remind myself.
Fucking slow down. This is sweet, Abby.
She’s inexperienced, that’s what I gather from her request about going slow. Even if every nerve in my body is screaming to get her naked and, on her back, I must pace myself on how we take things to the next level.
I suck on her bottom lip hard before pulling myself away from her. It’s so fucking difficult to take it slowly. Maybe it’s the hardest challenge I’ve come across in a long time. I want to spend an eternity tasting her lips and loving her as she comes undone in my arms.
She gasps for air, her eyes shining with lust. My dick gets harder as she licks her full lips and stares at my crotch. Down boy. I take a deep breath, staring at the ceiling for a few beats.
“That was impressive,” she says with a throaty voice. “You’re a good kisser, Ahern. I might want you to show me your skills more often.”
“At your service, my lady.” I wink at her.
She smiles, her eyes brighten, and my heart beats fast. I brush some strands of hair away from her face and kiss the tip of her nose. It’s clear that she’s doing better. Her eyes look rested; her shoulders aren’t stiff. It’s been a good day so far. After she ate her sandwich, we swam a few laps in the pool and went out for a walk with Terry. Abby took a second nap while I worked for a couple of hours. When she woke up, she prepared a pitcher of blackberry mint daiquiris and a platter of strawberries.
“Tahoe agrees with you,” I say, staring into her beautiful eyes.
“We should live here,” she suggests, batting her eyelashes.
She says it lightly, but I can tell there’s some truth behind her request. This is her favorite spot in the entire world.
“If we did, what would we do for a living?”
“Anything. The sky is the limit.” She tilts her head slightly toward the horizon. “You could develop games, and I’ll be your bookkeeper. We can work here by the dock, or even here on the terrace. Wear shorts, eat strawberries all day, and drink daiquiris too. Even adopt a dog.”
“It gets cold during winter,” I remind her.
“You’re no fun, Ahern.” She scrunches her nose at my computer. “Are you done for the day?”
I nod but go back to my computer to check my email one last time. I print the reports I received from the Ava Stanley deal and close my laptop.
“My guy came through. I have the information you asked for,” I announce.
She tilts her head, sucking on her lower lip. “I didn’t know you had a guy.” She wiggles her eyebrows. “Is he cute?”
“How much have you drank, Abbs?”
“I’m tipsy.” She shrugs. “What are you talking about?”
“The police reports. Do you want to read them?”
“Nah, I’m not drunk enough to read his lies or take a walk down memory lane,” she says and gasps, clamping her lips shut.
The comment makes my fingers itch. I want to grab the report and read it from beginning to end until I can piece together the puzzle that is Abigail’s past.
“We should take a break from all that,” she says, absently.
Her forehead wrinkles and she grabs her quartz bracelet. “What are we doing tonight?”
“It’s date night. Go out for dinner and come back to watch a movie, like we do every Friday,” I tell her, taking her hand and leading her toward the office that’s next to the master bedroom.
“Hmm.” She snatches her hand away from my grip and eyes me suspiciously. “We’re not counting all those years as dating, Ahern. You’re not telling our grandchildren that we’ve been together since my sophomore year of college.”
The straps of her flouncy top fall off her shoulders, distracting me from her comment. Our grandchildren. I can only focus on the fabric that barely covers the areolas of her plump breasts. My dick hardens with the thought of sucking the tips of those beautiful tits. Fuck. My pants shrink as my cock thickens pressing against the zipper.
“Are you okay, Ahern?”
“Never been better,” I say, fixing her top. “Why don’t you get ready?”
“We could stay home and eat on the terrace.”
Though I love the idea of staying home, I’d rather not be anywhere near a bed with this beauty. My self-control is running thin.
“Be ready in an hour, Lyons,” I say, picking up the documents from the printer and then heading to my bedroom.
“Bossy!” she yells. She then walks away.
“You