Page 160 of The Woman Left Behind

“Dad as well as Josh being around more often, I love it too.”

“So, a good day,” I noted, though it was a question.

“Sean found some evidence that’s leading us further down the path of finding some answers on the Ballard case. I’m not surprised at the answer we’re getting, even if it sucks. So yeah, a good day.”

I knew he couldn’t tell me why it sucked, but I loved he could talk to me in the way he could about his work, and he did.

And I really loved both of us having a good day.

Just to say, I loved practically everything, if it had to do with Harry.

I told him about my day. “I had an author reach out to me. I’m a fan of hers. She wants me to proof for her. She publishes four books a year. I have the time, and it’ll be a nice bump in income.”

“Awesome, honey,” he said through a small smile.

“Totally,” I agreed.

We lapsed into chatting about our days, about Harry’s father’s and brother’s plans to update and redecorate the house. I nearly accosted him when I caught the warmth in his eyes after I told him I spent half an hour with the dogs throwing tennis balls in the backyard. And I almost did it again when I asked him if he’d help me decorate for Halloween that weekend (no surprise, he said yes).

Harry made me remain in bed when he took the plates back to the kitchen. I refilled the glasses while he was gone (and yes, my drapes and blinds were open at the front, so Harry put on his trousers, though he did it commando…yum).

But we didn’t drink the recharged champagne (at first), because Harry had other things on his mind when he returned.

Or one thing. Singular.

Me.

He did as he said he would, and our second time was slower. I got to get him in my mouth. He went down on me again. He took his time taking me there, and naturally, for me to take him to the same place.

But once we got there, it was no less spectacular.

We finished the night sipping champagne and whispering to each other.

I didn’t like waste, but we didn’t finish the bottle, because good nibbles, champagne, two orgasms, and all that was Harry, I got drowsy.

Harry blew out the candles, cuddled me close, and within minutes, I was dead asleep.

And all night long, in Harry’s arms, I slept like a baby.

THIRTY-EIGHT

The Dogs Are Settled

Harry

Lillian had already found hers.

In fact, her sleek, tight cunt rippling around his dick with her orgasm milked his to fruition, he buried himself deep, shot into the condom and groaned into her neck.

She clutched him tight with her arms and legs, considering he was fucking her against the wall of her bedroom, sweaty from the sex and the run from which he’d just returned.

So the seal being broken meant he couldn’t even look into her cute drowsy eyes and take in her mass of messy bedhead hair and not fuck her against the wall.

Jesus.

In fact, the last three days had been a fuck fest.

Mornings, either when he woke, or she woke, or this time after he got back from his run. Evenings, she jumped him the minute he walked through the door. Always again before sleep. And once, she’d woken him up in the middle of the night with her hands moving on him.

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