3
MIRANDA
Lachlan’s erection rubbing against my ass woke me. He tickled my belly then let his fingers travel up to my breasts.
“So who’s this good-looking artist you’re working with?” he asked.
I knitted my brows. Is Lachlan jealous? “Um… he’s not my type. In any case, I’m not looking.”
“You’re not looking for what?” he asked, teasing my inner thigh with his finger.
“For anyone. We’re together. Aren’t we?” I asked, my skin prickling.
“You’re very sexy, Miranda.” His breath left a warmth on my neck.
Lachlan turned me around and rubbed his big dick against my pussy, then he parted my legs and slid into me. The stretch made my eyelids flutter, and with each deep thrust my sighs deepened.
“We are together. And you feel seriously hot,” he said hoarsely.
He bit my neck gently, and rocked his hips, angling his dick expertly. The friction made me burn.
As his thrusts grew in urgency and intensity, I wondered if he was stating his ownership.
I liked being his. I was helplessly in love. Or is it lust?
An orgasm rippled through me, and as I released, warmth cascaded over me. A contented moan left my lips as I collapsed into his arms.
He could have me—all of me.
His growl echoed in my ear as his cock spasmed, and I felt his seed entering me deeply.
We lay there holding each other, his chest rising and falling against mine.
“You’ve become a part of me, Miranda.” He sealed his heart-swelling comment with a tender, lingering kiss.
Snuggling into his strong, comfortable body made me want to drift off to sleep. But then my phone buzzed. I had too much going on, and since it was a workday, I took the call.
“Ethan,” I said, rising from the bed.
“We’ve finished sanding. The space is dust free and therefore safe to enter.” He chuckled.
“That sounds good. You haven’t wasted any time.”
“We’re keen. Only… I can’t seem to find Florian. When the paint arrived, I had to pay with my credit card.”
Although that didn’t surprise me, I had an uneasy feeling my credit card was about to get a good workout again. “Okay. I’ll be there in an hour. We’ll discuss a plan.”
I ended the call. Lachlan was walking around in his boxer briefs and making me hot and bothered again. With that tanned, tall, and manly physique, he was so devastatingly handsome that I couldn’t believe I was even there.
“So when are you going to introduce us?” A playful twinkle danced in his eyes.
“Whenever you like. Pop in. I’ll text you the address. It’s a big empty space with a ton of potential. Only if Florian comes to the party.”
“Oh… him again.” He shook his head.
“Hmm…” I thought about the paintings in the other room, which we’d carefully laid flat in the dark. “I’ll arrange to update the insurance today.”
“Thanks. The files are back at the estate. I’ll email them.”