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“Worse than that. My father set up the company when was 24, fresh from his MBA at Harvard. He had no partners at the time, and he had free rein to set the company up the way he wanted. Foolishly, he drafted the management company agreement such that he can name any blood relative as head of the company without consent of his other partners. Otherwise, when he retires, the partners get to vote on a replacement. He desperately wants to keep control even when he’s not working anymore. I’ll never understand it.” He shook his head ruefully. “He probably has close to a billion dollars socked away at this point. Just retire and enjoy your life. Who cares what happens to the firm? It’s not a child. It’s just a business.”
There was so much pain in his final words. “He loves it like it is, doesn’t he?”
“He does. More than he ever loved me or my brother.” Andrew’s jaw was set and he refused to meet my eyes.
My eyes welled at his pain. “I’m sorry. That’s really fucked up.”
He turned to me. “I know. I’ve accepted it at this point but it still stings.” He brushed a thumb over my cheek. “Don’t cry for me, Margo. I’m not worth the tears.”
“Yes, you are,” I protested. “I wish I hadn’t judged you for all those years. We used to call you “trust fund baby” behind your back. I feel terrible.” I shook my head at how callous I had been to him, assuming his life was perfect and he didn’t need this job like I did.
He huffed a laugh. “I know you did. I don’t blame you.”
That only made more tears well in my eyes. “Why are you so nice to me? I’ve been terrible to you. You’re willing to overlook all that?”
He brushed his thumb over my cheek again. “You know why.” My heart flipped over. I was sure he could see it in my eyes. Another gentle stroke on my skin. “And yes, if I can have even a little piece of you now. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.” He gave me a half smile as held my gaze, his hand never leaving my face.
In that moment, nothing could have prevented me from kissing him. I wanted this man, his hard edges and his soft spots, his pain and his pride, his hidden depths.
I slanted my lips over his and felt him shudder before he kissed me back.
The the feel of his lips slipping against mine was almost more than I could bear. He cradled me like he was afraid to scare me, but I needed more. I was crazed for him and his clever tongue dipping into my mouth to taste me, crazed for his teeth nipping at my bottom lip.
We’d kissed before but this was different. This kiss was an affirmation. Every brush of his lips against mine felt worshipful. The fingers I shoved into his silky hair said I admired him, that I gloried in him. My greedy hands under his shirt showed him how proud I was of his strength. His groan into my mouth undid me. I arched under his touch and he dropped his mouth to my neck.
“I love the way your hands feel on my skin. Never stop,” he murmured between kisses, nipping at the top of my breast. Lower, lower, until his stubble was rasping across my stomach and my breathy moans encouraged him to go lower still. He dipped his tongue under my waistband and pulled my leggings down. He seemed to be memorizing the scent of me, mapping my body with his hands.
“Andrew. I don’t want to wait. Please.”
He raised his head, eyes blazing. “You sure you want to do this?”
“Yes.” I wanted this more than I had ever wanted anything. The need for him felt like an imperative. If I didn’t get him inside me, I would die.
“Good.” He got up in a smooth motion and then turned to me. “I’ve wanted this for a long time.” He started stripping, methodically removing his sweats, his undershirt, until he was in nothing but tight briefs. My mouth went dry as he moved toward me. The trail of dark hairs that led into his briefs, the flex of his abs as he walked, it was all too much.
He moved over me onto the couch and his strong hands pressed me back, raising goosebumps on my arms. I responded by sliding my hands over his hot skin. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this,” he murmured.
“Me too.” And it was the truth. Under all of our fights and our harsh words, had been this undercurrent of tension, of need.
There was very little talking after that, not like other times. Tonight he burned with intensity and words seemed beyond him.
He slipped a finger into my underwear and hissed out a breath. “Fuck, Margo.” I writhed under him, wanting more of that delicious pressure. I pressed against his hand and dipped my fingers into his waistband. The noises he made while discovering how wet I was for him undid me. He lifted my hips to strip off my underwear and pushed his own down, a breath loosing from his chest at the contact. He looked impossibly hard for me, the tip of him already beaded with liquid.
“I need you, sweetheart. I’m sorry.” His words were rasped out while he ran his finger up and down my folds.
“Don’t apologize. Just get inside me.”
“Fuck.” His lids dropped closed for a brief moment, before he reached for his wallet and pulled out a condom. His finger swirled over my clit, making sure I was ready. Always caring for me, even now. My heart threatened to beat out of my chest.
“Stop teasing.”
“As you wish, little tyrant.” A slight smirk, and then he rolled the condom over his length. We each sought the other with fevered touches and harsh breaths and then he was there at my entrance, feeling so impossibly large that I didn’t think he would fit. An inch, and then another inch. He was shaking with strain and I wanted him crazed for me. I grabbed at his hips and shoved him forward.The stifled sound he made was everything.
“Andrew. Please. More,” I sobbed the words out.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he responded through gritted teeth.
I responded by thrusting up against him and he made a low noise in his throat. Then he was pressing me into the couch, his hips slamming into me, his length filling me up, just like he’d promised. He groaned as he seated himself but pulled back out and thrust again. Already the pleasure was ratcheting inside me and I wanted to shut my eyes, but I didn’t want to miss a second of the way his soft lips parted, the way his lids dropped. He pressed up into me and I felt the couch moving across the floor.
