Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
“I would’ve thought that you’d change the menu, after what happened,” Stevie admitted, her voice a whisper.
“No. Your menu was amazing. It was just what we needed, you were right, and I couldn’t—I couldn’t bring myself to change it once you left. I need you.” I took a deep breath. “The business isn’t the important thing.”
Stevie pulled back so that she could look at my face. “But Michael, you built that from the ground up. It, it is, your baby, your pride and joy, your… it was the one thing you wouldn’t let Virginia have in the divorce, how…”
“We can make a new restaurant,” I told her. “We can start over. It’s what people do. It’s what I wasn’t letting myself do. I was holding onto the past. I needed to move forward, and I want to, with you. You’re the important thing, Stevie. You. Not anything else. And I’m here to support you. Fuck the business. You’re what matters.”
Stevie looked at me like I’d told her I’d give her the world. “I…” She shook her head, as if she couldn’t even speak, and then before I could even process it was about to happen, she was getting up onto her tiptoes and kissing me.
For the first second, it was soft and sweet, but then—it felt like I was being shaken to my core, like a missing piece of me was slotting into place, and I pushed back against her mouth. And then it wasn’t sweet or soft at all. It was passionate, devouring, and I wanted to consume her and be consumed.
She still hadn’t confirmed for me who the father was, and maybe she never would. Maybe all that I had was my own conviction. But that didn’t matter. We were together again, and that was important. I would raise that child, and so it would be mine, in every way that really mattered. And Stevie would be mine, just as I was hers.
I couldn’t believe how badly I had missed her. It felt like I hadn’t even fully realized how much until now. Like now that I had her back, only then did my mind let me know how much pain I had truly been in. How much I had truly been missing out.
We practically tore each other’s clothes off. I think I ripped her shirt a little, but I didn’t care. Stevie seemed a bit… self-conscious about the changes to her body. I could see her hands moving to cover her fuller breasts, her softening stomach. I gently moved her hands away.
“God, you’re so sexy,” I breathed, and I meant it. She was absolutely gorgeous to me, and always would be.
Stevie blushed, smiling bashfully, and let me peel the rest of her clothes off of her. I was starving for her, a feast just for me, and I couldn’t wait to taste her again.
We stumbled back towards the bed, kissing the entire time, her hands roaming all over my body like she was trying to map me out. I shoved her playfully down onto her bed and she laughed, scooting back, her legs spreading so that I could crawl between them.
“I’ve missed him,” she whispered, like it was a secret. “I keep touching myself thinking about you. I told myself I would stop, but I keep dreaming about you at night, dreaming about you inside of me…”
That was like music to my ears. I kissed slowly up her thighs. “Same here, baby,” I assured her, stroking her.
I wanted to make her feel good. I wanted her to feel like she was still beautiful—like nothing could ever change that. I wanted to make the last horrible couple of months go away.
Stevie’s head fell back against the pillows as I slowly moved my mouth up her body to lick into her. She was panting, sounding already close, and I grinned against her slick, heated skin.
“You know, I touched myself thinking about you, too,” I assured her. “In the shower, in bed… I want you on every damn surface of my house.”
Stevie moaned a little as I said that—and then I set my mouth back on her and she gasped, clenching around me. I knew that everything I did with her was her first time, since she had been a virgin before me, but that didn’t meant that I was going to take it as an excuse to be lazy. I was going to make sure that it was the best damn thing, that it had her brains leaking out her ears.
She tasted just like I remembered, and she responded so beautifully to me as I worked her up higher and higher with my tongue. When at last I slid my fingers into her sweet cunt she sobbed. Her fingers dug into my hair, tugging, and I was smirking against her mouth before long.