Page 105 of Hold Me Instead
“Fuck,” Zachary whispered, then pulled her up toward him. “Not tonight,” he groaned, as her hand continued to touch.
“Oh, not at all?” she asked, hand frozen in place.
“What? No this is good, just not—” He groaned, because she immediately resumed.
She straddled his leg, getting the chance to watch him overcome with pleasure.
“God, Charlie, I can feel how wet you are. So warm.”
She wiggled against his thigh, pleased at his groan, one hand on his shaft as the other teased his balls.
“Fuck. Charlie.”
His body tightened, and Charlie watched him cum, a pleasure she gave him that she wanted to repeat over and over again.
In many ways.
They cleaned up, and she settled into Zachary’s side, nestled against his chest. He tugged her leg over him and covered them with the blanket. His hand toyed with her hair while her thumb traced his warm skin.
“How are you?” he whispered.
She smiled against him. “Amazing,” she whispered back. He squeezed her, and she adjusted to look at him. “Happy. I might cry later, from relief? Right now, though, I am just so, so happy. Thank you,” she ended on another whisper.
He lifted his head and kissed her gently, his hand cupping her cheek. When she nestled back against him, he added one more kiss to her forehead.
She closed her eyes and sighed. “Let’s not move, ever.”
“Okay.”
“I’m glad we agree.” He chuckled adoringly.
They cuddled in comfortable silence, the minutes passing.
“So how was your Thanksgiving?”
He laughed. “What, are you hungry?”
“No. Hm, maybe. But you mentioned earlier everyone was getting a little restless.”
“Yeah, well.” His finger trailed her back. “Mom and Sandra both cooked enough to feed the neighborhood. They wanted to make the day special, since Dad was doing better…What?”
Charlie had popped her head up as he spoke. “Weird. Brooke was the same way. Cooked a shit ton of food. Definitely was using it as a distraction, we found out later.” She bit her lip. “She caught her husband with another woman.”
“Shit.”
“Yeah.” She put her head back down, her pointer finger learning his chest. She wiggled closer to him, his body comforting, until she felt him harden against her.
“Just ignore it,” he murmured.
She grinned, lifted her head to look at him again. Then kissed him lightly, over and over.
Chapter 30
Zachary
Zacharydroppedhisheadin his hands, paperwork spread across his father’s desk. He’d come in early Saturday morning to sort through it all, needing a space away from his dad, who’d been almost angry to share the documents. Zachary knew it was his dad’s pride getting in the way, but that didn’t soften the aggravation of him watching over Zachary’s shoulder.
No, best to take care of it away from his parents altogether. It felt risky bringing it all into the office, which was why he went in early, hoping for time alone before Charlie’s arrival. He’d been trying to find another solution somewhere, but even paying Mel’s accountant for a meeting came up empty. Nothing besides giving it to Zachary or finding a buyer looked promising.
