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“Great,” I said, just as Becca placed her hands on my b*lls, gently pressing on them. It took all my self-restraint not to howl out from pleasure.
“So… that’s all right with you?”
“Yes…”
I c*mmed into Becca’s mouth just as I finished the call, dropping my phone on the floor with a thud. I couldn’t hold myself while trying to maintain a conversation.
Her lips pressed onto my shaft, sucking me dry as if relishing and savoring me.
When she finally pulled away, she licked her lips and wiped some c*m off the corner of her mouth.
“Is that the bathroom?” she gestured toward the door in the far end of the room.
I managed to nod as I separated my back from the wall. I would let her clean up and then f*ck her like she deserved, and just the thought of it was threatening to make me hard again.
I would never get enough of this woman. Thankfully, after our talk yesterday, everything felt lighter. Like for the first time in a long time, there was hope for us returning to what we once were.
There still were so many things we’d have to work on, especially on my end, but there was light at the end of the road.
A knock behind me startled me.
“Sir?”
I opened the door slightly. It was one of the servants hired by my security team.
“Yes?”
“There’s someone at the door asking for you.”
“Who is it? Were they cleared by security?”
“Um, it’s a neighbor.” The woman seemed to notice she had interrupted something, looking a little surprised at the sight of me. “Mrs. Davenport is her name, I believe.”
“Tell her I’m busy.”
“Let’s go meet the neighbors,” Becca interjected, stepping out of the bathroom. She gently nudged me aside and left the bedroom, almost flashing the servant with my nakedness on her way out.
I didn’t know who Mrs. Davenport was, but I already disliked her.
When I made it downstairs after quickly putting my pants back on, Becca was howling with laughter at the door.
“I’m so sorry! I really didn’t mean any disrespect.” The woman was pink in the face, looking embarrassed as Becca struggled to breathe.
“No! It’s all right, really!” she managed to say between bursts of laughter.
When Mrs. Davenport caught sight of me coming down the stairs, she turned red. I didn’t even know it was possible for human skin to reach that shade.
“This is James.” Becca giggled. “James, this is Farrah. She lives right across the street.”
“What’s so funny?” I asked as I joined them. “Hello, Farrah. Nice to meet you.”
“Farrah thought you were my father.” Becca slid an arm around my waist. “And she invited us to a barbecue she’s having tomorrow. Her husband just became president of his company and they’re having a small gathering to celebrate.”
“Oh, well, I’m sorry, but we have… the…” I tried to come up with something to excuse us from attending, but my mind was still on Becca and her mouth.
“And I told her we’d love to attend.”
“I should get going!” Farrah’s color was slowly returning to normal. “I’m looking forward to seeing you tomorrow! It was lovely meeting you, Becca. And James.”
With a grin, she turned and headed down the driveway.
“Why are we going to this thing?” I asked once Becca had closed the door. I thought she wanted us to spend more time together. Alone, that is.
“Why not? I’m assuming you bought this place, didn’t you?”
And there it was. What she had wanted to know all along.
“Yes…” I said. “I wanted us to stay in a place where we’d be comfortable, and not be bothered. And I also had to set up a whole security system, which would have been hard to do if we rented a place.”
“Well, what if we came back here someday?” Becca slid her arm away from me and headed to the next room. It was one of the multiple living rooms on the ground floor.
“To live?” Was she serious?
“Yes. Why not?” She dropped herself on the sofa and stared out toward the backyard. “I can see myself raising Alessandro and Dahlia here. There’s more than enough room for more kids…”
I liked the sound of that, despite the implications of her words. Especially the part where we got to make those future kids happen.
I couldn’t help but stare at her, my heart swelling with love. Despite everything happening around us, she was still looking forward to the future. Thankfully, one that involved me in the long term.
The problem was the fact that she still had to come to terms with the life I had brought her into.
“The security team will have to clear them first. Farrah Davenport is her name?” I asked with my eyebrows arched.
“Yes.” I could tell by her tone that she thought this was all too much for a neighbor lady, but I wasn’t going to compromise our safety.
“I’ll have them look into her,” I said, quickly texting the name to the team for them to look her up. “About those future kids…”
“Hmm. What about them?” Becca pried her eyes away from the window.
“How about we go back to what we were doing?” I gave her my best smoldering smile.
Before she got a chance to reply, I picked her up again and rushed upstairs.
We were in the middle of a storm, fighting for the right to be a part of Alessandro’s future. A fight for our future as well. But for now, I made it a point to enjoy what we had.
And I was going to make damn sure she enjoyed it as well.
Becca.
I spent the next morning with Alessandro, taking him around the house and discovering all its nooks and crannies. It was an old house, but the renovations made it feel very modern. Most of the lights and appliances even worked with voice commands.
“Aren’t you going to the neighbors’ for lunch?” Layla’s head popped into the nursery just as I was getting ready to change Alessandro.
“I forgot!” I cried out, startling Alessandro. I smiled at him, and he smiled back, thankfully. “Can you get him?”
