Page 114 of Fix You

Placing her palms on the cushion, Maeve pushed herself back against me in time to meet my thrusts. After a few moments, she started climbing to another orgasm. “Feels. So. Good.”

My reply came in the form of deep grunts and groans. It wasn’t long before the combination of our exertions caused her to come again. As she tensed, my motions sped up as I grew close to the edge. With her walls still milking my cock, I came with a shout, barking out her name as I collapsed over on her back.

I remained lying against her back, until she wiggled under me. “Babe, I’m starting to lose feeling in my feet.”

“Fuck, Maeve, I’m sorry.”

When I moved, she rolled over to flop down on the couch. With a satiated grin, she stared up at me. “Best. Surprise. Ever.”

With a chuckle, I slid off the condom and started back to the kitchen to toss it in the trash. “You owe it all to Gianni. He’s the one who suggested I come over,” I said.

“I’ll have to make more Mince Pies for you to take back with you to show my thanks,” she called.

With a grunt, I tossed the condom and then came back to the living room. “I’m not sure I like the idea of you feeding my brother.”

“Seriously, Rafe?” she questioned, as I flopped down on the couch beside her.

“What can I say? I’m a jealous bastard.”

As she snuggled against me, Maeve replied, “You’re the only Neretti brother who I want.”

“But as an Italian, it means something when you feed someone.”

She swirled her fingers across the ink on one of my tattoos. “He only gets to eat my food. You get to eat my pussy.”

With a growl, I pulled her into my lap. “Mm, you and that filthy mouth.”

A gasp of pleasure escaped her lips as I drew my teeth up her throat. “You’ve been a bad influence,” she protested breathlessly.

“Have I now?”

“But in a good way,” she replied with a wink.

“I’ll take it.”

As I gazed around the apartment, I took in Maeve’s home. Like the Kavanaugh mansion, Maeve had an appreciation for antiques. But there was nothing austere about her home. It was cozy and welcoming. I”d seen bits and pieces of it during our Facetimes.

“What were you doing today before I swept in to surprise you?”

“Studying. I have a test in macroeconomics tomorrow.”

“Sounds boring as hell.”

She playfully elbowed me. “I happen to love all aspects of economics.”

“And I love that nerdy brain of yours that’s filled with facts and figures.”

“That sounds more like it,” she replied. Tilting her head at me, she asked, “Are you hungry?”

“A little. I had a bite on the jet.”

“I’ve got some things here I could cook, or I could take you to one of my favorite restaurants.”

“Tesoro, I have no intention of wearing clothes while I’m here.

She frowned. “But I wanted to show you around Dublin like you did with me and New York.”

“Unless we can do it naked, I’m not interested.”

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