Page 161 of The Woman Left Behind

Fortunately, she loved it and egged him on, and he loved it and did the same.

But now, he was dripping with sweat.

He still didn’t move.

He simply held her, as she held him, another habit they’d formed after sex.

He understood why it happened.

They both knew when you found something special, you held on.

Unfortunately, they both had busy days, so they couldn’t do it forever.

“You good?” he whispered against her skin.

“Awesome,” she did not whisper.

He smiled, pulled her off his dick and held her as he set her on her feet, and he kept doing it until he knew she was steady.

She looked up at him and there was no drowsiness in her eyes.

They were sated, happy, bright and sexy with what they’d just shared.

And yeah.

He wanted to fuck her again.

Another yeah.

He found something really fucking special.

“I’ll get your coffee ready while you shower,” she said.

“You don’t have to make me coffee every day, honey,” he told her.

“I wouldn’t do it if I had to,” she replied.

With no reason to discuss it further, he gave her another smile, a kiss, then he moved away, pulling his joggers up over his dick (he’d only yanked them down in front in order to put on a condom and drill her—totally, they’d broken the seal).

They headed out.

She went to the kitchen.

He went to the bathroom.

Not long later, he came out carrying his boots but otherwise fully dressed, to see her, also fully dressed for their trip to Aromacobana, which would come after he made himself a smoothie or some oatmeal.

She was at the kitchen table with her laptop, a mug of coffee, and Lucy and Smokey crashed out around her chair. Linus was snoozing in his bed.

This was when Harry instigated another ritual they’d made.

He went right to her. She tipped her head back to get his touch on the lips.

He then went to the Nespresso to grab his readied mug.

He set his oatmeal up and put it in the microwave, then rested his hips against the counter and took a sip of coffee.

And since the weekend was now around the corner, he asked, “What does Halloween decorating mean to you?”

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