Chapter 21 Mia
MIA
Waking up in Dominic’s arms is blissful. The rain is still beating against the windows, the sky dark and drab, and I snuggle into his warmth, not ready to face the morning just yet. He mutters something in his sleep, his arms tightening around me.
I should feel bad, shouldn’t I?
All I can think about is how perfect the evening was. After eating our dinner - which, amazingly enough, didn’t burn - we lay on the couch and watched the rain as we drank wine.
Eventually this turned into a long and heated kissing session, which inevitably led to Dom fucking me on his couch a second time.
After a shower, we agreed it was time for bed, but lying naked together proved too tempting.
Dom ate me out until I was practically screaming, a favour I was more than happy to return by sucking his cock until he forced me off him and threw me down on the bed so he could come inside me.
What a night.
Thinking about it all makes me squirm in his arms, heat and longing building between my thighs.
I shuffle until I’ve turned over in his arms to face him, and he stirs, his brow pinching as I pepper kisses over his chest. His fingertips trace over my shoulders, and he huffs out a soft, pleased groan.
“Morning,” he mutters, chuckling sleepily as I push against him and roll him onto his back. “A very good morning.”
I straddle his hips, and his erection grows as I grind myself against him, holding his face in my hands and kissing him all over. He grips my arse with a sigh.
“I thought you were a dream,” he murmurs. “Maybe you are.”
“I am a dream. A very nice dream.” I kiss his neck, his collarbone, move back up to his mouth, and kiss him deeply.
“Mmm, the best dream,” he says against my lips.
He’s hard now, and I sit up, reaching between us to fit him at my entrance, sinking down onto him with a moan. His jaw feathers as his hands dig into my hips.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he says as I roll my hips.
I’m a little sore, but I can live with it. Being with him in the light of day feels different, even though we’re in his bedroom tucked away from the world. This makes it feel real in a way our clandestine nights didn’t.
Maybe I’m just love-drunk, I don’t know.
He pushes himself up on one hand, cupping the other around my breast and pinching my nipple.
“I fucking love your tits,” he mutters.
I laugh breathlessly as I keep riding him. “I always thought they were too small.”
He growls, low in his throat. “They’re perfect.”
I steady myself on his shoulders, riding him harder until we’re both sweating and crying out. I grind myself against him, finding the spot where my clit has that sweet friction I need, and I hiss through my gritted teeth as my orgasm begins to build.
“Oh fuck,” I whimper. “Dom, Dom.”
“That’s it, love.” He grips my hip, groaning. “Fuck, yes, just like that.”
We come together, my arms wrapped around his neck as we both ride out the wave that shattered through us. Dominic pants against my chest, his hands skating up and down my back. He presses soft kisses to my collarbone, chuckling breathlessly.
“Holy shit. What are you doing to me, Mia?” He looks up at me, stroking my hair out of my face. “You busy today?”
“What you got in mind?”
I shriek as he flips us over, pinning me to the bed and kissing me, so long and slow that my knees go weak even though I’m bloody lying down. The way this man kisses, honestly, it’s criminal.
“Just this,” Dominic murmurs against my mouth. “Lying in bed all day, kissing.” A soft kiss to my jaw. “Fucking.” Another kiss to my throat. “All the things one should be doing on a rainy Tuesday.”
“Mmmm,” I hum softly. “That sounds like a perfect Tuesday to me.”
“Doesn’t it?” Dom lies down beside me, propping himself up on his elbow to gaze down at me. “Couldn’t think of anything better.”
“Me neither.” I reach up and stroke my fingers over his beard. “And what about the rest of the week? Any plans?”
He takes my hand and presses my fingertips to his lips. “Training tomorrow, the game on Thursday.”
“Such a good owner, always going to training.” I trace my thumb over his lips. “You miss it, don’t you?”
He jerks one shoulder into a shrug and sighs. “A little.”
“Why don’t you take over as manager?”
Dom chuckles lightly and throws himself back onto the bed. “And step on Barry’s toes? He’d love that.”
“It’s your club.” I roll over and lay my chin on his chest. “I think you should do it.”
“Hmmm. We’ll see.” He props one hand behind his head and gazes at me. “And you? Exciting things ahead for you?”
“You mean besides seeing a divorce lawyer?” I roll my eyes with a laugh. “No, actually, I’m off to Paris on Friday.”
“That sounds exciting. For a shoot, is it?”
“No actually.” I sit up and sweep my hair over my shoulder. “It’s for my perfume launch. Got my own perfume like a right bougie bitch.” I lift my shoulder and waggle my head, which makes Dom laugh.
“Very bougie. Look at you.” He sits up and brushes a kiss to my shoulder. “Congratulations.”
“You want to come?”
The question makes his eyebrows shoot up. “Come? To Paris?”
“Sure, why not?” I drape my arms around his neck. “I’m staying in a suite in the George Cinq if that makes any difference at all.”
“Wait, wait,” he says, dramatically holding up a hand. “So not only do I get to be with you in Paris, and see your brilliance and business acumen first hand, I also get to fuck you in a suite in the George Cinq?”
I giggle against his chest. “It’s a dream, truly.”
“I am convinced.” He presses me back to the bed, kissing me and tucking his face into the crook of my neck to breathe me in. “I’m there.”
“We’re taking the Eurostar.”
He quickly sits up and turns away from me. “Nope. Changed my mind.”
I jump on his back, laughing, and nick his earlobe with my teeth. “You are such a snob, do you know that?” I kiss his neck, grazing his skin with my teeth in that way that has goosebumps break out over his shoulders. “Some of us like the train. And the tube. And the bus.”
“Alright, alright.” He sighs, turning his head so his lips can seize mine. “You win. We’ll take the train.”
“No getting handsy though, Mr Graves.” I grin against his mouth. “You’ll have to be very well-behaved, and discreet.”
“In that case.” He throws me back down on the bed, kissing me ferociously, pressing himself between my thighs. I wrap my arms and legs around him, moaning into his mouth.
Dominic’s phone erupts in a loud buzz on the bedside table, and he releases me with a sigh. “Sorry, love. I should get that.”
“Even on a rainy Tuesday morning?” I pout up at him, but release him so he can crawl across the bed and scoop up his phone.
“Hello?” He lies back on the bed, running a hand over his face. “No, no it’s fine. I was awake.” He blinks slowly as he listens to the person on the other end of the line, then sits up quickly. “Jesus. And where is he now?”
I sit up as well, watching his face.
Dominic listens intently, then nods. “Yeah, yeah of course… Alright. I’ll be there as soon as I can…. Yep. Thanks, Sally…. Yep. Bye.” He hangs up and tosses the phone onto the bed. “Fuck,” he growls, running his hands through his hair.
I reach over to place a hand on his shoulder. “What happened?”
“Dad’s taken a turn.” He puts his hand over mine and sighs. “He’s at home, but he’s struggling a little and his carer’s worried.” He takes my hand and presses it to his lips. “I should go over there.”
“Of course, of course you should.” I consider asking for a moment if he wants me to come, but that might be pushing things a bit too far. “He needs you, go.”
Dom gives me a sad smile. “Sort of ruined our plans a bit.”
“Don’t be silly.” I wrap my arms around him and pepper kisses all over his face. “You’ve not ruined anything. Your dad’s ill, I’m not going to throw a tantrum over that.”
Dominic smiles, running his hands through my hair and cradling my face in his hands. “You’re wonderful, you know that?” He brushes a soft kiss against my lips. “I’ll pop round later, if I can, is that alright?”
“Of course. And if you can’t, I’ll see you at the game on Thursday.”
We shower quickly, and then Dominic rushes off, leaving me to sneak out to my car in the rain. No one jumps out to accost me, and I do a quick scan of the street once I’m in the driver’s seat. I can’t see anyone about, everyone no doubt avoiding the outdoors on this dreary morning.
On the drive home, a tiny pang of doubt creeps in, enough to spoil the euphoria I felt at spending a night in Dom’s bed. Yes, I’m getting a divorce, it’ll all be settled soon. But will that mean a clean start for Dom and me? That’s doubtful.
I shake the negative thoughts off, and refuse to consider them for the rest of this week. What Dom and I have is so new, and lovely, and for now, that’s enough.
And this week, we’ll have Paris.