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Annie walks up to me and gives me the customary kiss goodnight on the forehead before she leaves for the night.

“It’s good to have you back home my boy.” She smiles. “Take care of that girl, she’s very special.”

I nod and pull her in for a hug. “I know.”

I walk her out, and when I come back, Sophie is standing on the balcony overlooking the city lights drifting on the water. I take a second to imprint yet another perfect memory. She turns around as I stand behind her with my arms wrapped around that perfect body. “Josh, this is amazing, everything is just…”

“Perfect, like you.” I dip my head down and nibble on her neck. The smell of her has an instant effect on my cock. I want her. I couldn’t get enough of her. She ‘s like a little ray of sunshine in his house that holds so much darkness.

She lets out a soft moan as I run my fingers over her shirt, feeling her nipples pebbling against the thin material. “I need you, baby.”

She gasps as my hands slip down between her thighs, cupping her cheeks. I can feel the lacy edge of her panties covering her tight pussy. My cock is pulsing as my middle fingers slip in underneath her panties and stroke her small triangle. “Fuck, you’re so wet baby.”

“You, in my bed, now!” I lift her up and carry her upstairs, with her arms locked around my neck. I can see she’s burning for me. My room is on the other side of the house, away from prying eyes and ears. This is my sanctuary, where no woman has been before.

I carry her to the middle of the room and lower her to her feet. My hands skim down the sides of her body, pushing my fingers underneath her dress, up along her thighs to that tiny strip of moist fabric between her legs. My fingers pry the moist strip to the side and delve into her wet silkiness. Her teeth sink into the side of my lip as my fingers push into her sleek tight heat. She stands on her tippy toes, her one hand on mine as I slip another finger into her, teasing that hard little knob. She lets out a high mew, as my middle finger strokes her clit. Her nails dig into the side of my arm as my fingers move faster and deeper, pushing her over the edge as she comes for me.

“That was the appetizer baby, get ready for the main course.”

She slips her dress over her head, and she turns around facing me in her white lace bra and panties. Her eyes are hazy with desire.

“Me first.” She licks her lips as her hands move to the front of my pants, undoing them then going down on her knees in front of me as she pushes them down to the floor. My balls clench as she moves her pouty lips against my pulsing cock, slowly moving her hand up and down my shaft. My hands move to her head, barely touching her hair that flows over her breasts like a golden river.

“Sweet Jesus, baby you’re killing me.”

She smiles at me as she wets her lips then grips the base of my shaft, and closes her mouth over my sensitive tip, wrapping her tongue around me, taking a bit more of me into her mouth. I have to restrain myself from easing more of me into her. Her hands move to my balls, softly kneading each one in her fingers as her tongue flicks the tip, then circling it again before taking a bit more. Raw animalistic urges flow though my veins and I thrust deeper into her mouth.

“Fuck, I’m sorry babe, are you okay?” She looks up at me with slightly watery eyes as my cock slips out of her mouth.

“You don’t have to treat me like I’m going to break Josh, I want you to fuck me,” she says under heaving breath, licking her lips.

“You have no idea how fucking turned on I am right now baby, come here.” I lift her up against my chest, and she wraps her legs around my waist.

Her back is against the wall next to the bed in a fucking nanosecond. I reach into the drawers next to us, and grab a condom, but she takes it from me, “Let me.”

I lower her to her feet and watch as she carefully rolls it over my pulsing cock, but that is about as much as I can take. I need to get inside of that sweet tight pussy, now. I lift her up against the wall, her legs wrapped around me, and then push the moist piece of material to the side, sliding into her. Her fingers fist in my hair at the first thrust, taking it slow tonight is not a fucking option. Tonight I want to fuck away every single nightmare I’ve been drowning in and replace it with memories of us.

This is all mine, every inch of her. I hold her up with her back against the wall, banging into her until she cries out for more. I carry her over to the bed, panting, mouth open. Her boobs spring free as I unclasp the bra in the front, then take the side of the mangled lace panty and rip it off.

“Spread your legs baby, I want to eat that sweet pussy of mine.”

She lets out a cute laugh then turns around, ass in the air, resting on her elbows. Sweet Jesus this view is enough to make me blow. I get down on my knees behind her with my hands on her hips. Her pussy is wet with her come, the delicate pink folds thick and fucked, just the way I liked them. My tongue breaches her, sucking that sweet honey from her pulling every ragged breath from her lips.

She looks back at me fisting the sheets as I run the tip of my pulsing cock over her wet clit. She pushes back, but I pull away, teasing her more, until she lifts her upper body from the bed, but I place my one hand over those sexy dimples by her lower back and hold her in place.

I take my cock in hand and lean over her, teasing her one more time with the tip slipping past her wet entrance, then I slam into her, with one go. She cries out as I pull back all the way, then thrusts in again, harder, until my balls slap against her with every push.

She pants, clawing the sheets, lips trembling and her body glistening with sweat. My balls ache and my toes curl as little sparks shoot through my cock then the release, which come in staggered pulses until I’m drained. I lean over and kiss her on her back, from the scars on her shoulder to the dimples on her lower back. I can feel her still clenching her tight muscles around my cock.

She lets out a small moan as I pull out of her slowly, discarding the condom in the bin next to the bed. She turns around and looks at me, face flushed, lips bruised and eyes hazy.

“Why do you always kiss me there?”

I sit down beside her, letting my fingers caress her lower back. “Because I want you to know that every part of you is beautiful to me, and that your scars are mine”

She slips her small hand into mine and kisses it. “I love you, Josh.”

My heart breaks open as I look into those forgiving eyes. I open my mouth to say the words she longs to hear…but I choke up. She looks at me with puckered brows, the disappointment is clear in her eyes as I pull her up against my chest and wipe the hair from her face “You are mine, and I’m never letting you go.”

Chapter 31

When I open my eyes, I am alone in the most beautiful room, sleek and modern in design, overlooking Seattle’s city lights, the lake, with a beautiful view of Mount Rainier. The huge king-size bed is against the farthest wall with a balcony on one side. The room is bare white with high gloss wooden floors and an enormous flat screen and impressive fireplace with a thick black rug in front of it.

My hands trace over the liquid black satin sheets, and flashes of last night send my heart racing. My limbs ache as I turn on my back. I feel stretched, sore and delicious. Never before, have I felt more alive, more needed, more loved, than when I was in his arms.

The way he looked at me with those silver black-rimmed eyes was as if he could see beneath the surface of my skin, beneath the scars, into my heart, and for a breath of a moment, into my soul.

The ache, which started the moment his lips left mine, is still burning inside of me. I feel like I am caught in the middle of a maelstrom, holding out for his touch, drowning in myself.

They say everything happens for a reason, and lately I’ve been thinking about where I would have been if I slept with Matt that night, if the call never came, and I was still the old me, I wouldn’t have any of this.

My life has taken a 180-degree turn since I met Josh, and it doesn’t matter that I am not perfect, he loves me just the way I am, flawed and broken, just like him. I look up at my own reflection staring back at me from a large mirror right above the bed. Josh’s voice pulls me out of my daydream as he stands in the door looking like a male model.

“Good morning, beautiful.” His voice penetrates all of my senses, and my inner goddess glows.

“Hi.” I gasp a little as my eyes trace over his chiseled body. He is wearing nothing but a white towel draped over his one shoulder, a naughty grin, and a very impressive erection.

His eyes catch mine, and a wicked grin brushes his lips. “What are you thinking about?”

My whole body starts to tingle as he walks over to the bed. He kneels over me and puts his hands in mine and pins me down. I try to keep my eyes from the jewels hanging between his legs. God, he is already hard.

“How unbelievable all of this is.” My body wriggles underneath the sheets, aching for him. My breath catches in my throat as he pulls back the covers with a naughty grin on his face.

“This is real baby, all of it.” His fingers brush along the length of my trembling body.

I gulp, trying to keep my thoughts together. “Where did you go?”

My hands grip the sheet as his lips graze against the swell of my breast. He opens his mouth and licks my nipple looking at me with those silver eyes that turn my whole world upside down. He hovers over me, resting on his elbows.

I can feel his erection growing, pushing against the inside of my thigh. His eyes pin me down. His one hand slides down to my hip then clenches my ass before moving between my legs.

“I had to work off some of my built-up frustrations in the gym downstairs.” I gasp as he traces his finger up my inner thigh.

He brings his hand back up to his mouth and licks his finger, then moves back to my aching spot. I am wet enough, but watching him lick his fingers before pushing them inside of me is one hell of a turn-on.

This man has it all, and now he has me. It isn’t just lust, or sex, well, that is mind-blowing, it is the depth at which we love, the invisible string connecting our souls. It is the pain and the scars.

“Uhm…‌why…‌do you feel frustrated?” Oh God, it’s nearly impossible to form a normal sentence as pushes in and out of me slowly.

“Because I can’t get enough of this,” he lets out a low groan as he slips his fingers out and opens me up. He reaches over to the bedside table and grabs a condom, roll it on then leans in between my legs, letting the tip of his hard, glistening head push against my wet opening. My mouth falls open as he slips inside, stretching me, sore and aching, until he fills me up with all of him. I try to keep my eyes open, but it is no use, I am being cocooned by that warm rush of possession radiating from him onto every part of me.

No words, only sounds, come from my mouth as I watch him fuck me in our reflection above. His body is like a muscle machine, hard and glistening, as he thrusts into me.

“Mine,” he says in that low husky whisper as he pulls out, not all the way, just enough to leave me hanging on the edge of an orgasm.

“Say you’re mine.” He push in deeper. His eyes are dark with a deep slit between them, as he pounds into me, owning me with every thrust.

“I’m…‌yours,” the words come out under a rush of breath as he pins my hands above my head.

“Mine,” he says it again, this time harder, pounding deeper. He pulls me up against him, our eyes locked on each other, arms laced around his neck, he makes love to me until the blurred lines fade and we become one, in body, mind, and soul.

After a sexless shower, he gets dressed quickly keeping an eye on his phone.

“I have a surprise for you.” He says hugging me from behind.

I hate surprises. “Oh.”

He stands behind me in front of the mirror. “Get dressed and come downstairs.”

I agree and clench the robe around my moist body.

He leaves the room and when the door closes behind him I rush over to the bedside table to grab my phone. Alice picks up on the first ring. “What are you doing?”

“What?” her voice is thick with sleep.

“Were you sleeping?

“Why, what’s wrong?” she says groggily.

I flip open the overnight bag and pull a pair of jeans and a sweater from it. “Nothing, I just wanted to talk.”

“Oh, okay, go ahead, how many orgasms did he suck from your body last night.”

“Oh my God, it was amazing, I mean, even better than any other time before. And guess what.”

“What?” she pretends to be excited.

“I told him I love him.” hearing the words come from my lips almost leaves me breathless.

“Whoopi!”

“Okay, you’re being a bitch. I’ll talk to you later. Have you heard from Ben?”

“No, I haven’t. I’ll call you when I’m up.”

I throw the phone on the bed and do a little silly dance. I feel as if I can open the sliding doors and yell from the balcony for everyone to hear. I love Josh Roxwell.

After I get dressed and put on a smidge of make up, I make my way downstairs. The smell of bacon drifts from the kitchen and my stomach reminds me I’ve been having more sex than food.

Annie is in the kitchen and looks up when I walk in. “Good morning Miss Sophie, did you sleep well?”

My face flushes, “Yes, thank you, Annie.”

I look up and see Josh watching me from the porch. He comes back inside and meets me halfway across the lounge, his lip curled in a wicked grin, and I melt a little bit. “You can be glad we’re not alone, baby doll, or I would have taken you right here on this couch.”

I tremble as he slides his hand up my back and presses a kiss to my forehead. God, he smells so good.

“Ready for your surprise?”

His hand slips into mine, and we walk out onto the patio.

“Ben!” before I know what I’m doing I am in his arms, and he swings me around once before putting me back down on my feet.

“Oh my God, when did you get here?” I am bubbling over with joy.

He looks up at Josh who stands behind me where I left him. “This morning. Josh picked me up from the airport.”

I looked back at Josh, “He did?”