I can feel his dick harden against my bum, so I move forward and away from him. “Don’t even think about it. You woke me up five times, Jack. Five. How are you even alive right now?” I groan, feeling exhausted. “And how is that thing still hard? You’re not a young lad anymore, you know.”
He pulls me back and growls, sucking at my neck and marking me once again, I’m sure. I’ve never had to wear so many high-necked shirts or jumpers before.
“I need you again. It was the first thing I thought about when I woke up. Your tight, warm pussy wrapped around my dick.” He grinds into me.
He’s so filthy.
I stand my ground when I see the time, even though my body is screamingYes.
Does no part of me realize I’m no longer a spry, twenty-year-old woman?
With a lot of strength behind me, I push Jack off of me. “We need to get up and get ready. It’s already too late.”
“I’m lying in bed all day and never moving. When you’re done with whatever it is you’re doing, come back home to me here… naked.”
I open my phone and throw it to him, my email app front and center.
His eyes snap to mine, and a huge genuine smile stretches across his face. He jumps out of bed and runs around the front to pick me up, twirling me around in circles.
My laughter is loud and boisterous, just as happy as Jack’s.
“We get to go see our house today,” he sings. “Dear Mr. and Mrs. Jackson Peters, congratulations,” he repeats the opening line of the email from our realtor.
“What voice was that?” I chuckle.
He narrows his eyes. “The voice of a cocksucker. I’m telling you, if that little fucker even looks at you—”
“Okay, okay, a little too possessive for first thing in the morning. Let’s take it down a notch.”
“Never possible when it comes to you, B.” He kisses my cheek, then lets me down. “Come on, let’s shower and go see our new home.”
“And do some shopping,” I call. “It’s been a week. I think a new Chanel bag is calling my name.”
He chuckles. “Whatever you want, sweetheart.”
* * *
Our hands are intertwined as we walk out of our dream house. We received the lucky news when we arrived earlier that we can move in on Friday, and I think it’s perfect timing with everything going on.
Before leaving, we stop on the pavement and glance back at our beautiful home in one of London’s most prestigious neighborhoods.
It’s the perfect fit for us both. The original architecture has been retained to suit the typical Victorian-style of the surrounding houses. Its white façade stands tall, lined with beautiful foliage and a small cottage garden as you walk in.
The inside has been updated in a contemporary style, with additions like a basement cinema room—perfect for when our nieces and nephews come over—and a wine cellar.
Aside from the interior decorating that Evelyn has already started on, only minor changes need to be made.
It’s hard to believe that this home where we’ll start our life together could be the same one we end it in. Though, it’s exactly where I can see us spending the rest of our days.
“Thank you.” I place my head on Jack’s shoulder. “I never imagined I would have a life like this, and it wouldn’t have been the same with anyone but you.”
He pulls me into his side and kisses my forehead. “I was just thinking the same thing.”
“It’s getting late. Let’s go to Sadie’s,” I say, reluctantly turning away from our home.
Sadie’s outside in her front garden pruning her roses when we approach the house. When she sees us, she lights up and runs toward her door, screaming, “Wills, come here, baby.”
She turns and puts her hand over her mouth, desperately holding in her laughter. It’s nice to see her happy after yesterday.
