Chapter 28
Chapter
Twenty-Eight
IRIS
I know we need to talk, but I couldn’t help it. He was standing there looking so unsure of himself. It was like he was that man from ten years ago. The one who would physically shake before any speaking commitment.
He’s not that man anymore, nor am I the same woman.
We have grown up together. We are better people now.
I couldn’t let him keep doubting himself.
Pulling away from his lips, I look up at him.
“Not that I’m complaining, but what was that for? I thought I was in the doghouse,” he whispers.
“You are. I’m still not happy about how everything went down, but I realized that no matter what is happening, I never want to live a life without you.
Hearing you tell me you love me is a dream come true.
I have loved you for years, and I would be an idiot not to grab this opportunity while I have the chance. ”
He shakes his head. “This opportunity is never going to leave. I will never leave you. If you give me a chance, I will be devoted to you and only you for the rest of our lives. I’ll be your husband and give you those children you want.”
I smile, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I think we are getting ahead of ourselves there.”
“I don’t,” he says. “This has been a decade in the making. I know we weren’t exactly romantic, but it was a relationship. I didn’t date anyone, and neither did you. I always had my eyes on you, and correct me if I’m wrong, but you always had your eyes on me.”
“It’s true. Even when I told you I was going to start dating, I was hoping you would step forward and show your feelings then.
When you didn’t, I worried that I had wasted too much time waiting for you.
I tried to date. I really did. Pete was a good guy, but not right for me.
Clint is an amazing friend, but he could tell my heart wasn’t in it.
Truth is, I compared every single one of them to you, and they never compared.
You were always miles above them.” I lean forward, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I only ever wanted you.”
He pulls me closer to him. “I only ever wanted you. I don’t want you to be unhappy, though. I need to know, do you want to move back to Boston? I should have asked you long before now.”
“I do. I miss home. It’s where I’ve always wanted to be. Even when London was on the table, my heart was in Boston,” I admit.
“Good, because it’s been approved. All those interviews?
I was trying to figure out who would relocate and which jobs could be done remotely.
As of right now, thirty percent of employees are willing to move.
Fifty percent can be done remotely for the most part.
Twenty percent still will need an office, so we are turning our offices into a satellite office,” he tells me.
“You considered all the employees’ feelings on the subject?” I ask.
He nods “Everyone’s but yours, which was a mistake.”
I smile. “You are incredible. So no one will be losing their jobs?”
“Nope. Everyone will be employed still,” he tells me.
I kiss him again, deepening the kiss. “Well, then I’m happy for the move. I can’t wait to be home.”
“I need to ask, though. Do you want a different job?” He looks a little nervous.
“I don’t want to take a job from anyone, but yes. Eventually I want a different job. Maybe I could even go back and work at the hotel when we move home. I need to be with more people and fewer spreadsheets.”
I nod. “I’ll miss seeing you around all the time, but we will make it happen. I have some ideas about that, but until we move, I still need you as CFO. Are you willing to wait?”
“Well, I waited a decade to be with you. I think I can wait a little longer to find the job of my dreams,” I tell him.
“God, I love you,” he whispers against my lips.
“Prove it then.”
He smirks at me. “Challenge accepted.”
Picking me up, he carries me through his apartment until he is at his couch. Sitting down, he pulls me into his lap.
I settle my legs on either side of his hips as he cups my cheeks, kissing me like he is dying and the only thing that will save him is my last breath.
I kiss him back just as passionately. Having dreamed of this for so long, my body is keyed up.
My skin tingles with every brush of his against it.
My long hair brushes against my shoulder as he begins to kiss from my mouth down to my neck.
My breaths are coming faster as I soak in every single sensation.
Slowly he runs his fingers down my arm until his left hand grips my hip, pulling me in closer to him. I can feel how hard he is between us. I wish I had worn a skirt today. Anything to make the access easier. I want to feel him against me.
He must feel the same because he thrusts up into me, making me groan from the sensation. I rock my hips down onto him, needing more. I need to feel this. To know that this is real. That he feels even an ounce of the desire flooding my system.
I shouldn’t worry, though. The way his glassy eyes meet mine as he picks up the pace tells me that he does. He is as desperate for this contact as I am.
“I love you,” I whisper against his lips before I let my head fall to his shoulder.
“I love you so much, Iris,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my head. “So much.”
He groans, his hand at my lower back, pressing me in harder. I feel myself so close.
I’m going to come.
I scream out, my orgasm hitting me. He continues to thrust against me, prolonging my pleasure. When he calls out, I know he’s right here with me.
We are in this together.
MAX
As I come down from my release, I press kisses to her head and face. Whatever I can reach.
She pulls back, smiling at me dazedly. This is the only look I want to see on her face. I want her sated and happy for the rest of our lives.
I never want to see another tear in her eye.
“Now that was quite a show, Mr. Williamson,” she teases.
“You think that was it? I’m not done with you yet. I finally have you. You’re mine. I’m going to take out a decade of wanting on your body. If you don’t want that, you better tell me now.”
She looks up at me, smiling. “Show me what you got. I’d love to see how badly you’ve wanted me. We will see if it compares to how badly I want you.”
Fuck if I don’t love how sassy she is. A life with her will never be easy.
I will wake up every single day with her by my side, knowing I will never truly deserve her.
I will spend every breath I take working my ass off to make sure she never looks elsewhere, though.
I never want her to question if she was right in choosing me.
I want her happy and with me. That’s all I can ask for.
Flipping her over onto her back on the couch, I start to kiss her neck once more, moving my hands up under her blouse.
“If I am going too fast, you tell me to stop. You hear me?”
“Mm-hmm,” she murmurs.
I smile against her skin as I push the fabric up, helping her pull it over her head. I toss it to her side as I reach behind her, undoing her bra.
She leans up, making it easier to remove it.
“God, you are gorgeous,” I tell her, leaning down to press a kiss to her left breast. Her nipple pebbles under my touch.
I love how reactive she is to me. I feel like this was a long time coming.
We spent ten years edging the fuck out of one another.
When we finally get together, we are going to be explosive.
I’m not in a rush, though. I want to savor every bit of her body. So even as she squirms underneath me, I take my time. I kiss and lick her left breast, pinching her nipple between my teeth. Once I have lavished her left breast with endless torture, I give the right the same attention.
“Max, please,” she begs me, her hands buried in my hair.
I love knowing she is so hot for me that she can’t help but beg. I don’t want this to end too soon though, so I don’t give in even though I want to. I continue to treat her body the way I have only dreamed about.
“I want to feel your skin,” she cries out, her nails trying to dig into my shoulders, but my shirt is making it impossible to grip.
Leaning up, I pull my button-down apart, buttons flying everywhere. Her eyes flare at the sight as I toss the garment to the side. Then I lean down and go back to work, loving her nails digging into my skin.
When I’ve finally had my fill, I move down to her stomach, pressing kisses on her skin until she shivers from my touch.
Then I slowly unbutton her jeans. She doesn’t stop me, so I keep going, unzipping them and pulling them off. Her panties get caught in them, coming off as well.
I send a quick thank you to whoever made the skin-tight jeans because not only do they look amazing on her body, but they look even better with her panties all tangled up and on the floor.
“I want you naked too.”
I smirk down at her. “Making demands now? You know I’m your boss, not the other way around.”
“I want you naked and inside of me. Make it happen, Maximilian, or I will take care of it myself.”
Fuck, that’s attractive. I always knew I loved Iris’s take-charge attitude, but I didn’t realize what a turn-on it would be. My cock is straining against my work slacks, attempting to get to her. Even having already released inside my pants, I’m already up and yearning for a round two.
Not before I give her another orgasm, though.
“I’ll get naked, but first, I want to taste this pussy. Now sit back and be a good girl and take your lashing like a lady.”
“Lashing? For what?” she asks as I get comfortable between her legs.
Looking up at her, I smile. “For teasing me for over ten years, of course.”
I can see the argument on her tongue, but before she can voice it, I lean in and lick her pussy. She gasps out, her head falling back on the couch.
I almost want to taunt her about the cat having her tongue, but she tastes too good. I don’t want to waste a single moment of this.
So I focus on my task at hand. I start off slow, licking and exploring. I take note of every hitch in breath or tightening of her hands in my hair. When her back arches off the couch, pressing her pussy into me, I keep the pace steady. I don’t move a single inch, letting her press against my face.
When she is almost there, I slide two fingers inside of her, curling them up to hit her G-spot. She practically comes off the couch as her body bears down onto my finger, her knees keeping me firmly between her legs.
Not like there is a chance I will let her go. I continue to lick her slowly, soaking in her taste while she quivers in my arms. I don’t stop until she is clawing at me to push me away.
“What’s wrong? Too much?” I tease.
“So sensitive,” she rasps out, her throat sounding raw.
“Don’t get too comfortable. We aren’t done yet. I think you begged for a cock?”
She looks down at me, her eyes glassy. “Not any cock. Yours.”
Fuck. That is sexy.
“Well then, let’s get you to a bed so you can take my cock.”
Standing, I pick her up, carrying her down the hall to my room. I don’t stop until I have her lying naked on my bed.
We have been in here together a handful of times over the past two years, but never like this.
Having her like this now is surreal. I almost want to pinch myself to make sure it’s real.
“Why are you staring? Don’t you have work to do?” she sasses.
I smirk.
Fuck, I love this girl.