Page 51 of Shameless
Michael pointed at my feet, and I nodded, giving him permission. As he gently rubbed the pain, he said, “My father had his barrister speak to mine, and we are drawing up documents together, concerning my sister and my money that is separate from what’s entailed.”
I leaned back as he was doing a better job than I had been with my feet. “So you told your parents I was pregnant?”
“No,” he said and stared at me quizzically.
I stared at him and tilted my head. “No?”
My heart pounded in my head at the thought that my friends had read me all wrong. Love wasn’t something that came on easy, ever. It was hard, fought for, and difficult to maintain. The truth was Michael and I were easy.
“I’m not embarrassed or anything,” he said and gave a half smile as though to calm me down. “You were there the last time I saw them, and that should be an in-person discussion. However, I assumed they already knew. We’ll discuss it tomorrow at tea.”
For the time being, I was good. I needed to stop thinking about feelings and love and whatever that meant. I stood, not caring the door was open, and unzipped my dress.
The way I felt about Michael wasn’t something I could label. I wasn’t sure. He held his tie as he stared at me above him, and my lips curved higher on my face.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
Sex I understood. I dropped my dress as I stood above him in my black panties and bra. “Oh, I’m breaking all sort of rules tonight. This is your house, no?”
He traced the inner part of my thigh as he stood and pointed outside the room. “I’m sure you could lean over this balcony, and no one would see me inside you.”
The garden was safe. We weren’t showing all of London what we did best.
I winked then took his hand and led him out the glass door. “Let’s find out, darling.”
Being together was good. Nothing else should matter, especially feelings. We had a deal, and I refused to be the one to break any rules.
Chapter Eighteen
Michael
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The nightingales were singing, and the lights that made walking in the backyard possible were all glowing softly.
I froze as my mind raced and thought maybe I was wrong about being safe. Maybe some staff member might look up—or some nosy neighbor with binoculars as we were in London.
I swallowed and held still. “Maybe we should go into our bedroom and close the door in case someone wants to spy on us.”
“Relax.” She walked to the ledge and dropped her bra, making my heart thunder. “Let’s live dangerously.”
Half of me wanted to protect her and bring her inside. The other half of me was hooked by her daring. So I unbuttoned my shirt, left it on a chair, and unzipped my pants as I followed her.
She lowered herself to look down. “So if I lean like this…”
I was hard and ready. As I reached to roll her panties down, I ripped a hole in them.
She stood to look but her gaze went to my stiff dick.
“I’ll buy you a new pair.”
She winked at me and wiggled her backside.
I entered her soft, folded center, and she let out a small sigh and said, “Ohhh.”
I kissed her shoulder. She was perfect and took all of me. She moaned, and her body was clearly ready as she let out her sexy sounds.
We set a rhythm, and moment later, she orgasmed. My hands gripped her thighs, but I needed to see her.
