Page 155 of The Perfect Mistake

“We’re dating now,” I say. My voice still comes out a bit shy. It’s hard to wrap my head around. Alec Connovan’s girlfriend. Connie knows, but we haven’t been out to dinner with her and Gabriel, yet, or gone to any events together. Tonight is our first time all on our own. She’s watching her niece and nephew, and the penthouse is entirely quiet for the first time since I’ve moved in.

“Yes,” Alec says. “Is this because you think it’s what I want? Because I don’t.”

I smile at him. “So when I start working at the studio in a few weeks, and you have to find a new nanny? Where will they live?”

“I’ll find a rental or something nearby,” he says. “Or you move in here, with me, into the master bedroom. I want you sleeping here every night.”

I stroke him again, slow and hard. “I want that, too,” I say. “But I want my own place. It’s too early, however much I love you, to move in together completely.”

I’m afraid it’ll kill us before we’ve properly begun. We need time to settle into a new routine, for me to find footing in the new studio I’m a part of creating, before Alec and I move in together. And when we do, I want it to be official. Not me just slotting into his life, but the two of us building one together.

The idea of us makes me feel so happy my chest aches.

“Mm-hmm. I see what you mean, even if I don’t agree.” He groans and leans his head back against the pillow. “Okay. I’ll help you look for an apartment nearby.”

“This is a very convenient position to have you in when I want to get my way.”

“Oh, you could ask me anything right now and I’d say yes.”

I smile at him. “Where do you see our future?”

He groans. “Okay, not what I meant.”

That makes me chuckle. “I want to rebuild my career, have a small place that’s actually mine… and date you. I want to be here for family dinners and get to know the kids more, and I want to go with you on business trips so we can get some alone time. I want to be your girlfriend. That’s what I want.”

Alec nods. “Yes. That’s… yes. That’s what I want, too. Except with you sleeping here every night.”

I tighten my grip, and a breath hisses out of him. “Many nights I will,” I say. “But not all.”

“I guess,” he grunts out, “I’ll find a way to survive.”

Chuckling again, I lean over him, my long hair falling across his legs. “Tell me what kind of future you see for us.”

Then, I take the swollen head of his cock inside my mouth. He curses, and I hold still, letting him rise to the brink of eruption but never crossing over. I love doing this. I only discovered it a few days ago, and now it’s my favorite thing to do to make him fall apart.

He likes doing it to me too… but I’m left too weak to stand after, and that won’t do when we have a date night planned.

Alec takes a deep breath. “Right. I see…. I see… you with me. You find your footing. Your dance studio becomes… argh, fuck. Okay. It becomes very successful. You love what you do and I love watching you be happy. When the time is right, I finally convince you to move in with me…” His breathing catches and his stomach muscles tighten, and I lift my head again. Watch his cock twitch and hear him groan.

“Devil,” he mutters.

I chuckle and put him back in my mouth. Continue, I say, a hum around his girth.

He obliges. “You move in with me. The kids love you, obviously. By then, they really want you to move back in too. We go on a beautiful trip somewhere. I ask… shit. Okay. I ask you to marry me.” He’s looking down at me with dark eyes, sweat beads on his brow. And he looks completely serious.

A warmth starts low in my stomach.

“You say yes,” he says hoarsely. “On our wedding day, we… well. We do various versions of this. After the ceremony.”

I want to smile at that one. I nod instead, my head bobbing along his length.

“And then,” he murmurs, his hand brushing my hair back and his eyes warming, “I get to spend the rest of my days making you happy. We can have another kid or two, if you want. We do lots of this… God, the thought of trying to get you pregnant makes me—” He cuts off with a choke and drops his head back again. I pull my mouth off him just in time to stop him from coming, and he curses in frustration.

I smile at him. “You done?”

“I was done ten minutes ago,” he mutters. He reaches for his cock, so swollen now it looks painful. “Come here. Tell me what you thought of my plan while I’m inside you.”

He sits up and grabs at my panties. I lift my hips and let him peel the garment down my legs, and revel in the hoarse groan that follows. “Yes,” he mutters, a thumb stroking between my legs. “So wet for me, sweetheart.”

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