Saoirse: Sarah Savino Fundraiser has a nice ring to it. Callum’s footed a large part of the bill. I’ve surprisingly stayed inside budget. But let’s make his pockets BLEED!
Saoirse: Also, can we just talk about how beautiful Sarah and Savi Murphy would sound? I’ve ordered you to give me two nieces immediately.
Haley: …
Haley: ….
Haley: Sarah Murphy sounds beautiful.
Saoirse: I’ll see you for lunch. By then I’ll have an entire list of cute girl names. It’s time a bad bitch runs the mob.
Saoirse: Thank you for talking to me again, sister.
Haley: Just don’t drag me on any more planes with hostile flight attendants again.
Saoirse: LOL. Promise.
Epilogue
Haleystepsoutofthe bathroom and dries her hair with a crisp white towel. She’s completely naked, as she pads into the bedroom of my apartment, and my eyes wander her body, taking in the swells of her breast with droplets of water that have fallen from her hair.
She’s divine. And she’s mine.
She smiles at me as she drops the towel wrapped around her body, and reaches for a hairbrush. Her eyes twinkle as she approaches the bed, sitting at the edge, and my heart leaps forward at the sight. Every day that she’s woken up beside me the last month, I’ve been in complete awe.
She’s forgiven me for not being able to keep her safe the night Kirkland hurt her, and I’m so grateful. I’ve been spending the month making it up to her, worshiping her body when she wakes up in the morning, and every evening as her head hits the pillow beside mine. Plus, all the time in between where I’ve been so lucky to have my lips pressed against her every second that I can.
Haley heads for her side of the bed, sitting on the edge so she can apply lotion. “Why aren’t you dressed yet?” she asks as she licks her lips when she gets sight of my body, clad in only boxers and socks.
″We have a few hours before dinner.” Rounding the corner of the bed, I approach her. She stays transfixed on me as I sink to the floor in front of her.
My mouth presses against her knee as my hands squeeze both thighs and when I look up at her, Haley tilts her head back to let out a gasp. I dig my nails into her thighs, scratching upward until I reach the inner part of them. And I press kisses along her legs. I trail them from her knees, alternating legs with each press of my lips.
I reach her center and her legs sprawl open as she falls back, propping herself up on her elbows. With hooded eyes, she watches me as I spread her open. My tongue swipes at her clit and she trembles under me, moaning when I slip my fingers inside of her.
″Cal,” she sighs, falling back completely against the bed, her legs tightening around my head to pull me into her.
I press my nose against the entrance of her pussy, inhaling the scent of her arousal and she shivers with the sensation. My dick twitches as it hardens with how responsive she is to me.
My phone rings from across the bed and we both groan at the disturbance.
″I’m sorry, love.” I press a kiss to the inside of her thigh, then stand. She laughs as I climb over her to reach for the phone on the nightstand.
I’ve done this purposely so that my cock rests by her mouth. I slide my boxers down and flip the volume switch on my phone to vibrate. Haley’s mouth opens, licking me from the base of my cock to the tip and my entire body stiffens.
She is pure fucking pleasure. I toss my phone on my pillow so the buzzing doesn’t interrupt us.
Her mouth wraps around the tip of my cock as I sit up, resting my knees on either side over her shoulders. Haley’s eyes twinkle as she looks up at me, her hands wrapped around the base of my shaft.
Her nails aren’t painted with color, but they’re neatly manicured and have a clear layer of polish that gives them a shine.
The sight of them wrapped around me causes a scratchy sound to escape my throat. They’re elegant, beautiful tools with long nimble fingers, made to hold a scalpel, and perfect for gripping my hard dick as she strokes me.
Perfect hands for my perfect woman.
″Fuck.” I pull out of her grip, even though I don’t want to, falling over to the side. “Come here, baby.”
Haley’s phone rings as she climbs on top of me. Her eyes roll and she falls forward, huffing in frustration. “If this is your sister blowing us up, I swear to God.”