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She throws back her head as a strangled moan pours from her parted lips.
"Ah, yes. Ah, yes!"
The pleasure pulls a strained rasp from my lips. I whirl her around, still buried in her, so deep that her eyes bulge.
I stroke her with a breathless heat, rocking my hips back and forth, then I hoist her knee in one arm and thrust in... Up and down, fast, slow, and deliberate, savoring the moment and wishing we don't ever have to stop.
Of course, we have to. Outside there is a son who is yet to accept the woman I've come to rely on more than I bargained for. There's an ex that's hell-bent on smashing my sanity and rubbing the past on my face. And, there's the moment after this; the one we'll both realize that we've crossed the damn line.
Her sensitive walls tighten around my shaft. I slide back and forth inside her. Then suddenly, she convulses, tightening her grip on my arms. Ecstasy surges, blood pumps faster, our now sweaty bodies become one.
Felicity jerks, clinging to me and clamping her thighs. I tense, groaning as I explode in waves of knee-jerking sensation fueled by an intense passion.
Chapter Seventeen
Felicity
“MayIhavemorejuice, please?” Eli says from the kitchen table, stretching out his hand with the cup. I move to take it since Angelina is busy arranging the towels on the hook. “Oh, never mind. I’ll go get it myself.” He stands up and walks past me without sparing me a glance, not even the tiniest bit.
It's Monday afternoon, and one of my clients canceled the house show, I decided to take the rest of the day off and come home earlier today. I thought I might be able to find a chance to get close to Eli. Well, I guess not.
Angelina turns and casts me an apologetic smile, her eyes laden with genuine remorse.
“That’s not a way to talk to Ms. Goleman, Eli. Your father is going to be disappointed when he hears about your behavior.”
I glance at the gigantic engagement ring on my finger as Angelina’s words ring in the room. She didn’t say fiancée, she didn’t say girlfriend either.
Ms. Goleman.
She’s right to remind me of my place, albeit indirectly. Well, she’s oblivious to the fact that my relationship with Declan is a sham. And God, we’ve dragged so many into this charade, leaving me to wonder if getting out will be at all easy.
After that night in my apartment, I decided to give it a try and moved in with them. The next day, we went to the store to pick out the ring. Even though we try to keep this as private as possible, everyone at work knows. The congratulatory messages that have been flooding my inbox after they spotted the diamond on my finger have been overwhelming.
Then there’s Declan, the ever-charming and true gentleman. He knows when to say the right words and when to just sit and listen without any hint of judgment in his warm eyes. He knows when to hug me till my heart stops hurting.
Last time, when I opened up to him about my family-- Dad especially, he had tugged me into his arms and stroked my hair until the last word slipped past my lips. Of course, a part of me had expected him to pity me and cuss at Father. Instead, he praised my strength and commended my effort, in his thoughtful and unpredictable way. Then, he kissed me and held me until I fell asleep in his arms.
It’s so easy with him. But then, it had been easy with Allard at the beginning as well. He used to say all the right things and even went as far as promising me forever. I believed him… trusted him until the day I found a tracking device in my car. When I pulled it off, Allard had been in a frenzied outrage. He almost battered my face that night in our apartment.
I shiver as his face flashes in my mind with his fist raised, aimed at my face. Gritting my teeth, I stand up and walk to the sink to rinse my cup. Unspoken words hum between Eli and me as he leans beside the sink, watching his nanny work.
“I’m sorry about what Eli did, Ms. Goleman. He’s still angry about having to wait for his dad to err-- drive you to the store before he could watch the game last night. These things are important to him. Every single second he has to spend with his father counts.”
I muster a smile even though my insides are coiling with controlled rage. My mood is hanging by a thin thread. Eli has been pushing my buttons right from the day I moved in.
It’s been two weeks. Nothing changed between us. Declan was wrong about my stay here improving my relationship with his son. It hasn’t and that hurts.
“It’s okay. I’ll just lock myself up in the basement and swallow the keys.”
The woman's eyes warm as she smiles, then she leans in and whispers in a conspiratorial tone.
“I think he’s beginning to warm up to you. He’s just clinging to his ego. He stares at you when you’re not looking, I can tell you that there’s no hint of malice in his eyes but fascination.”
“That counts for something, huh?’
Angelina nods eagerly.
“Everything. It counts for everything, Ms. Goleman.”
