Pulling out, she almost fell off of the desk and I had to catch her. She was trembling in my arms and I asked her if everything was okay. I didn’t want to think that I’d hurt her, but obviously she had taken it hard. Her legs weren’t working and buckled underneath her. Was I that hard on her?
I set her down on the couch and asked her if she was okay. When she agreed that she was, but still a bit out of it, I decided that I knew one way to get her attention. All she had to do was see that I wasn’t giving up. That I wasn’t quite finished with her yet.
I opened her legs and licked on her heated core. It was red with friction and attention. I was trying to sooth her, but she was quickly jerking and jumping like she was attached to electricity. Before I could stop myself, I had her hips in my arms and I wasn’t letting her get away.
She struggled against me, desperate, saying that she wasn’t going to be able to come again. I wanted to show her that it wasn’t the case at all. I was going to make sure that she came repeatedly. I thought I was done with her, but once I got that taste in my mouth, I knew that it was one of those things that I was going to have to add to.
When it was all said and done, she was laid out on the couch, still naked, and now I got to sit at my desk and have the view that I wanted. I didn’t know how much she had come, but I finally reached her threshold, and I think she just fell asleep. She couldn’t take anymore and to me, that was the greatest compliment.
I didn’t know what I was going to do with her. She had gotten under my skin years ago and even now, a decade later, I couldn’t look at her without feeling like this was the one for me. That’s just what I felt. She was made for me, somehow, specially curated, and I wanted to never take her for granted. I didn’t want to.
There was a lot of complications that a woman would bring to my life. It had never seemed worth it before. I had thought about having a girlfriend, but those complications were always enough to steer me away from that. I didn’t want a girlfriend, if it was going to cut into my life and not be worth it. None of the women that I met, sadly, none of them were what I would consider worth it. I had no feelings for them, not like I had for Amber. For her, I was ready to move the stars and moon, if that meant that I could have her back in my life. I didn’t know how it was supposed to look, but damn if I was going to give her up.
18
Amber
After leaving Frank's office, I didn't think I'd ever felt that light before. It felt like everything was going in the right direction. It made me nervous in a way, because it was almost too perfect, and I was afraid that something was going to come along and change it.
Not only did he forgive me, but he was the type of person that wasn't even going to hold it against me. I knew that once I left his office, it would not even be an issue again. That's just how he was. It was one of the things that I liked best about him, especially now.
It left a lot for me to figure out, though. We were talking about going out for a date tomorrow and then maybe by the weekend, he wanted me to meet Caroline. It was a huge step, and I'm not going to say that we weren't ready for it, but I was a little more nervous than I think I was ready for. I wanted everything to turn out well, but the idea of him having a daughter and me being a part of both of their lives, was a lot for me to take in. A lot. Of course, I always thought about having children, but that was always way off in the future when I had my life straightened out, when I had my fashion house started and I was a household name. That was the only way I figured I was going to have children.
Him having Caroline was, of course, not a problem, really, but it did bring up a lot more questions. If we were going to try and work something out where we were together, I was going to need to make sure that this was what I really wanted. And then I needed to make the decision of where I was going to live. We couldn't be together if I was in the city or if I was in France. I didn't really know what to think or what to do. My body was still raging from our time together, and instead of thinking about any of it, I just went home and took a nap.
I woke up later to Gemma calling me. There was another crisis with one of the clients, and it was becoming clear that someone was going to have to handle things while I was away. Someone had to be there to react.
I just threw a question out, wondering how she was going to take it, and she did not take it well, at all. I was desperately trying to figure it all out, but I knew that I couldn’t be multiple places at once, which seemed like what I needed to be doing. No pressure. I just had to find a
