Eighteen

Taking back the control he runs his hand through my wet hair, grunting as I choke. His hips thrust with fury as I try my best to take him into my throat.

"That's it baby," he grunts, "you're so beautiful like this."

My eyes open, grateful the spray of the luxury shower is pointed at my back. Leaving my face free from distraction. Allowing him to be my only focus on the world.

"Shit Bella," I look up at him, watching his neck muscles tighten, "what did I do to deserve this?"

Letting him go I let my hand give my mouth a break. Pumping my wrist slowly, enjoying him at my mercy.

"You woke me up the same way this morning," I lick my lips looking up at him, "I'm repaying the favour."

"Stand up," he commands with frustration.

He barely waits for me to do it, grabbing my arm to twist me, pushing me up against the glass of the door. I gasp at the cold against me, moan at the warmth behind me.

"I'm meant to be paying you back," I turn my head to look at him, my hair sticking to my back.

"You are," he kicks my legs apart, "but when my girlfriend is on her knees in front of me and licks her lips like that… I'm a weak man, baby."

"Girlfriend?" I twist slightly to look at him properly, my head turning so I can see his face over my shoulder.

"If you want a ring I'll get you one after this," he squeezes my ass possessively with a loving grin, "I don't care what I call you so long as you're mine."

"Girlfriend it is," I laugh, "I think ring talk is too soon. You haven't even met my parents."

"I will when we get home. I want to memorise every piece of your life," he leans forward to kiss my shoulder, "I want to give you every piece of mine. Everything is shared between us from this point forward."

"Every piece?" I wince playfull.

"Is that a problem?" He tilts his head.

Gosh he's so fricken cute.

"I just don't really want your brainless readers," I tease.

His laughter echoes through the bathroom, with a proud smack of my ass. Jumping from impact, moaning from the tingle.

When he penetrates me I groan out with appreciation, enjoying the cool glass pressed against my chest. His hand grips my hip, the other sits gentle against my stomach.

"I've missed this," he whispers.

"We've been doing it since I got here," I speak through strangled moans of bliss.

The past two days had been spent playing tourist in his arms and being naked in bed in his arms. London was quickly becoming my favourite city in the world. I'd enjoyed seeing Big Ben but coming home to Big Edward was truly my highlight.

"Any time we aren't doing this I'm missing it," he kisses my shoulder.

"You horny beast," I move my hand to grasp his forearm for grip, echoing back the flirty words he gave me in his office.

He responds with his hips, thrusting into me without mercy. There's nothing brainless about it. Each hit is calculated to aim for the most pleasurable point.

"Oh my god," I moan out, "Edward."

His chest presses me against the glass tight as he moves, the hand on my stomach dipping between my legs to heighten the pleasure. His fingers are expert.

"How are you so good at that," I moan out, pushing my body back to meet him.

"Secret," he presses the word into my neck with a kiss.

We climax in unison. Crying out one another's name, with the steam of the shower surrounding us.

"Get dry, dressed and ready," he says shutting the shower off.

"What for?" I look at him, shallow breathing returning to normal.

"Secret," he smiles at me.


Soft lips press against the back of my hand. I smile at him, moving in closer to his side.

"Thank you for running after me," he says, "I don't know what on earth I did to deserve you."

Sitting at the bar we enjoy our drinks. I sip my cocktail watching him, he sips a beer watching me. The world around us, loud and chaotic, stills.

"Thank you for this trip," I reach my hand up to cup his cheek, "thank you for listening to me."

"Do you have to rush home?" He asks.

"I probably need to start with this business your mother and sister handed me," I nod, "I want to do them proud."

"You will," he turns his face to kiss my hand, "I cannot wait to watch you grow. I'm already so proud of you. I think they wouldn't mind if I stole you away as an apology."

"You already said sorry," I shake my head.

"I did. But saying sorry and showing you I'm sorry are two different things," he says, "I haven't had a vacation in years."

Smiling, I lean in closer.

"What are you proposing?" I ask.

"Let's take a detour home," he shrugs, "somewhere sunny."

"You just want me in a bikini," I shove him gently, rolling my eyes.

"Of course I do," he smirks, "London is far too cold to do all the things I want to do to you."

"Like what?" I tilt my head.

"Not in public," he shakes his head.

"I can give you three days," I say, "then I really want to go home and hit the ground running."

"I know. I need to find a replacement editor for my bridal magazine," he looks down at his phone casually.

"What did you just say?" I gasp.

"I fired Jane," he shrugs, "her numbers were poor for the last few quarters and I didn't like how she threw you under the bus the way she did. She tried to meddle with my personal life."

I bite my lip and nod, unsure how to swallow that. Did he do that for me? Or him?

"It's not about you," he looks at me as if he can read my mind, "it's about my business."

I nod and sip a mouthful of my cosmo.

"How about Sicily?" He holds his phone up

"Italy?" I widen my eyes leaning in to look at the photo of the glorious beach.

"Sure, why not. I think it's time we build memories together. Where better to start than holidaying somewhere sunny?" He asks.

When we get home and snuggle into each other in bed he's already booked accommodation and a flight promising he'll let me pay him back.

We laugh as he tickles me and I turn him wild with kisses to his neck.

Chasing him here was the best decision I've ever made. Because I'm fairly certain from this point on we'll now take on the race of life side by side!


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