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He’d started with his hands. Massaging, pinching, and feathering touches everywhere from my breasts to my clit. I was a whimpering mess by the time he plunged those talented fingers inside and stroked until I came.

That had been number one.

Number two was a bit more intense. He rolled me onto my stomach and instructed me to grab the edge of the mattress.

“Don’t let go.”

“I won’t,” I panted, eyes closed, excited and strung out.

This time his massage was much more targeted. Hips, bottom, core. Long, deep strokes that forced my muscles to relax until I felt like liquid gold. He moved inward, massaging my clit and the outside of my sex. The movements were so pinpointed and deliberate I had no choice but to float away on a sea of pleasure.

And now we were on to Number Three. And three involved a lot more tongue. I heard—through the clouds in my head—a few exclamations of how good I tasted and something about being sweeter than he remembered.

As long as he was happy I really didn’t care what I tasted like.

Each time my inner muscles started to flutter he’d pull back and change things up—drawing out my orgasm until the point I thought my head might explode. Using my own wetness, he’d run those thick talented fingers along my folds, slowly tease my clit, and then run them back down again until he reached the entrance to my sex, where he’d slowly (so slowly) ease two sets of fingers inside until I was full and trembling for more.

The tips of my ears had started to burn and my legs hadn’t stopped shaking since he made his last pass around my clit. His fingers slid deep. Theo licked and lapped until I shattered into a million tiny pieces.

I felt that orgasm in my fingertips and for a moment I wondered if I could shoot lightning like a super hero. I came down slowly from that high and part of me wanted to curl right up and fall to sleep, but the other part of me? Oh, I’d been waiting for this. And I was not about to pass up the dessert course.

Theo rolled me back over to my stomach and pulled me to the edge of the mattress so that I hinged at the waist and could balance my toes on the carpet. “Are you tired?” His voice was a rasp of need.

“Not too tired.”

He brushed my hair and ran his fingers from my scalp to the ends several times before he arranged it over my left shoulder. Then he glided his fingers down my bare back. “In this position you don’t have to move unless you want to. You can relax into the mattress and let me do all the work, or you can do your thing.”

I nodded sleepily. “I want to feel you inside me, Theo. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

His cock had been hot and throbbing against my bottom while he spoke. My entire body tingled with anticipation at having it inside me. He ran the head of it up and down, slicking himself with my arousal, before gently pushing against my sex. He took his time lubricating himself, sliding deeper with each stroke, my body welcoming him inside until he slid home and locked our bodies together.

He planted his hands on the bed beside me and I cracked my eyes open just enough to take in the sight of his veins straining against his flexed muscles.

Unlike our rushed orgasm by the front door, Theo took his time…almost as if he were memorizing exactly how it felt to have his cock buried deep inside me. He carefully worked us right up to the brink of orgasm, which was why I was surprised when he suddenly pulled out and flipped me on my back as if I weighed nothing at all.

“I want to see you.”

I moved back a few inches on the bed as he crawled on above me, like a predator stalking his prey. Or a man coming to possess his woman. Either way, I really, really liked the way it made me feel—needed, powerful, and sexy. It also made me feel safe, cared for, and loved.

I was so wet that he easily slid home, both of us crying out as he stilled, dropping his head to my shoulder. I wrapped one hand around his straining bicep, and with the other I gripped his very fine ass, feeling it flex as he pounded into me over and over with an intense purpose. His thrusts weren’t the frantic kind, they were the deep thrusts of a man driven to reach as deep inside his lover as he possibly could.

And my body opened to him. Over and over until I was calling out his name.

“Oh god, Allison…” he moaned. “Oh fuck, I’ve missed you.” And then he plunged deep, stilling as his cock pulsed inside me, locking us together in one helluva homecoming.

Chapter 38

It had been six months since Theo came back into my life and all his legal entanglements were finally over—once and for all. And not just the criminal charges, the business ones too. Sutherland Industries was settled and the solution was exactly what everyone wanted. All three siblings sold off their shares and control of the company, officially washing their hands. The new company was even rebranding and changing the name.

And me? I applied for a permanent job with the London branch of HDM2. Luis was heading up a new urban redevelopment and preservation division. He hired me immediately to serve as his lead architect. My permanent move to London was now complete. I’d given up my temporary housing and moved into Theo’s gorgeous flat with him.

The only problem was that no one knew we were together. Oh sure, when we’d strolled through my offices the gossip had leaked, but that was all there ever was. We decided to keep things quiet until things settled down.

Which meant today was kind of massive.

Not only was I accepting an award for the work I did on Theo’s renovation, but it was our first public outing as a couple.

I was nervous as shit.