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“Jesus…” I growl, low and deep, the pleasure almost too much, the feeling of her taking control, showing me what she wants, that she wants me, almost makes me come on the first thrust.
I lift my hands up and grab her waist, letting her jump up and down on me, her hips grinding and swirling.
“Eddieee.” She says my name just how I like it, and all I can do is groan. I grab her around the neck and pull her to me, kissing her mouth as her movements stop momentarily so our tongues can tangle.
“Permission to throw you on the ground and fuck you from behind like a goddamn animal?” I growl on her lips. I am barely hanging on. This woman is merciless as she teases me a little more by moving her hips and grinding on me.
“Permission granted,” she whispers against my lips, and I don’t hesitate.
I hold her around the waist, flip her over on all fours, and I push her upper back, getting her chest lower to the ground.
Lifting her dress over her bare ass, I watch as it pools around her waist, and look at where we are still connected, feeling almost feral. I squeeze her ass in my hands, massaging it hard in my fingers, and she moans and pushes back onto me.
“Fuck, what are you doing to me, woman?” I say before I thrust, pushing into her over and over, sweat beading on my forehead, small moans and pants falling from her lips, and I see her white-knuckled hands pulling at the picnic rug.
“More… more… Eddie… more.” I hold her waist tight, leaving bruises with my fingers and fuck her harder. I can’t get enough, can’t get close enough. I want her more than I have ever wanted anything before in my entire life.
I give her my everything. All of me, I transfer to her, every feeling, every piece of my being, every inch of my soul until I feel her quiver, and then I let go too.
My orgasm rushes through my body at an unfamiliar pace, and we scream in unison as our releases overtake us. I didn’t expect this to occur at a sunny afternoon picnic. But I am starting to realize that, as far as Pinkie is concerned, nothing is off-limits. I can’t fucking help myself.
“Oh my God…” She sighs, now lying underneath me on the blanket. I lean over and pull her shoulder, turning her to face me. She is now sprawled out on her back, looking up at me with her pink hair sticking out everywhere, her face and body entirely relaxed. I hover over her, taking her lips again. We kiss silently for a moment, slowly, seductively, secure in each other’s embrace.
I lean back a little and look at her, completely lost for words as I feel as though the two of us have just pushed through another layer, creating a deeper connection.
“Now I am completely satisfied,” she says with a grin, and I bark out a laugh before I pull her close and kiss her like my life depends on it. Because my heart sure does.
CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE - EDDIE
“Are you going to eat that?” Tennyson asks me from across the table. My brothers all seem ravenous as they shove their burgers into their mouths. We are at our usual haunt for lunch. We try to do this every week at the bar around the corner from our office. We all work in the same building, but none of us come up for air too often to see each other during work hours unless it is scheduled, which this regular lunch is.
I push my plate of half-eaten fries toward him and watch him hoover them up.
“Not hungry?” Ben asks, looking at me suspiciously. Probably because, like all us boys, I have a healthy appetite. It is a rare day if one of us is not eating.
“Just a lot on my mind.” I sigh, feeling equal parts amazing and frustrated.
“Can we meet this Pinkie yet?” Harrison asks, looking at me intently while he bites into his burger. His team only allows him an hour, so he is on a strict schedule, and I look over his shoulder at them all hunched over their laptops at a nearby table. He has a few security team members nearby as well, doing a terrible job of looking inconspicuous. Glancing back at Harrison, I remain silent.
“Shit. You still haven’t told her?” Tennyson says, leaning back and looking at me.
“I’ve tried. I have tried almost every day. But it is like she knows what I am going to tell her is big and she keeps dodging the conversation. Usually, with foreplay.” I murmur the last bit. Whenever I get close to telling her about my life, she amps up the sexual tension to a point that I can’t ignore it. I don’t want to ignore it. I know she is happy in the little bubble we have created, but I want to take her out, date her in public, and to do that, she needs to know who I am.
“It is not going to end well. The longer you take to tell her, the harder the fall. Just tell her and get it over with,” Ben says, and he is right. I know that.
“Surely, she will be okay with you being a billionaire versus a maintenance man?” Tennyson adds. I have rolled that theory over and over in my mind for the past few weeks. Everything I have given her is the truth. My personality, my cooking, my intimacy. People close to me call me Eddie. Idorun the maintenance in the building. The only things she doesn’t know about me are my full name, my family history, and the number of zeros in my bank account.
“I don’t know. I hope so,” I say, pondering it some more.It’s just a name, right?
“Harrison.” One of his staff members comes to the table, cell phone in hand. Us four boys sit up straight. I see another one of his team members jump off the stool and run outside, hailing a taxi while the others all grab their cells. Something is going on, and we already know by the look on her face, it isn’t good.
“What is it?” he asks, his eyes thinning, and his assistant looks at him before she looks around the table at all of us.
“It’s your mother.”
“Jesus, what has she done now?” Tennyson asks, throwing his napkin on the table in frustration.
“She had a heart attack. The housekeeper found her in her office at home and called 9-1-1. The paramedics are taking her to the hospital now,” she says, and all us boys still.
