was meant to be.
“So how fast it goes is not important.”
Her eyes stayed on hers. “Yes—no, I don’t know. It’s confusing to feel so much. Normally I try not feeling at all.”
Simon reached down and slapped her ass. “That’s playing safe.”
“Safe is good.” So was the hand that remained on her butt. Mary wriggled in closer to him, leaving the solid mass of his dick pressing through his jeans.
“You’ll always be safe with me.”
In her heart she knew that. “You’re a lovely man.”
He shook his head and laughed. “I have been called many things but not that.
Thank you.” He dropped his other hand down to join the first on her ass, pulling her in closer as he did. “Wanna have sex with a rich man in his disgustingly expensive penthouse?”
“No, I want to have sex with you.”
“Is Mr. Mayhew in?” Sholto asked the receptionist over the phone.
“Who’s calling?” came the polite, well polished response.
“A friend.”
“I can’t say, sir, until you give me your name.”
Sholto expected nothing less than the snotty answer he got. Rich people paid well for their privacy.
“That’s okay, I know he has a lady with him.” At least he was fairly certain he and the Dalton woman were together.” Sholto couldn’t see the fascination. But if she had gotten to him, that worked in his favor. Having a pawn to play with was always good.
“Is that all, sir?”
“You’ve told me what I needed to know.” He ended the call. Sholto smiled to himself. Mayhew had a weakness. Mayhew was vulnerable. “Excellent. I’ll use her to stop him and get what I want.”
“Who is Sholto?” Mary asked as she curled her body into his.
Simon knew she was worn out from the driving thrust of his dick. When he made love, he did it was an intensity that bordered on desperation. He wanted to tie Mary to him however he could. Maybe it was silly to feel so desperate about one woman but ‘the one’ always did that to a man. Simon tangled his legs with Mary’s and hugged her close. He knew she would want to know. If Mary hadn’t asked he would have thought it odd. The problem was Simon didn’t want to think about Sholto and the fact evil had come so close to his woman. He pulled her in a little bit closer. “He’s just a man.”
“That you don’t like.”
“Yes.”
“And?”
“And he’s not after-sex conversation.” Simon leaned in and kissed her nose.
“Let’s talk about the wedding tomorrow.”
Mary snorted and slapped his chest playfully. “Oh yeah, that’s certainly something I want to think of now.”
“Not looking forward to it?” Simon had no siblings. It had just been him and his parents. They all kept in touch as families but none of them trespassed on their other’s lives.
“The wedding is going to be a pain in the ass.”
“You’re the black sheep of the family, huh?”
“Yep, me and Clare. Though she’s a lesbian, so in my mother’s eyes she’s technically going to hell first but in saying that, if Clare got married to even a woman she will redeem herself in our mother’s eyes.”
Simon laughed as he remembered the bustle of energy that was June Dalton.
“So the thing with your mother is it’s all about getting married regardless?
“Yes. It’s all about the ring on your finger which is funny because mother never married any of the fathers of her children.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, they all scarpered. ‘Can’t blame them really. She’d be hell for a man to live with.”
“Do you want to get married?” At that moment there was nothing more Simon wanted to do. He didn’t believe in long courtships and waiting periods. He knew that when something was right, there was no point wasting time on rituals that prolonged the inevitable. Mary’s eyes locked with his. Simon saw what he needed to. The lady felt the same as him, yet she was going to play it safe.
“I don’t think marriage is a cure all for everything.”
He smiled. It wasn’t a
“So how fast it goes is not important.”
Her eyes stayed on hers. “Yes—no, I don’t know. It’s confusing to feel so much. Normally I try not feeling at all.”
Simon reached down and slapped her ass. “That’s playing safe.”
“Safe is good.” So was the hand that remained on her butt. Mary wriggled in closer to him, leaving the solid mass of his dick pressing through his jeans.
“You’ll always be safe with me.”
In her heart she knew that. “You’re a lovely man.”
He shook his head and laughed. “I have been called many things but not that.
Thank you.” He dropped his other hand down to join the first on her ass, pulling her in closer as he did. “Wanna have sex with a rich man in his disgustingly expensive penthouse?”
“No, I want to have sex with you.”
“Is Mr. Mayhew in?” Sholto asked the receptionist over the phone.
“Who’s calling?” came the polite, well polished response.
“A friend.”
“I can’t say, sir, until you give me your name.”
Sholto expected nothing less than the snotty answer he got. Rich people paid well for their privacy.
“That’s okay, I know he has a lady with him.” At least he was fairly certain he and the Dalton woman were together.” Sholto couldn’t see the fascination. But if she had gotten to him, that worked in his favor. Having a pawn to play with was always good.
“Is that all, sir?”
“You’ve told me what I needed to know.” He ended the call. Sholto smiled to himself. Mayhew had a weakness. Mayhew was vulnerable. “Excellent. I’ll use her to stop him and get what I want.”
“Who is Sholto?” Mary asked as she curled her body into his.
Simon knew she was worn out from the driving thrust of his dick. When he made love, he did it was an intensity that bordered on desperation. He wanted to tie Mary to him however he could. Maybe it was silly to feel so desperate about one woman but ‘the one’ always did that to a man. Simon tangled his legs with Mary’s and hugged her close. He knew she would want to know. If Mary hadn’t asked he would have thought it odd. The problem was Simon didn’t want to think about Sholto and the fact evil had come so close to his woman. He pulled her in a little bit closer. “He’s just a man.”
“That you don’t like.”
“Yes.”
“And?”
“And he’s not after-sex conversation.” Simon leaned in and kissed her nose.
“Let’s talk about the wedding tomorrow.”
Mary snorted and slapped his chest playfully. “Oh yeah, that’s certainly something I want to think of now.”
“Not looking forward to it?” Simon had no siblings. It had just been him and his parents. They all kept in touch as families but none of them trespassed on their other’s lives.
“The wedding is going to be a pain in the ass.”
“You’re the black sheep of the family, huh?”
“Yep, me and Clare. Though she’s a lesbian, so in my mother’s eyes she’s technically going to hell first but in saying that, if Clare got married to even a woman she will redeem herself in our mother’s eyes.”
Simon laughed as he remembered the bustle of energy that was June Dalton.
“So the thing with your mother is it’s all about getting married regardless?
“Yes. It’s all about the ring on your finger which is funny because mother never married any of the fathers of her children.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, they all scarpered. ‘Can’t blame them really. She’d be hell for a man to live with.”
“Do you want to get married?” At that moment there was nothing more Simon wanted to do. He didn’t believe in long courtships and waiting periods. He knew that when something was right, there was no point wasting time on rituals that prolonged the inevitable. Mary’s eyes locked with his. Simon saw what he needed to. The lady felt the same as him, yet she was going to play it safe.
“I don’t think marriage is a cure all for everything.”
He smiled. It wasn’t a
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