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“If you’re like your father, you’ll be excellent at it. Oh, sweetheart, these things happen. This is what a real relationship looks like. I know you and Carson were together for a while but there was always a wall. This is what the messy, wild life is like when you are head-over-heels for someone.”

“It’s terrifying,” Natalie admitted.

“Loving someone that much should be. The rewards are worth the risk.”

* * *

Winston took Lucy to dinner at their favourite Persian place after she returned from Stockholm. She was in an excellent mood. She practically threw herself at him afterwards. They ended up in bed together quickly. Winston was surprised she was so forward. There was no in-between with Lucy. She was either a “no” or all-in.

Naked, they kissed like horny teenagers paranoid they could be interrupted by parents at any given moment. Winston barely knew her like this. After all, they’d shagged only once. It was odd. He knew what her hair smelled like. He knew what her skin felt like. He had been sleeping next to her all this time. Winston knew what she looked like with messy hair in the morning. However, he didn’t remember much about the outlines of her body.

Winston took the chance to get a better read on her. He ran down her body and sucked on her nipples. She was easy to please. Lucy seemed to vibrate. Her breath quickened and she almost squeaked. She was loud. He loved it. Her tits were one thing he had not forgotten.

They did not know one another well yet. At least, not in bed. Winston read the pressing of her hips towards him as he worked on his nipples as an invitation to go down on her. However, as soon as he attempted it, she panicked.

Lucy sat up slightly. “Uh, you don’t have to.”

“I want to,” Winston said.

“I just… can you not. I thought you could… can you just fuck me?” She suddenly went from demanding woman to meek girl.

Winston recalibrated, wondering what that was about. It was strange. He didn’t want her to think he was selfish, but his opinion didn’t matter. Not about to press the issue, he kissed Lucy again and they continued, him obliging her. Lucy was easy to bring to orgasm, almost instantly so. His job was easy. Lucy gave direction well. Her moans and panting explained things her words didn’t.

The trouble was, Lucy’s screaming and moaning only made Winston want to cum. He was trying so hard to last an eternity. She screamed his name, and it was over. She was the only one who could call him Tony in such a way and not anger him. He thought it was a curious choice, but it was hot as hell. Lucy had been brave. She knew she’d done something right.

“Sorry,” he apologised, rolling off to the side for a moment. Back to Earth.

“Why? I had fun,” Lucy said.

She lay on her side, tits inches from his face. He could have died happy right there.

“I am glad. I… I wanted it to last longer but you are… you’re a lot of fun.”

“It was great. I needed that more than you knew. I was thinking about it the whole time I was gone.”

Winston dealt with the condom. “Oh, really?”

Lucy stood to let the whining dogs in. Winston appreciated her arse from across the room. The dogs stormed the bed, lying at the foot now. By the middle of the night, Frida would insert herself between them. She was terrible about it. And, more than likely, Holly would do the same.

“It was good, then?” Winston asked.

“If you were doing awful, I wouldn’t have reacted the way I did. I’d have said something. It was great for me. I’m glad we got a hotel room. Because I am going to fuck the living daylights out of you while we’re there.”

Winston wished he wasn’t so knackered. He’d have taken her again. Maybe in the morning?

He kissed her slowly. “I can accommodate you. God, I love you, Lucy.”

Lucy still wouldn’t return his sentiment but looked like she was getting closer. Instead, she put her hand on his cheek sweetly and gave him a long, slow kiss. It said more than she could have in words.

Winston pinched himself. He was in a state of disbelief. He’d wanted every bit of this for so long. Here he was with the woman he’d never been able to get. He was in love with her—every bit of her. He was lucky enough to wake next to her, to kiss her goodbye in the morning, and welcome her home in the evening. And here she was wrapped in his arms. It was heaven to have her warm, soft, naked body pressed against him.

Her practical side returned. “So, are we okay with travel arrangements?”

“Yes,” Winston replied. “Reservation made for my flight; ticket upgraded for yours. Got us a suite at the hotel. It was… meagre but… it’s something.”

“I told you it wasn’t the Four Seasons.”

Winston didn’t want to make her feel bad. The Hilton seemed fine. It wasn’t a place his mother would have stayed at. She’d have whinged incessantly about it. However, it would do to be close to the city and Lucy’s parents. He’d also called The Four Seasons to see if they had any availability. He’d even considered asking George to call for him before realising it was a terrible idea. Only a George or Natalie could have secured something slyly, but he had none of that pull. Instead, Winston would settle for a nice hotel with his girlfriend and let it go.

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