Chapter 33
Chapter Thirty-Three
Three days later
A s soon as Freddie was lowered into the ground, she strode back to Turner Hall, collected her bags, and travelled to the small airport on Copper Island. From there, she flew on a private plane to Italy. Within twelve hours, she was back at the villa and, soon, in Jonathan’s arms.
It was late, so Jennifer bid her goodnight and went to her room on the ground floor. The same rooms she’d had for years whenever Cynthia took her to Como to be with Jonathan and Benny.
Standing on one foot, she pulled her black pump off her other foot and then swapped. Holding her shoes, she tread lightly up the stairs to the first floor where their rooms were. She had no idea if Benny was home or if he had company, but she didn’t want to wake him.
Opening the door, a crack enough to stick her head into the bedroom, she checked Jonathan was home and not out late eating with friends. The moonlight coming through the open French doors highlighted his body. The sheet was down at his waist. Still in his sixties, he was fit, handsome, and just as virile as when they first met.
She stripped off her dress, slip, and underwear and walked across the marble floor on tiptoes. Lifting up the sheet, she slid into the comfortable bed and over to Jonathan’s side. She kissed his shoulder.
“You better be quick before my fiancé catches us,” he whispered as he turned over and grabbed her around the waist to pull her close.
“I can be quick if you can be quick,” she said and laughed.
“This is a wonderful surprise, Cyn. It’s so good to have you here. I’d convinced myself you’d never come back. That he would shackle you to that awful house.”
Cynthia didn’t mention she was ready to volunteer to stay at Turner Hall and do his bidding. She must have been made to think her father respected her enough to hand over the Turner empire. His cutting words seemed to have cut through her desire to please him.
“I’m here, far away from Copper Island.”
Jonathan threw back the sheet and swept his hand over her arse and down her thigh to hitch her leg up at the back of her knee. Then he hauled her over his body so she was straddling him.
“How long for?”
Cynthia wrapped her fingers around his hardening cock and stroked slowly up and down until he was fully erect. She knelt up, lined him up, and then slowly sank down. The sharp intake of breath from Jonathan was music to her ears.
“If it doesn’t cramp your social life… forever,” she said and moved forward to get friction.
Jonathan was sitting up in a flash, his arms banded around her back and his lips pressed against hers. She couldn’t catch her breath and leaned back, laughing.
“You like that idea?” she asked.
Cynthia needed to know if he was okay with her being with him permanently. It would mean a big change for them both.
“You have no idea how happy that makes me, Cyn. It’s so good to hear those words,” Jonathan replied, and then he flipped them, and Cynthia found herself pressed against the mattress by Jonathan’s strong torso and his cock inside her. She hoped that they would live out their days doing whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted.
She’d assumed her father would have to make her heir now that Freddie had died. How foolish she was.
But no more. Jonathan was her future. Even if they had to sell the villa and live somewhere else, it would be more than enough for the two of them with what they had saved, with no rent to pay for years.
Cynthia was going to put herself first.