A Millionaire, His Suit And Poor Me – Part 53
I hadn’t planned on sleeping the whole way to the Hamptons. Especially not after Henris came to pick me up in his Audi R8 that I hadn’t seen him drive in ages. But I managed to fall asleep listening to the purr of the engine and Henris’s background music on the stereo, instead of watching him all the time.
It wasn’t until the gravel crunched beneath my tires that I woke up, rubbing my eyes to try to take in my surroundings. The road was demarcated by a strip of trees, behind which I could see a majestic chimney.
“You’re not allowed to describe things anymore,” I said as we rounded a sharp corner. The stone house stood before us, spreading out over a wide green lawn behind mini gardens. To the side, a small garage contained a series of gleaming cars. “A summer house,” I teased. “It’s a castle.”
nse, parking the Audi behind an old white Mu
, perhaps.”
ly hate you if you weren’t so fascinated.”
his face. “Honey,” he mumbled, “so swee
path. On either side, magnificent gardens decorated the lawn, while a marble fountain flowed leisurely in front of us.
clicked the key in the lock and opened the heavy oak door. The walls were painted a soft cream color and the sunlight that came in through the floor
coming, vanilla scent. “All right ?”
’t exist. I had convinced myself that there was no flaw in anything about Henris Steve. Except for the commitment thing.
no longer a potential problem since he knew the type of lipstick I wore.
re often ?” I asked suddenl
mother come, we usually stay here. They prefer it to the city.”
en do they come?”
ake a few calls and then we can make something for lunch.”
e retraced his steps. “No. That’s not what i meant. I meant I’m going to make lunch and you’re going to sit on the counter trying not to be in the way. I wouldn’t want to bu
lusive figure. “I think the correct term is castle!”
. “You don’t have a f*****g indoor bowling alley,
und?” “
adpanned.
your cooking skills.”
managing to type something on the phone with the other. I followed him into the kitchen and stood on the granite counter.
omething into the oven.
be
say? “, I accused, giving him an annoyed look. “And to make matters worse, it’s all British and bossy and all that. Shut up. You’re the one who needs to be gagged.”
abbing the back of his head to pull him closer.
tly and made me moan as instinct seemed to take over.
narrowly avoided the edge of the kitchen table before pushing me against the wall, mouths hot and frantic. He slammed me against th
nt the bed.”
ulled his hair a little rougher. The fact that I was able to beat Henris to a pulp is something I would have been happy about if I hadn’t fallen
d breathlessly, trying to maintain some illusion as he
to worry.
day.”
emanding today.”
, please,”
vish lobby towards the back of the
mouths separated just time to pull the shirt over my head, then we roamed
every now and then to bite and suck a mark on my skin which was fading quickly. I moaned into his neck, lifting up his black shirt
id a finger along the hidden mark in her.
Henris whispered, his voice loud in the
little deeper, certain to leave one on the surface
lor, showing her with a bright smile. “This one is probably going to be there for a while. Not very professional, you
e,” as he pushed me onto my back and crawled on top of me, stopping to suck a small bruise on my hip as he “
ling with the zipper of the Henris’ pants until he sat back down and pushed my hands away with an annoyed grunt, shrugging off his jeans and black underwear as he motioned for me to do the same. Fumbling with my tight jeans, I loved the way Henry’s eyes narrowed and fixed on my hips when I spoke in his
to him and placing himself between my legs,
mb brushing over the dark bruise I had left moments before. Henris’ eyes closed and he leaned back to rest his forehead agai
d my legs higher against his hips, and he gripped my hips again as he thrust
gan moving his hips steadily thrusting into me in a slow, harder, deeper motion, each moan escaping my lips in
our hands clenching on each other’s skin as if we depended on them. Henris was always open like that; lips parted, emotions brilliantly displayed on his face, reddened and
’arrière de sa tête pour le rapprocher.
scraping along his spine, enough to leave on
essing soft curses into my skin. My hips rose to meet his without rhythm as Henri continued to move inside me. “God,” he panted, “you’re so… God, you’re
tarted to lose rhythm as I went over the edge beneath him, shaking as my vision went bla
into each other’s mouths, too exhausted to do anything but lay on top of each other with our chests struggling uncontrollably
trembling kiss on the corner of my mouth. “Forgiven for not having bowling
nris maneuvered to extract himself before dropping to next to me, spreading his long limbs across the expanse of the large bed.
as I moved to settle on his chest, resting my chin on the butterfly tattoo, ankles hooke
y waist. “You are
d a curl of sweat from his face. “I
fingers, fascinated by the way my fingertips reached the first knuckle. against his. Truly, every part of Henri was fascinating: he could ta
d left when I was all
ay. It was really really quick and unexpected. I hid my surprise by pressing my
.” Henris’ mouth turned into a cruel grin.
imagining a little Henris struggling with schoolbooks in the back room of the bakery, pen marks on his hand and flour on his face. “You wanted to take care of your mother
When he left, people still came to me and told me I had to be the man of the house. To be a big boy. That’s what I did. And then I turned 18 and I got this scholarship to New York and my mother forced me
t. Look at you,” I said so
a surprise. I used to send money I got from doing an internship and put a little aside each mon
zy loan, and ran with it.
Henris Steve who was so caring that he felt the need to take responsibility for what he loved; who never opened his incredible mouth
in admiration. “God, I’m so in love with you. Do you know how amazing you are? Your family – I saw it – they love you so much. I know they greatly appreciate everything you have
stopped on mine, wavering warily. I had to do it. I am not a saint, Noras. Especially since I practically stopped talking to them to get everything quickly. Just emails and checks. I needed to control everything. I nee
e care of everyone around you. You don’t have to if it means you have to burn out. You have to take care of yourself now, you know? You’re amazing. You you are the best person I know. Henris, you