night like that. She caught me by surprise when she suggested friends with benefits—it was the last thing I expected her to say—but I was too hot to refuse when she appeared like that.

But now, I’m not sure I want friends with benefits, as cool as it sounds. My feelings run too deep and if I let myself have her like this regularly, no matter how casual she says it can be, I don’t think I’ll be able to hack it.

Her head nuzzles on my shoulder, and she turns on her side towards me, her warm breath caressing my flesh as her hand flops onto me. I’m already semi-hard, and her touch ignites me into full morning glory. Even as I’m warning myself about being with her, I’m lusting after her again, and I pull the sheet up to cover the evidence.

Her eyes peel open, and she beams me a lazy, contented smile. ‘Morning.’

‘Morning, beautiful,’ I say, dropping a kiss on her forehead. ‘Sleep well?’

‘Hmm, well, but not much! We only slept a little,’ she says, throwing me an impish grin. She moves her head off my shoulder and sits up, stretching her arms in the air like a sleepy cat.

‘You really do have the most divine tits,’ I say, admiring her body. I feel myself twitch.

‘You kept saying that last night,’ she says, and her eyes wander to the hill in the sheet.

‘Yes, well, your nipples have been on my mind since the day you arrived when you wore your wet swimming costume.’

She laughs, and her cheeks flush. ‘Oh, please don’t remind me. Sorry about that. I didn’t know you would appear so soon.’

‘Never apologise for letting me see your stiff nips,’ I say, and although I know I should get ready for work, I lick one perfect nipple and then the other. The sight of them hardening is too much for me. I’m going to have to have her again, Monday morning or not.

‘I should be on my way,’ I murmur, but I keep licking her nipples and the way she moans arouses me further. Her eyes shine with desire, and I know she wants me as much as I want her.

She runs her hand over the sheet, and I’m so stiff, my cock throbs.

‘This feels promising,’ she says, teasing me, as she rubs her hand back and forth and palms me through the silky sheet.

I’m losing my mind and can’t think straight now. All I can think is I want to be inside her again, so I throw off the sheet and flip her onto her back and lie on top of her, balancing my weight on my arms.

‘Is this a good idea?’ she asks coyly.

‘I thought you said we can be friends with benefits,’ I say, my voice low as a growl.

‘True. But I mean, what if they drop Daisy off now?’

‘They won’t. It’s the summer holidays,’ I say.

‘What time is it? Mrs Johnson will come any minute, won’t she?’

I can see she wants me, but she’s worried about us being discovered.

‘Don’t worry. We’ve got at least thirty minutes. Would you like to talk about who might arrive soon, or is there something else you’d rather do?’ I move down the bed and trail my tongue lazily back and forth across her bean, gradually increasing the speed until she’s feverish and has forgotten all about being discovered.

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