Perfectly Lonely - Jessica Marin Page 0,80

and pulling the barriers off, the need to be flesh on flesh too great. He has my senses on overload and all I can comprehend is my want of him inside me.

“I’m so sorry, Layla,” he groans in between his searing kisses. “I’m sorry for the pain I have put you through all these months. You were right that I needed time to myself. You were right and I was too stubborn to realize it because all I wanted was you.” He stops kissing me and touches his forehead to mine, giving us a chance to catch our breaths.

“That’s the past, Chase. All the matters is that you are here now.” I touch his face with my hands and make him look into my eyes. “I love you, Chase.” I bring his lips back to mine so I can show him how much I love him, not caring that I’m at work in a building filled with hundreds of people.

He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist, grinding myself on his erection as he walks us back to my desk. He sets me down, our mouths still fused together as our hands pushing items off the desk, not caring if anything breaks. He grabs my thong at the side of my hips and pulls it down over my legs. He starts playing with my clit with his finger, distracting me as I unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. I maneuver his pants down his hips and cup his dick, which springs to life from my touch.

“I’m sorry, Angel, but I just can’t wait anymore.” He lays me down, his Adonis like body hovering over me as he quickly thrusts inside of me. Our bodies shudder, our moans of satisfaction loud at the intensity of him finally being back inside of me. He starts to move faster, the desk moving to the rhythm of our bodies. But soon we can’t control the desk from sliding out from underneath me, so he carries me to the couch, never once pulling out of me. He slowly sits down in order to not hurt me and leans back against the couch, bringing me with him, causing him to be deeper inside of me. I move my hips back and forth against him, the sensations of me being on top of him too much to bear and I start to ride him. I ride him hard and fast, our greed to satiate each other overwhelming. With my orgasm ready to explode, I break our kiss to scream out my release as I continue to bounce on top of him, my walls squeezing as tightly as I can at the same time he yells out my name in his own release.

He crushes me to him, his arms locking around me as we pant out our breaths from our incredible high of love making. I wrap my arms around his neck, every limb of my body now wrapped around his and I inhale his scent that I have come to love.

The scent that I recognize as home.

“I’m never letting you go again, Angel,” he murmurs as we feel our hearts beating against each other’s chest.

“You will never have to, because I’m yours.” I promise and seal it with a kiss.

Epilogue

Layla

Three Months Later

I rub my feet against the soft grass as I look up at the sky to soak in the sunshine. It’s another beautiful day in Chicago, with no clouds in sight. I sigh in contentment, grateful that there’s no rain for today.

“Do you always order up beautiful weather for my visits, Charlie?” I ask his headstone as I sit for my annual visit on the anniversary of his death. It’s the first time I’ve spoken in the ten minutes since I’ve been here. I always just sit and observe the scenery first upon arrival. Normally my mood is bleak and depressed, but life has been wonderful these last three months with Chase by my side.

The House of Royalty is thriving under the ownership of Wilson Enterprises. With Chase’s marketing skills, we have become busier, hosting a record number of events. Due to our demand, we had to double our staff and made the necessary renovations needed to keep the club in the status of one of the most sought out venues in Chicago.

Working with Chase has been easy — getting to go home with Chase every night has been a dream. He makes me happier in ways I could never imagined