Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
I turn from temptress to angel, then, in a pattern I plan to get used to, allowing my boyfriend to pluck me off the table, cradle me in his arms while raining kisses down on my head, praising my adventurousness, my “slick hole,” and expressing gruff, passionate gratitude for letting him be so aggressive twice in one day. Apologizing for my soreness. Telling me I’m a good girl. That I’m his girl. That he loves every single thing about me.
I absorb his words like a flower sucking down sunshine, even preening a little when he strokes my hair and rubs gentle hands over my breasts, hips, ankles. Touching every part of me, as if to spread the praise evenly.
When he looks me in the eye, his throat working in a swallow, I already know what’s coming, because I can feel his emotions all around me.
“I’m in love with you, July,” he rasps, cupping my face and kissing me.
Tears roll down my cheeks. “I’m in love with you, too, Theo.”
We bask in each other for long moments, before we finally manage to stop touching each other long enough to get dressed. Walking out hand in hand, we leave the office, but right in front of the elevator, I hear whispers behind my back in the office.
I squeeze Theo’s hand. “I’ll be right back.”
Holding my chin up high, I walk into the break room to find Dierdre and my boss, still slack jawed and obviously talking about what they’ve just seen. If this is the moment I get fired, so be it, but I’m going to go out with my pride.
“Hi,” I say.
“Hi?” sputter Dierdre. “That’s all you have to say after we caught you being…seen to by that animal on the conference room table?”
“That feeling your experiencing? It’s called envy.”
They gasp in unison.
“We came back here with coffee because we felt bad for you,” says my boss. “Instead, you were committing a firing offense.”
“First of all, you’re the one who made me stay late in the first place,” I calmly point out. “And second, good luck finding someone to come up with a half-decent presentation for Friday this late in the game. Mine is good. And it will land. You might want to consider that.” I transfer my attention to Dierdre. “If you call my boyfriend an animal one more time, you meddling troll, I will tell our boss you applied for her position next quarter.” I gasp quietly and cover my mouth. “Oops. Good night, ladies. See you in the morning.”
I walk out with a smile and an extra spring in my step, hand in hand with my boyfriend who can’t take his eyes off me as we walk down the windy street together, smiling over the promise of something new and lasting.
Something neither one of us expected.
Something right and true.
The love of a lifetime.
EPILOGUE
Theo
Five Years Later
My dick still only gets hard when I’m with July.
Some people might see it as a curse or an affliction, but me, personally?
I fucking love it. It gets her hot—and I’m all for anything that does that. I’m in heat the moment I see her. My security job takes me on small trips occasionally, if the businessmen we’re protecting need to travel. By the time I get home after a few days without my woman, I’m so stiff I’m stumbling like a drunk through the front door, shouting for that pussy. We’ve damn near worn a spot on the living room rug where I’ve torn into her after work trips.
Today is one of those days.
I’ve been gone for my longest trip yet. Five grueling days.
It’s the only downside to being promoted to head of security within the thriving company. I need to be present to survey event venues before high-profile guests arrive. Our clients are paying a premium and they want a supervisor running the show. That’s me. When I returned to the States, before I met July, I never could have imagined I’d have a lucrative career. One that is such an easy fit for me. Maybe I would have gone into the darkness and never come out, if it wasn’t for my wife.
In the back of the cab I took from the airport, I rub my chest. Something I found out over time is that, in addition to my physical demands for July—and July only—my heart starts to hurt the longer I’m away from her and the kids. Right now, it feels ruptured.
Judging I’m about five minutes from the house we bought in the Chicago suburbs, I take out my phone and open the app that allows me to see a live camera feed to various rooms of my house. I installed the system myself, because I wasn’t about to leave my family for days on end without being able to get eyes on them. Know they’re safe.