Fulfillment Golland, M. (best classic literature TXT) 📖

I hated giving in to Bryce, ormore to the point, I hated giving in full stop. But when the man ofmy dreams had me pinned to the shower wall, telling me that I washis everything and always would be and explaining that it was hissole responsibility to bring me undone, then who was I toargue?

I grabbed hishead and vigorously pulled it forward to mine so that I could tastethe inside of his mouth. He groaned wildly and lifted me up,indicating I should wrap my legs around his waist—and like always,I happily obliged.

He gripped myarse as he held me perfectly in place to penetrate me with hisglorious cock, forcing my eyes to close and my head to tilt back ashe slid inside me. Then pressing his lips to my neck, he pulledhimself out to the tip and slammed back in again. I gasped at hissexy ferocity, causing him to stop and pull back.

“Shit!” Hewent to set me down. “Was that too hard? Are you okay?” he askedwith concern.

“Hey. I’mfine.” I searched his panicked face.

“I’m sorry.You just make me fucking wild.”

I grabbed hishair, yanking it back and forcing him to look deep into my eyes.“Don’t you dare go all soft on me, I’m fine and no, it was not toohard. So stop worrying and fuck me. Fuck me hard, and do itnow.”

His eyes litup as he laughed. “You’re killing me, you know that right?”

“The feelingis mutual, trust me.” I leaned in and kissed him, which veryquickly turned hot and desperate again as he re-entered me andslammed his cock in to the hilt.

I could sensea very slight hint of hesitation on his part, but I didn’t sayanything. He obviously had concerns, and I could see he was tryingto overcome them where he could. Plus, I was more than overflowingwith sexed-up hormones and probably putting far too much pressureon him.

He continuedto drag his length out to the tip then slam right back in again,until my nails were digging into his shoulder and my body wasshuddering against him. He too jerked, as he reached his ownrelease while gripping my arse with one hand and steadying himselfagainst the shower wall with the other. I moved my hands to hishead and wiped the wet strands of hair from his face so that Icould see his piercing blue eyes as he came down from hisclimax.

“How did I getso lucky?” I asked.

“I never usedto believe in luck,” he said as he smiled and regained hisbreath.

I traced myfingers around the edges of his face, studying his perfect profile.I was now curious and a little bemused as to why he wouldn’tbelieve in luck. “Really? Why?”

“I used tothink luck suggested you had no power over it. I believed thatwe—ourselves—controlled the probability of our fortune andmisfortune. But...I had no control over you applying for a job atmy hotel, so how can I continue to believe there is no such thingas luck? I’m the fucking luckiest man on earth, and you being here,naked in my arms, against my shower wall and carrying my baby isfucking proof of that.”

***

Bryce and Ishowered properly after our argument and subsequent compromise-sex.Come to think of it, I don’t recall a compromise having beenreached. If I recalled correctly, he seemed to have gotten hisway—as per usual.

We both headedto our desks, having no choice but to get stuck into the pile ofwork that awaited our attention. It was Easter this coming weekend,and all three hotels were pretty much fully booked. I could seewith my own eyes just how much work was involved in the running ofthe City Towers Precinct, but to have numerous hotels around theworld and plans for future development in other countries wassimply mind boggling. I knew Bryce had a large number of verycapable employees running his hotels abroad, but at the end of theday, Clark Incorporated held his name and he was very much involvedin all its’ entirety.

I had plans topick the kids up from school, as I wanted to drop by my old home tocollect the last of my things. I hadn’t slept there for nearly twoweeks, and I did not plan on sleeping there again. Rick was copingjust fine, as far as I was aware, having accepted our separationand coming to terms with the fact our marriage was over. Sadly, weweren’t the best of friends anymore, and unfortunately, I didn’tthink we ever would be again. There was just far too much betrayaland hurt for that. But so far, we were civil and supportive of eachother in our new lives, and we were there for one another,especially where the children were concerned.

***

I drove myFord Territory into my driveway, having chosen my car over Bryce’scollection for its rather generous storage capacity. I had tocollect the last of my clothes, shoes, toiletries and a few thingsthat I wanted from around the house. I unlocked the door andstepped inside.

The house wasclean and tidy, an indication that Rick really was coping andmoving on with his life. I smiled at that notion then put my bagand keys down on the buffet like I had for many years—secondnature, I guess.

Rick and Ihadn’t yet discussed dividing our assets, and as terrible as itwas, we just hadn’t had the time nor the desire really. I hadpretty much everything I needed at the apartment andRick...well...he had five million dollars in his bank account. So,dividing up our bits and pieces was not a priority for either ofus. To be honest, I didn’t want the material things; I couldn’tcare less about the TVs, couches, caravan and household furniture.What I wanted were the things that held sentimental value to me,the things that made me smile and had happy memories.

I made my wayto the spare room, pulling out a suitcase and dragging it toward myold bedroom when Claire walked out. We both screamed simultaneouslyin shock, not expecting each other to be there.

“Geezus! Fuck!You scared the shit out of me,” I said as I put my hand to my chestand looked her up and down. I quickly took note that she waswearing one of my dresses together with a towel