Chapter 31
Sadie
Ileaned against the smooth, white wall of the apartment, watching as two men from the moving company walked in with dollies and looked at me expectantly. Even though I had told Jeremiah I didn’t need any help bringing my things, or lack thereof, up to his place, he insisted.
“Where should we start, miss?” asked one of the men, looking around the apartment as if trying to assess how to play a game of Tetris with the furniture. “We usually start with the bigger pieces, like the couch or the bedroom furniture.”
“Um, so all that is staying,” I said with a sheepish smile. I stepped aside from where I leaned against the wall and pointed at the few cardboard boxes that lined the hallway behind me. “This is all I’m taking.”
The two men looked at each other, confused, before looking to me.
“I know you were hired for a move within the building, but this isn’t technically my place. It came furnished. I just have clothes and a few knick-knacks.”
Damn Jeremiah for putting me in this somewhat awkward position.
He didn’t want any of the other tenants seeing him help with the move in case it raised any eyebrows or questions.
I understood, even though it still didn’t sit right in my stomach that I was his dirty little secret. At least, that was how it felt.
“Okay then,” said the other man.
They rolled their two dollies and loaded them up with boxes, mostly filled with my clothes and shoes, and a few keepsakes. I heard them whispering to each other as the early morning light poured over the hardwood floor.
“We had the whole day blocked off for this move…”
“What do we do now?”
I cleared my throat politely. “I know it’s not much. You’ll still be compensated for a full day’s worth of work,” I said with an assuring nod. It was out of Jeremiah’s pocket anyway, and I knew he wouldn’t care.
They both seemed to perk up at that and began lifting faster, soon leaving the apartment, rolling out with all my belongings in one trip.
It felt strange to stand here with nothing of my own in a stranger’s apartment that had grown to be home in just a few short months.
I silently thanked the place for housing me when I was in desperate need of somewhere to stay.
In desperate need of my life falling together.
If I had never moved here, I would never have had that chance encounter of meeting Jeremiah outside of work.
Without that, I wondered if we would have ended up here anyway, now that my things were on their way up the elevator to his place.
I smiled at the thought. I couldn’t believe we were taking this next step, and that I had let him convince me to.
The cautiousness I used to carry had dissipated when he came into my life.
My phone buzzed on the nearby kitchen counter.
Jeremiah: You coming?
I smiled at the two words. So simple, yet inviting me into this whole new chapter.
Me: On my way.
I took one last look around the apartment before walking out the door, locking up behind me.
When Jeremiah opened the door to his apartment, I was surprised to see him in a pair of black sweats and a matching t-shirt that hugged his muscles. I swallowed hard, giving him a nervous wave from the doorway. He just chuckled before taking a step back and gesturing for me to come inside.
“Welcome home,” he said with a grin.
“Thanks.” I laughed softly, taking a step inside. I had only been here that one night when I had broken in, and seeing it in the daylight just made it seem that much bigger. I took it all in, eyes wide.
“Want a tour?” he asked.
“Sure.”
“All your things are already in your room.”
“All my things,” I said sarcastically. “You know, I could have done it myself.”
“I know, but you shouldn’t have to.”
He walked me past the living room, where I had come to know him quite well, especially on the couch.
He led me to the kitchen, which was pretty much the size of my old apartment.
White herringbone tile covered the walls between the black marble countertops and the glossy, modern white cabinets.
Just off the kitchen was the dining room with a large, rectangular stone table surrounded by upholstered cream chairs.
The walls were covered in a dark wallpaper and the ceiling adorned with a midcentury gold chandelier.
We continued on down the hallway to the left, which led to his bedroom.
It was strange to know we had been so intimate, yet I had never been in here before.
It was just as I expected it to be with heavily drawn curtains that matched the charcoal upholstered bedframe, adorned with white marble nightstands clear of any clutter.
It was modern, minimal, sexy. It was all Jeremiah.
After taking me through the rest of his ensuite, we walked back down the hallway to the other wing of the penthouse.
I was in awe at how it felt like it just went on and on.
There were two more bathrooms, including a powder room and a smaller guest bathroom, the laundry room, an office, and then finally my room at the very end of the hall.
Jeremiah stopped outside of the closed door and looked at me, a smile tugging at his lips.
“What?” I asked curiously, a brow raised.
“Nothing.” He shook his head. “I just hope you like it…”
He slowly pushed open the door and I let out a small gasp as my eyes took it all in.
It was completely different than his room, with its gold canopy bed and gauzy white curtains draped over the top.
The sheets were a crisp white and covered in a plush duvet that I wanted to dive into.
On either side of the bed were white wood nightstands housing two small gold lamps.
Sheer curtains adorned the windows, letting soft morning light drift through and warm the hardwood floors.
It was the most beautiful room I had ever seen.
“Jeremiah…” I said, looking at him in awe. “It’s perfect.”
“I had my designer come in and work on it the past few days. I wanted it to feel like home.”
As I looked at him speechless, I realized he felt like home.
I took a step toward him and wrapped my arms around his neck, looking up at his eyes that watched me expectantly.
He was like a kid on Christmas waiting for a reaction from his parents over a handmade gift.
It was another side of him I was discovering.
I wanted to assure him this was more than enough.
“Thank you,” I whispered before standing on my tiptoes and pressing my lips to his.
My body melted into his, wanting, my tongue rain across his lips, coaxing its way in. He slid his against mine slowly before he pulled away and looked down at me.
“You are happy with it, huh?” he asked with a twitch of a smile.
I rolled my eyes before pressing my body further into his and bringing his mouth back down to mine, eager to taste him again.
As our tongues moved rhythmically, his hands trailed down, settling at the small of my back as his fingertips pressed against the thin fabric of my tank top.
His mouth left mine, pressing kisses up my jawline and back down the side of my neck.
His hands slid down, cupping the back of my jean shorts, his fingers skimming the frayed hemline.
As his mouth continued to lick and tease my neck, my hands strayed downward. Eagerly, I slid my hand down the waistband of his sweats and wrapped it around his erection. He let out a low groan before whispering in my ear.
“You’re just getting right to it, aren’t you?” He chuckled, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine.
I began moving my hand up and down his length. Slowly at first, before moving faster. His answering hardness made my insides ache to feel him, my inner thighs already growing slick.
“Sadie,” he panted against my ear.
It was enough to make my knees weak, but I kept going, pumping up and down his cock faster.
His hands grabbed my ass tighter before fumbling around until his fingers undid the button, followed by the zipper, shoving them down off my hips.
Next, he tore hungrily at my lace boy shorts, pulling them down in one swift movement.
I gasped at how quickly he got me half naked. And how his cock throbbed in my hand.
I pulled my hand away, sliding his sweatpants down his hips until they fell in a heap at the floor.
He stepped out of them and grabbed my hips, guiding me toward the bed.
As we moved as one, I pulled my shirt over my head.
His eyes immediately fell to the bra that cupped my breasts, nipples peaked under the lace.
I reached behind and unclasped the backing, tossing the bra aside hastily. Eager to have nothing between us.
He pushed me against the soft bed. My knees buckled at the edge as I fell backward.
I propped myself up on my elbows to take him all in.
The rippled muscles. His hard length. The ease in which he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his toned stomach.
I sucked in a quiet breath, my eyes falling to his cock in silent want.
He took a step forward before climbing over me, every move intentional and slow, as if savoring my naked body that writhed beneath him.
He bent down, his dark hair falling across his brow as he took my breast in his mouth.
He sucked gently, coaxing a low moan out of me.
As his mouth became more adamant, his lips wrapped around my nipple as his tongue swirled around it, he positioned his arms on either side of me.
My knees splayed out even further on either side of me, begging for him.
He pulled his lips away from my breast and lowered himself onto his elbows, so that his face was just inches from mine.
Our breaths were haggard, falling into sync as our eyes met and stayed there.
He reached down and wrapped his fingers around his cock, guiding it to my opening.
He sunk into me slowly, his breath catching at the same time as mine.
His blue eyes darkened as he slowly pushed deeper into me.
I held his gaze as he slowly pulled out, inch by inch, before plunging back in.
It was the most divine, mind-numbing feeling.
We had never been this close. So in sync.
It was as if our bodies were one, feeling every little throb of pleasure in the slow rhythm he kept.
I clenched tightly around him, my hands wrapping around his lower back, pulling him deeper into me.
He let out a throaty groan and I began trembling around him as the sound filled my ears.
My fingers pressed into his skin, pulling him even closer.
Wondering if he could even be deeper. In answer, he buried himself further into me before pulling out in one quick movement, and plunging back inside with urgency.
He pumped faster, slapping against my budding clit.
I screamed out in pleasure as we both came to an explosive finish. Wet with his cum, he continued moving inside of me slowly as his cock twitched.
“Fuck,” he said before collapsing on to me.
We lay there breathless.
“With you living here now, I’m not sure how I’m going to help myself,” he whispered against my neck. I giggled, my back arching at the idea, pressing my breasts against his bare chest. He propped himself on his elbow and looked down at me with a serious expression.
“I’m serious, Sadie. If I need you. I will have you.”
I swallowed hard at the delicious thought before pulling his mouth to mine for round two.