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I wrapped my legs around him, as he took my shirt off, his eyes roaming over my naked body hungrily. ‘This is how I want you all the time,’ he recommended, kissing every part of me. The granite was cold against my back, offsetting the fire exploding from within me, as his mouth found its way between my legs.

‘Mmmm,’ I moaned as he parted my folds with his fingers and swiped his tongue across my clit. We started on the counter island, but after my first orgasm, we moved to the table where he bent me over and took me from behind.

‘You sure know how to work up an appetite,’ he teased, cleaning my back and my ass after he finished.

‘Me?’

‘Yes you,’ he responded, as I was still bent over the table, while he reached over for a piece of toast.

I went to move. ‘No, stay, I like the view.’

I smiled, feeling self-conscious. ‘Thanks, but I’d appreciate the view of your amazing body too.’

He let me turn around, and I ran a finger over his abs, and he ran one up my stomach, to my ribs that were noticeable.

He looked me over and said in a concerned tone. ‘Don’t get me wrong, I’m proud that you accomplished a healthy weight, but maybe…’

‘I know, I need to put on a few pounds. I lost a lot when I was sick...’

‘I liked you before too,’ he confessed to me. ‘So don’t ever feel like you need to keep this up for me.’

‘Well, I didn’t like the look of me before, and I didn’t feel right in that body. Besides, before you wouldn’t have been able to pick me up and carry me to bed like you did last night.’

He tilted his head and nodded. ‘As much as I want to stay home and make love to you all afternoon, I really must go met Joe. A few clients still need driveways done, and we have an interior job to finish up before New Year’s. You going to be ok here?’

‘Always,’ I assured him as he took the final bite of his French toast.

‘That, by the way,’ he said, pointing to his empty plate, ‘is by far the best French toast I’ve ever had, and I’m not saying that because we’ve just done it all over the house for the better part of the past 10 hours.’ He winked, picked his boxers and shirt off the floor, tossing me the latter, then went back into our bedroom.

CHAPTER 22

JESSA

When my father was finally released from the hospital in Boston, he and my mother came out to the Cape. Kathy had been to the house to clean up, while Drew and a few guys rearranged his office to accommodate the new bed that had been delivered.

I wasn’t able to be there for obvious reasons, so I spent the morning shopping online. Which involved a very awkward conversation with Drew earlier in the day.

‘I need some more clothing, especially since I’ve decided to stay here through Christmas,’ I had told Drew while lying in bed after an enthusiastic round of morning sex.

‘Why not get Breton to bring your things. I’ve seen your closet, it's not like you’ve got much.’

I rolled over on my side and looked at him, trailing my fingers up and down his abs. I didn’t think I would ever tire of admiring his body.

‘I’m going back in the New Year,’ I told him, and not for the first time. ‘I’ve got to tie up everything.’

Drew groaned. He hated the fact that I was planning on going back, he hated the idea of being apart, even for a short time just as much as I did. He was also almost as terrified as I was that I’d get caught.

‘Are you planning on going to the mall?’ His voice was concerned like it always was when I mentioned the possibility of leaving the house and venturing out in public.

‘Not the best idea, I was planning on online shopping. But I can’t really use the UK card I have…’ I told him, a bit embarrassed to ask to use his.

‘Use mine,’ he said casually as if it was nothing.

‘I’ll pay you back,’ I voiced my intention to him, resetting my hand on his chest and looked up to him.

He shook his head, ‘There’s no need.’

‘Um…’ I didn’t know how to start this. ‘I wanted to buy some nice things.’

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