Page 21 of Meant To Be

I’m out of the door and heading for the salon, praying this day goes by fast and that we stay busy. I stop on the way and grab myself an iced tea and a donut and continue on my journey.

When I make it to the salon, it’s in full swing already. My hours usually have me closing, but next week it will have me opening. I can honestly say I’d rather open than close. I like being at home and having enough time to unwind before passing out from exhaustion.

I go back to the breakroom and stow away my purse, and head out to find Melinda. She’s working on Mrs. Maisy, a regular of hers that comes in twice a week to have her hair washed and set.

“Hi, Melinda, Mrs. Maisy. Can I get you anything?” I ask them.

“No, Dearie, we’re fine,” Mrs. Maisy replies.

I help hand Melinda things here and there until Mrs. Maisy is all set up to go under the hair dryer, and she brings her next client back.

We get busy working on a balayage, one where there’s several different foils and you look like you’re from outer space. Honestly, it may look silly during the process, but it will come out looking amazing.

While Melinda works on her client, she allows me to finish working on Mrs. Maisy and we continue on with our day. I’m lost in sweeping up our work area when a hush settles over the salon. I look up to see what has everyone stunningly quiet when I see Liam. He’s in a black shirt, a pair of black cargo pants, and black boots. What really has me smiling and running towards him is the welcome smile he reserves for me.

“Oh my gosh, you’re here. You’re really here!” I wrap my body around him as he picks me up, and I’m clinging to him like an octopus. It’s completely inappropriate at my job, but Melinda knew that Liam was leaving and how hard it was going to be on me. She’s really become an amazing friend as well as a boss.

“I’m here, Baby, and I’m not leaving again,” he rumbles into my ear. We stand there, me in his arms, and him hugging me as if he never wants me to leave them.

“Melinda, you mind if I take her home early today?” he asks.

“Not at all, Sugar. Enjoy your weekend,” she says saucily.

“I need to get my bag and then we can go,” I tell Liam as I slowly lower myself from his body.

“Go grab it. I had a buddy drop me off here. Left my bag by your car,” Liam tells me with a grin on his face.

I go and grab my stuff as fast as I can. I don’t want to waste a minute if I don’t have to.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Liam

I drive us home, my hand in Everly’s the whole way. I can’t wait to take a shower and have her in my arms all night. One week is enough to make me realize I won’t ever be the traveling type of man. I’m not sure how other men do it, but it’s not for me.

I whisk Everly inside dropping my bag off in the laundry room and head straight for our bathroom. I want out of these clothes and inside my woman as fast as possible.

“What’s the rush?” she throws out saucily as if she doesn’t already know.

“I want you in the shower with me and nothing between our bodies. It’s been a week since I’ve had you and that’s a week too long,” I tell her with all the honesty I have in my body.

I strip out of my clothes faster than she does so I take over for her. Starting with her top. I pull her shirt up and over her head and my eyes land on her chest. She’s wearing a black lace bra and the cups are so full they’re almost spilling over. My hands incase them, and I can feel her nipples pebble in my hands.

“Liam,” she moans. It’s enough to spur me into further action. I unclasp her bra and watch as her tits bounce.

“Damn it, Baby. You take my breath away,” I tell her as my mouth sucks one of her nipples in and my hand plays with her other nipple, pulling and plucking at it.

She goes to unzip her pants, and I knock her hand out of the way. I’m feeling greedy and want to undress her myself.

“I’m going to take care of you tonight, Everly. I’m going to show you just how much I missed you,” I murmur.

I lower myself to my knees before her and finish unzipping her jeans, bringing them down her body. What she has underneath those jeans, it’s enough to make me whimper in need. Her panties are all lace, and I can see how bare and wet she is. Once her jeans are off, I don’t waste my time. I lick her through the lace wanting to take her to the edge as soon as I possibly can.

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