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“Ohh… Charles, it’s… oh… Yeess.”
“It’s okay, let it go, Saffron.”
Her moans grew higher in their pitch, as mine grew deeper.
“Come on me, Liv. Fucking come on my cock.”
She squeezed her hands on my chest, digging her fingers into my skin.
I was grateful that I was in great shape and could keep going until she screamed out her orgasm. “Yes, Charles, yeeesss.”
The satisfying sensation of her core muscles milking my cock made me roar out my own orgasm and empty my balls in the thin sheath of rubber that protected her womb.
Her arms were holding on to me tight and she had her face pressed against my neck. Inside I felt a sense of peace fill me from being accepted, desired, and appreciated by Liv. It was so powerful that I felt tears in my eyes, but I blinked them away before she noticed how making love to her made me emotional.
As our breathing calmed, Liv placed her head on my shoulder, while my arms clasped tight around her back.
“I think this is it,” she whispered.
“What is?”
“When you know you’ve found the one.”
It was like a magic trick. She pulled a single thread and just like that, the hundreds of bundled-up threads of confusing emotions untangled in my chest, leaving a freeing sense of complete order and clarity. “Liv…”
“Hmmm?”
“I think I love you.”
She lifted her head and looked into my eyes. “I think I love you too.”
CHAPTER 15
Moving In
Liv
“I’m happy you came.” I was circling my fingers on Charles’ chest as we lay cuddled up in the hotel bed.
“Do you mean in a sexual way or that I came to see you?”
I kissed his nipple. “I’m happy you came to see me. I was looking at tickets for Rome but I just couldn’t go yet.”
Charles pulled me closer and kissed the top of my head. “I’m glad I came too.”
“So, what happened? What did Conor tell you to make you freak out like that?”
“It’s not important.”
“To me it is. I don’t want him to fill your head with doubt again.”
“Conor wants what’s best for me. He worries about my issues being too much for you and what will happen if you break my heart. You have to understand that I was in a bad state when I met Conor.”
“Bad how?”
“My trust in people was low. I’m not a social person to begin with and I tend to misunderstand situations because of my Asperger’s. I say the wrong things and end up offending people without wanting to. I feel like everyone is staring at me and judging when I have my tics.” He paused and played with my hand. “I have few friends and every relationship I’ve ever had with women have been purely physical. And then there’s the massive amount of pressure that came with working for Solver Industries, where everyone compared me to my grandfather. I haven’t told you this but McCann was my mother’s maiden name. My real last name is Robertson and Charles Robertson Senior is my grandfather.”
“Okaaay.” Part of me wanted to reveal that I already knew that, but we had just overcome one crisis, and I didn’t want to rock the boat before I was a thousand percent certain that he knew how real my feelings for him were.
