Chapter 25 #2
If they knew the whole story, they would be mortified to have portrayed him the way they have for many years already.
Add this on top of it all, and they should all be out of a job tomorrow, if you ask me.
He lets out a breath.
“Yeah, I know. I talked to Arthur as well, and we’ve planned a press conference tomorrow if we manage to secure all the information we need tonight.”
At the mention of my father, I feel the emotion building in my chest.
I love that Peter has my dad in his corner as well. Watching their relationship has made me fall even more in love with the man beside me.
Peter continues, and I realise they’ve made a plan of action forward.
“I’m not sure if I’ll bother taking them to court, but the threat will probably make them think twice before pulling a stunt like this again.”
I’ve always been angry on Peter’s behalf when it comes to the way the media talks about him. I’m happy he’s finally ready to speak up for himself, not just accepting the behaviour anymore.
“I’m proud of you, baby. We’ll show them,” I tell him, kissing his knuckles and letting our intertwined hands rest in my lap.
He looks over at me. “Yeah, we will.”
When we get to the hotel, Peter is still determined to relieve some of the tension in my body.
Whilst he gets flustered and loses his composure during something stressful, I react with anger, getting fired up.
As soon as we’re inside the hotel room, he pushes me up against the door, kissing me hard as his hands travel across my body.
I sigh, relishing the feeling of being back with him after a few days apart.
Missing someone so badly so fast shouldn’t be healthy, but he seems just as starved for me as I am for him.
He picks me up easily before he walks over to the table where he lays me down.
He takes hold of my blouse, tearing it as he realises it has too many buttons for him.
“That was expensive, you know,” I tell him, a smile on my lips at his desperation.
“I’ll buy you a new one,” he murmurs, dragging down my bra, freeing my boobs to him, before he latches on to a nipple.
I arch my back, grabbing his hair as he kneads and sucks, taking his time as I thrash under him.
“Fuck, Peter.”
I grab his shirt, and he helps me drag it off him before he goes straight back to work, pleasuring my boobs.
He starts kissing down my stomach, and when he looks up at me, all sinful eyes aimed my way, I feel the arousal rising in my core.
He wastes no time, dragging off my pants and thong in one hard pull.
Christ, I love it when he turns a little rough.
Then he presses his mouth to my heat, his tongue lapping at my folds as his hand presses down on my stomach, holding me in place.
I moan his name, the pleasure building as he adds his finger to the mix, still holding me firm with his other hand whilst he sets the perfect pace.
He flattens his tongue on my clit, and my thighs clamp together around his head as I come, screaming his name.
Peter seems to love this almost as much as I as he continues his movements, riding out my orgasm with his tongue and fingers.
When my breathing calms, he pushes down his own pants before he drags me closer to his body.
I try to sit up, eager to have a taste of him, but he’ll have none of it.
He pushes me down gently, a hand on my chest as he lines up his cock.
“Later, baby. Now I need to be inside you.”
When he pushes into me, I moan, the sensation of his piercing always giving an extra little tingle of pleasure.
He grabs one of my hands, laying them down over my head as he leans down and starts a punishing pace.
My free hand is tearing at his back as he thrusts into me, the sounds of our bodies clashing together loud in the room.
Suddenly, he lets go of my hand, before he grabs a hold of my body, flipping me over onto the table.
Just as fast, he grabs my hand again whilst using the other to lift my leg, wrapping it around his back.
The new position pushes him even deeper, and when he starts playing with my clit, I scream out when I come, the pleasure blinding as Peter holds me against his body, chasing his own release.
“Fuck, Molly.”
We fall on top of the table, breathing heavy, his cock twitching inside me as we lie there, catching our breath.
“We’ll work so much better after that, baby.”
I chuckle as Peter pulls out of me before he scoops me up in his arms bridal style.
“I do have well-functioning legs, you know,” I murmur against his lips as he walks into the bathroom.
“Then I need to fuck you again. Make sure my woman is as well spent as she deserves.”
Holy hell.
I like the sound of that.
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I’m finishing up the last adjustments in my files; everything is saved and ready for tomorrow.
After a very heated and satisfying shower, we got to work on securing the articles which had printed old photos and made them seem recent.
Luckily for me, Star News hadn’t jumped on the story, which I’m extra relieved about.
I don’t want to leave, but I’d do it in a heartbeat if they’d done such a poor job of journalism.
I’m of course biased considering the man in those articles is my boyfriend, but I wouldn’t want to contribute to a paper that doesn’t uphold ethical practice.
Closing my laptop, I find Peter looking at me from his spot on the couch.
I’ll often catch him staring at me, and it always makes me feel giddy inside.
“Come here.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice, and I make my way over to him. He grabs me around my legs, bringing me into his lap as he looks at me.
There are always desire, passion, and affection in those eyes, but now, it’s even more.
He tucks a lock of hair behind my ear, looking deep into my eyes. “I love you, Molly May.”
Holy.
Peter just told me he loves me.
Which isn’t that much of a surprise, considering the love has been simmering between us for a while.
His telling me first, though, that isn’t something I expected knowing he still struggles sometimes when speaking about his emotions.
He’s grown so much, and as I gaze back into his eyes, I feel my chest swell as I look at a man I know is everything and more.
“I love you too, Peter.”
His lips lock with mine, the kiss slow and deliberate as he twists his tongue with my own.
It reminds me a lot of our kiss back in the bus after the incident with his father.
Slow.
Intimate.
Perfect.