Page 153 of Absolution

I’m not sure if it is his words or the intensity of this moment, but I find euphoria as I have never before.

Every time I think he’s about to stop, he keeps going, prolonging the already intense orgasm. I feel him getting bigger, indicating he’s at the edge again too. I meet each of his thrusts, wanting to push him over.

“Fuck,” he growls as he finds his release.

He lays on top of me for a few seconds. I enjoy the power I hold over him. His need for me is intoxicating. He rolls over to the side before pulling me as close as possible. He then kisses the top of my head.

I try to stand, but he stops me.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m getting a towel to clean up. Or did you miss the memo about us being covered by our desire for one another?” When he gets up, it’s my turn to ask, “Where are you going?”

“To take care of my wife.” He stands from the bed before picking me up. I giggle when he throws me over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” I giggle like a schoolgirl.

“I’m going to clean you from head to toe. Then I’m going to have you again.”

How can I complain about that?

* * *

It’s been a few days since Viktor popped the question. I glance at my hand, smiling as I drink in how beautiful my new engagement ring is. It’s simple but stunning and has an old-world charm. It makes me feel connected to Anita’s family roots in Scotland. I never knew what it meant to have a family until they became a part of my life.

“Are you ready?” Anita asks, knocking on my bedroom door.

“Yes.”

“Good. Marco is waiting.” We stroll in silence until we reach the elevator doors. “Don’t be nervous. You remind me of that day I took you to the spa.”

“I forgot all about that day.”

“It was so nice for an old woman like me. I had always wanted a daughter.”

“You will always have one in me.”

“Do you know what kind of dress you want?” she asks as the elevator makes its way down.

“I have no idea. I wasn’t lying when I said I’ve never pictured myself getting married in a white dress. It’s not the sort of thing a girl like me thinks or dreams about.”

She takes my hand. “I’m not sure what you mean by, ‘a girl like you.’ You’re perfect. Too perfect for my son, if you ask me.”

We laugh as the doors open.

“You give me too much credit.”

“And you don’t give yourself enough.”

We’re meeting Tina at the bridal shop. As my best friend, she demanded to be invited. Like I wouldn’t include her. My cell pings. I look at the screen, and it reads husband.

Husband:Have fun today. I’ll be working out of the house, so I have the kids covered. Price isn’t an issue, so go crazy. I love you

His text makes me smile.

“Let me guess… the groom?” Anita teases.

“How did you know?”

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