Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 59265 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59265 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Only then did he slide inside me, dragging a moan from deep in my chest as he gasped at the tight clench of my walls around him.
I grabbed his hips, trying to force him to move when he stilled as he slammed deep.
“Owen, move,” I begged, shameless with my need for release.
“Not yet,” he said, his voice tight. “I need to get control over myself.”
“No, you don’t.”
He didn’t need more encouragement than that.
He yanked up my leg, hooking it around his waist, and then he was moving—hard, fast, deep, each thrust of his hips making my whole body jolt. But I just met his movements with my own, sinking down as he slammed deep, my sounds growing until I was shaking, moaning, coming around him.
But as I came down, it was clear Owen was not done with me, not yet.
Feeling the change in me, he grabbed my hips as he slid out of me, turning me, then pressing my upper body across the island, the cool surface making a shiver rack my overheated system. But there was barely time to process that as Owen moved in behind me and slammed deep inside me again.
He reached for my arms, spreading them out in front of me. “Grab the edge,” he demanded.
Then showed me exactly why he’d made that demand as he started to move. Not fast—slow, deliberate, hard, each thrust with enough force behind it to send me up over the island if he hadn’t told me to hold on.
It wasn’t long until I was pulsing and aching, my sounds graduating from moans to cries as the desire twisted so tight, I felt about to snap.
“There,” Owen groaned, voice deep. “That’s it. Come for me. I need to feel it.”
With that, I did, crying out over and over as the waves pulled me under again and again.
Owen cursed, working me through it, then slamming impossibly deep, his body jerking as he came.
I can’t say how long we stayed there after—me flat against the cold, hard stone surface, him behind me with one hand holding onto my shoulder.
But eventually, we both decided to move at once, him sliding away, and me pushing myself back up.
By the time I turned, Owen had his pants back in place and was holding out my shorts and panties with this devilish little look he’d totally earned.
“That was worth the wait,” he said as I pulled my clothes back on.
“Took the words right out of my mouth,” I said.
Then he was reaching for me, pulling me against him, and kissing me long and deep until, inevitably, Adelaide let out a wail from up in her nursery.
“She needs to nurse.”
He nodded at that. “How about you do that, then meet me back down here for a cup of coffee to end the night?”
“Decaf?”
“Decaf.”
“Looking forward to it,” I said before rushing up the stairs to grab my baby, taking her with me to the glider to nurse.
“I know it’s early,” I told Adelaide, my voice whisper-soft, “but I think he might be the one.”
Not the one I’d planned.
Not the one who checked all the boxes I used to think were so important.
Not the one I could have seen coming.
Yet, somehow, everything I could possibly need.
No, he didn’t wear a suit to a corner office every day. But he owned his own business. He was busy and successful by most metrics. Maybe not rich, but I had every faith that he could be much wealthier if that was what he wanted. But he didn’t aspire to that.
And to be honest, the more time I spent at home with my baby, and with my family when they came to visit, the more I was seeing that maybe I’d placed a little too much emphasis on my career.
Over the years, I’d been cognizant of the fact that I was missing out on family gatherings or nights out with my friends. I told myself that it was necessary for advancement, that it would all be worth it, that at some point, I would be in a place in my career that I would have abundant free time.
I never stopped to ask myself important questions. Like why I thought it was necessary to sacrifice the joy of the present moment for some unknown, not promised future.
It was funny how a baby could really ground you in the moment. There was no future when you were in the trenches of sleeplessness, feedings, changings, and just trying to get through the next few moments when you are so tired you can barely see straight.
I mean, I wasn’t saying I was suddenly going to give up my career or anything like that. But it was becoming much more important to me to protect my free time. No more late nights because a client was in a different timezone. No more working twice as hard as my peers just to get half the recognition they got.