Chapter 31
Chapter Thirty-One
Henry
I sat there and watched as her naked body walked down the steps and into the pool. Instantly, my cock grew at the speed of light. Was she suggesting—she had to be, or else she wouldn’t have done it?
“Are you coming in, or will you just sit there and watch me?” The corners of her mouth curved up into a sinfully sexy smile.
Jumping up from the lounge chair, I quickly stripped out of my clothes and swam over to her in the middle of the pool. I placed my hands on her hips as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked.
“Would I be naked in this pool if I wasn’t? You’ve been a perfect gentleman since I got here, and now it’s time for you to be a bad boy.” She bit down on her bottom lip.
A growl rumbled within my chest as our lips met with force, and my hand traveled to her breast. I’d been waiting for this moment for what seemed like an eternity, and now I’d be able to feel her again. Her hand stroked my cock under the water, making it harder than it already was. The throbbing sensation was killing me as she wrapped her legs around my waist.
“I’m not sure how this is going to work.” She laughed.
“Maybe we can have a little fun first and then continue somewhere else,” I spoke as she read my lips.
“Good idea.” Our lips met for a passionate kiss.
Once we’d had enough and were eager to get on with it, I took her out of the pool and set her down. Reaching around the back of the lounge chair, I lowered it until it was lying flat. She surprised me when she pushed me back onto the chair and straddled me, lowering herself onto my hard cock. We both let out gasps of pleasure as my hands firmly gripped her breasts. She rode me with a rolling and steady movement while her hands stayed firmly on my chest. Bringing my fingers up to her lips, she took them in her mouth and seductively sucked them, causing my cock to spasm with delight. Pulling my fingers from her, I slid them around her hardened peaks before they reached her clit and softly caressed it. Both our moans heightened as she moved back and forth. She picked up the pace and let out a gratifying sound as she was about to come. Gripping her hips, I held them down as I exploded inside her, making sure she got every drop I had in me. Leaning over, her lips met mine for a passionate kiss before she climbed off.
I took the towel that was lying there and wrapped her up in it. Grabbing one for me, I secured it around my waist, sat down, and brought her on my lap, where I held her tight. Neither one of us said a word. We just sat there and enjoyed each other's comfort.
She lifted her head from my chest and looked at me.
“We should get inside. I’m really tired.”
“Me too, beautiful.”
She climbed off me, and we went inside. As she was walking up the stairs, she stopped and turned to me.
“I suppose you can sleep in my bed.”
“Is that so?” I signed as I chased her up the stairs and into the bedroom.
Ellie
It was our last day in Malibu before we had to head home. Henry and I spent the day on a boat he had rented catered with food. We had cocktail shrimp, different kinds of sandwiches, a cheese platter, a fruit platter, chips, chocolate-covered strawberries, water, pop, and most importantly, a bottle of fine champagne. It wasn’t a yacht as he chartered in the Hamptons, but it was beautiful and perfect.
“I love you, Ellie Scott,” he signed.
“I love you too, Henry Walker,” I signed back. “How will your family react when you get back and tell them about us?”
“I’m not going to lie. They won’t be happy, and there’s a possibility I’ll get kicked out of the company. But I don’t care because I would give everything up just to be with you. Nobody else in my life matters but you.”
“I don’t want anything like that to happen.”
“If it does, I have a plan. I’ve already prepared for this, and there’s nothing for you to worry about.” He kissed my forehead.
“I’m going to miss it here,” I said.
“You don’t have to,” he signed.
“What do you mean?”
“I bought the house, Ellie.”
“You what? You bought the house?” I signed as I spoke in shock.
“I did, and I wanted to surprise you. I figured we’d come back every other month and spend a week or two. We both can work from here.”
“When did you buy it?”
“A couple of days ago,” he signed.
“I didn’t know it was for sale.”
“Anything’s for sale for the right price.” He smirked.
“But you don’t know what your future at the company holds, Henry?”
“It doesn’t matter. I’m a businessman, and I know what I’m doing. Trust me.”
“I trust you.” I grinned as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my lips against his.
We arrived back in New York, and Christian was waiting for us in baggage claim.
“I was excited to get your call, Henry.” He gave him a hug. “It’s wonderful to see you, Ellie. How was Malibu?”
“Thanks, Christian. It’s good to see you too. It was perfection.” I grinned.
While we sat in the back of the limo, I tightly held Henry’s hand. He was dropping me off at my apartment so I could visit with my mom while he went home.
“I’ll be back over later,” he signed after setting my suitcase inside my apartment. “I love you, and I’ll miss you.”
“I love you too. We can cuddle later and watch a movie.” I smiled.
“Among other things,” he signed as he gave me a wink and walked out the door.
I texted my mom when we landed, and I promised her I would come over when I got home. Setting my suitcase on the bed, I unzipped it, took out the gift I bought her, and went down to her apartment.
“AH! It’s good to see you, sweetheart.” She hugged me before I could even get through the door.
“It’s good to see you too, Mom.”
Stepping inside, I handed her the bag with the gift and took a deep breath. I knew the questions about the so-called art dealer would be coming any minute.
“Thank you, baby. So, tell me all about this art dealer guy. What’s he buying and for where?”
“Can you make me a cup of tea?” I asked.
“Of course. You talk while I listen.
My belly was a nervous wreck because I wasn’t sure how she was going to react.
“There’s something I have to tell you,” I spoke.
She turned around and looked at me with a worried expression.
“What is it?” she signed.
“There was no art dealer. It was a plan Henry orchestrated to get me out there so we could talk.”
“WHAT!” she signed with an angry look on her face.
“Mom, calm down. I’m happy he did it because I love him, and he loves me, and we put everything behind us. We talked the entire week, and I’ve never been happier.”
She stood there as a look of disapproval crossed her face.
“What about Frankie?”
“His role was just to get me there. Once he did, he left. Henry and I spent the entire week alone and got to know each other on a deeper level. I love him, Mom, and I won’t allow you to stand there and be mad at me or at him.”
She placed her hands on the counter and lowered her head.
“Everyone makes mistakes, mom.”
“Just a couple of weeks ago, you hated him,” she signed. “And now he sweeps you off your feet by bringing you to Malibu and treating you like a queen, and that makes everything okay?”
“I told you we talked. That’s what people do after they fight. They talk it out.”
“And you couldn’t have done that here, why?” Her brow arched.
“Because he knew I wouldn’t. My anger clouded everything, and I never gave him a chance to properly explain. He’s an amazing man, Mom, and he loves me for exactly who I am. He doesn’t care that I’m deaf. He loves me for me, and no man has ever done that before.” Tears swelled in my eyes.
“I thought he was a good man until he didn’t tell you about his fiancée, but if you forgave him, then so can I. I guess.”
“Thanks, Mom.” I walked over and gave her a hug.
We both sat down, had some tea, and I told her all about the things we did in California.