Page 50 of Kiss Me Ever After
“When I said I wanted to finish uni, it’s because my parents thought I never would. For them, fashion and marketing are a mystery. Neither of them has a clue about it and don’t understand why I want to pursue a career in the industry. Dad wanted me to go into banking and investment like he did, and Mum didn’t really discourage that train of thought.” I took a gulp of the remains of my wine as I babbled on.
“I have no clue either. Unless it has something to do with Margot Robbie in an advert and then I’m willing to learn.” He smirked.
I kicked his ankle. “I’m trying to be serious here.”
Justin held up his hands. “Okay, okay. Go on.”
“I have three terms left and before the summer, was getting good grades. If I stick at it, I’ll get the marks I need to apply for as many internships as I want.”
“Right, I get it.” His expression didn’t give him away, but I sensed he still didn’t understand.
“It’s everything I’ve ever wanted to do as a career. It doesn’t mean I don’t want to be withyou.” I reached across the table and tilted his face towards me. “This summer has been incredible, and I really don’t want it to end. But we do need to find a way to make it work.”
“I was thinking I didn’t feature in the Next Adventures of Lennon Cole.” His hand slid over mine.
“Don’t be ridiculous. We’ve had enough adventures already; I know there’ll be many more.”
Suddenly, he drew back, all serious. “I’m glad you said that, because I’ve got something for you.”
I watched as he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small, thin box, wrapped in duck egg blue paper, with a silver ribbon around it.
Carefully, he pushed it towards me. “Open it.”
My heart thudded in my chest. I hadn’t expected Justin to buy me a present. I was all thumbs as I tried to pull the wrapping paper off without tearing it. Inside was a slim box, and I opened it to see a silver feather necklace nestled inside on a bed of similar blue tissue paper. It was delicate, exquisite, and absolutely perfect.
“Justin, it’s beautiful.” I let out a breath.
He watched me fumble with the chain as I tried to put it on. “Here, let me help.” His chair scraped against the floor and he came around behind me.
I lifted my hair away from my neck so he could fasten the clasp. His fingers were cool against my overheated skin as he did it up; the light touch on my nape bringing shivers to my spine. Before I let my hair fall, he bent down and brushed the sweet spot behind my ear with his lips. My eyes closed as my insides swirled with desire.
“I’m glad you like it,” he whispered in my ear.
“I more than like it, I love it,” I replied, relishing his closeness, feeling him smile against me. “I love…”
The waiter cleared his throat. Justin sprang away and returned to his side of the table. I noticed he adjusted himself as he sat down.
“Can I get you anything else? Coffee? A chaser?” The waiter looked between us. Even he could sense our need to get out of there.
“I’m good,” said Justin. “Lennon?”
“No, nothing else for me, I’m stuffed. It was all delicious.” I treated the waiter to a wide grin. “I think we’d like the bill, please.”
“Of course. I’m glad you enjoyed your meal.” He swept away and brought back the card machine almost immediately. Clearly, he sensed our need to get out of there.
Justin paid, and I left a tip. He pulled me close to him as we left the restaurant. “I need to get you back to our room asap, because otherwise I’m going to get into serious trouble for what I’m about to do to you.”
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Justin
We barely madeit through the door of our room before we started tearing at each other’s clothes. Despite our intense need for each other, I still made sure I had a condom. While Lennon was absolutely the one, right now there was no scope for accidents.
Lennon took the lead, moving so she was on top of me before lowering herself onto my cock. She controlled the rhythm with subtle movements, each one designed to give me maximum pleasure. I gripped the bedcovers, eyes screwed shut as the sensations ripped through me.
“Open your eyes,” Lennon whispered. “I’m close.”
Immediately my eyes flew open. Lennon leaned over, her lips inches from mine, face screwed up with exquisite pleasure.
