Page 11 of Just in January

If this is love, I want it. The problem is, she’s so young and has her whole life ahead of her. I couldn’t ask her to be a recluse with me up here on the mountain. My fingers lace together as I lie on my back in bed, staring at my ceiling while the dawn’s light creeps through the window.

She’d be excellent at playing hostess here, though. I need someone like that. Not just for business.

For me.

These last couple of weeks have moved fast, and she will probably freak out if I tell her exactly what I want: her as my wife, running this business with me, and pregnant with my babies. Multiple.

It’s foolish to do all this when we barely know each other, right?

Then I think about the last lonely seven years and wonder how I survived without knowing her. Maybe I spent that time alone, waiting just for this moment, and now that it’s here, I should take action.

I know what I’ll do. I’ll make this place so charming and loving that she won’t want to leave. I won’t ask her to stay, but if she chooses to, I’ll marry her the first chance I get.

On that note, I throw my blanket onto the floor and do what I should have done last night and crawl into bed with her. She barely stirs as I slide underneath the sheets and get between her little legs. Her wintry musk greets me, sending the blood pumping to my groin. Yes, if I do this every morning, she won’t want to leave.

A whimper sings in my ears as she stretches, and I grind against the mattress to relieve pent up pressure in my dick. With one finger, I hook the crotch of her panties and slide them aside.

“What? Justin?”

Growling, I place a firm palm against her taut stomach. “Lie back.”

Then, I dive into her with my full face. Maybe it’s because Kimberley never really liked oral, but I love to spend time between January’s thighs. When I toss her feet over my shoulders, she inches her core closer to my nose as I lick and suck, flick and bite on her clit. She’s absolutely soaking wet when I slide one finger, then another, inside her while pulling on that sensitive part of her flesh. A deep moan from her chest is my reward, as is the magical taste of her that greets my mouth as she comes.

“Mr. Grant!”

“Oh, fuck!” Without meaning to, I explode into my boxers while grinding on the bed. It’s that name she calls me.Her boss. I shouldn’t do this with her.

But I can’t stop, either.

Crawling over top of her on my elbows, I peer down at her shocked and worried face. “I should have stayed with you last night. I’m sorry.”

A grin tugs at the corners of her blush lips as she weaves her fingers through my hair. “It’s okay. I missed you.”

When I speak, a huff of relief precedes it. “Really? Me, too.” I roll onto my side and scoop her into my arms. My beard nuzzles against her warm shoulder as I pull the blanket up around us. “If you want to sleep more, feel free. I’m not going anywhere.”

The bed dips as she squirms. “I should get up and make us breakfast.”

Gripping her hip, I pull her back to me. “Nah. We’re good. Unless you’re hungry.”

She half turns to peek at me. “Not yet.”

It’s a rare event, but a satisfied smile grips my mouth as I settle back into the bed. “I was hoping you’d be able to help me paint the master bedroom today. There’re plenty of paint colors to choose from. What would you want to paint it?”

“Y-you wantmeto pick out a color for your room?”

Holding my breath, I try not to ask if she wants it to be her room, too. I can’t put that kind of expectation on her. “Yeah.”

Some of her blonde hair tickles my cheeks as she flips around to face me, her face beaming. “Yes! I’d love to.”

My warm sunshine…

“Great.” Smacking her butt, I slide to the edge of the bed. “Then let’s eat and get started.”

After another amazing meal together, we prepare the room for painting. She goes through the cans that are leftover fromvarious projects and holds up one. “You seem like a midnight blue kinda guy.”

I arch an eyebrow at it and nod. “Good choice. I like it. You ever paint before?”

She shakes her head. “Not something like this.”

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