Page 74 of I Dreamt Of You

“It’s creepy when you watch me sleep,” she smiles, not opening her eyes, moving towards me, her head resting against my chest.

“I enjoy it though, I love watching you look so peaceful, and beautiful.” Her hand trails circles over my chest, her fingers light against my skin.

“Mmm.” I can’t resist her, pulling her in close. I match what she is doing, trailing my fingers over her shoulder, waist, hip and over the curve of her stomach.

“Mmm...that feels good, if you carry on like that, we’ll have a repeat performance of last night,” she giggles as I slide my hand down her thigh, lifting her leg so it’s draped over mine. My cock is already hard, just thinking about what we did last night.

“I wouldn’t mind a repeat of last night…” I position myself so she can feel how hard I am against her, but she wiggles away from me.

“We have way too much to get through today, plus if we repeat what we did last night, I won’t be able to move afterwards.” She smiles and climbs out of bed; I watch as she walks naked to the bathroom. Cold shower it is then or I could join her in the shower. I quickly get my ass out of bed and walk to the bathroom; the shower is already on. I stand in the doorway, watching as she washes her hair. Everything she does turns me on, it’s hard to concentrate on anything else when she is around.

Opening the shower door, I step in, just as she is rinsing the shampoo out of her hair. She smiles at me when she sees me, shaking her head slightly, she knows she wants me just as bad as I want her.

“You’re relentless,” she says when I take her in my arms, hot water soaking us both.

“I know, but everything you do makes me react like this, so it’s your own fault really.” She laughs when I poke her with my erection. It’s music to my ears, I’ll never tire of that sound. Her laugh trails off when I kiss her, my hand instantly finding the hot wetness between her thighs. Pushing her up against the shower wall while kissing down her neck to her chest, I take a hard nipple in my mouth and graze it with my teeth. When I slide two fingers into her, her gasp just makes me harder and more determined to make her come, twice if I have my way.Pressing my thumb against her clit I move my fingers slowly in and out, building her up, tugging on her nipple, she moans my name and I can tell she’s close. Curling my fingers slightly inside her, I reach that spot that takes her over the edge. Gripping my shoulders, she leans her head back against the wall, while she rides the orgasm, moving her hips in time with my fingers,

“Jack…oh god…” When I tug her nipple one last time, she explodes around my fingers. She’s so god damn sexy when she comes, I love it. I love her.

I replace my fingers with my hardness. Lifting her up, her legs wrap around my waist. Teasingly, I slowly push myself into her; I can feel the aftershocks of her orgasm around me. With one hand on the wall and one hand wrapped around her waist, I thrust deeply into her, savouring the moment. When I start thrusting into her, I’m lost in the pleasure, with my own need taking over, and Millie taking me as deep as she can. It’s fucking heaven.

“I’m not going to last long, Millie…fuck you feel so good.”

“Harder…” she says. “I’m so close, harder!” I slam into her, feeling her walls tighten around me with each thrust, my own cock twitching, aching for release. I’m a goner; nothing makes sense anymore, the feeling of her, fucking her, loving her. Spilling myself into her as she comes with me, I lean against her, taking her mouth with mine, as she drains every last drop from me; I can barely stand. Hell, I can barely breathe. That was…fucking hell…perfect. Hot, sexy, wet and mine, in all the best ways. “Fuck…this is what you do to me,” I say as we untangle our bodies. She kisses me, like she never wants to let go.

“That’s whatyoudo to me,” she says. We spend the next few minutes lazily washing each other. I know we have a shit ton of stuff we need to do today, but fuck me, I never want to leave this woman’s side. I hope one day she realises just how much shemeans to me, and how I could never hurt her. Tonight, might just be the night.

The day passes in a flash of frenzied activity—everyone is doing something, from photographers to wedding couples, more guests arriving and last-minute prep. Millie has been on top of it all, making sure everything is perfect. Everyone knows what they need to do, and by three o’clock, I see it’s all done. Millie’s at one of the tables off to the side of the room, looking over her lists to make sure everything’s done. Dan and I have been working on my speech; it’s one of the few times I actually get to speak to some of my employees in the same room. So it has to be good; some of these people have been working with me for years, while others, only a few months.

Dan says my speech is too serious, which is why he adds in what I can’t, a lighter side to my serious nature. Always has done, in any situation. Even when my mom passed away when I was eight, leaving me and Em with Dad, who did his best. Or when Dad was diagnosed with cancer when I was seventeen, and passed away two years later, leaving me and Em heartbroken. But Dan was always there making me feel better, in the way only Dan can, witty and clueless.

“All done. You need to practise so you don’t have to look at it too much. What time’s the speech?” Placing a printed copy in front of me, I fold it and place it in the inside pocket of my suit jacket. I’ll look at it later.

“Eight, just before everyone’s seated for dinner.” Millie chimes in, “We need to head off soon and start getting ready, I’m so excited. Oh, you need to be one of the first to welcome everyone,” she says.

An hour later, Millie climbs back into my car, after getting her things to get ready at Em’s. Dan and I have to go back to the hotel for six to start welcoming everyone, and hand the gift bags as we go, so the girls are getting ready at Em’s and coming together later on.

“Sometimes I think I’ve lost my mind.” She laughs to herself when getting back into the car.

“What makes you say that?” I turn to frown at her as I start the car back up.

“Lately, I’ve been misplacing things, well not really misplacing things, but I could have sworn I got all my stuff ready for tonight, all ready on the bed, just to pick up and go, but I must have dreamt it as nothing was as out. I hadn’t done it. It’s weird, but I’ve had a lot on my mind lately. It’s not the first time either,” she sighs, fastening her belt as I pull off the drive.

“That’s true, what else has happened?” She spent the next fifteen minutes telling me all the little stories about the coffee, her stuff being in odd places, the key bowl moving and clothes being put back when she thought she got them out ready. She laughs at herself, but the information sits in the pit of my stomach, making me feel uneasy.

“Well, in two weeks I won’t have to worry so much, I’ll be full-time self-employed launching Milliecan.”I love the name of her business, it’s everything it needs to be, and it’s a big fuck you to Glen,I think internally, smiling to myself.

“You have had a rough few weeks, it makes sense. Tiredness and stress can do strange things to a person, even one as smart and beautiful as you,” but even as I say it, something feels off. I don’t like the feeling I have about what she’s said.

Arriving back at the Manor, Dan heads to check in with the events team and the staff on duty tonight, while I head over to Owen and Leon in the bar. I need to check the security for tonight. It won’t get out of hand, but we need to make sureeveryone is safe, drunk or not. They are still my employees, and I’m responsible for them all.

As I approach, I can see they are having a hushed but heated discussion. Leon, looking really pissed off, sat on the edge of the chair, leaning over his knees. He was pointing an accusing finger at Owen, who had his head in his hands, looking sorry for himself. I only catch the end of the conversation.

“.... you’re in the wrong, you need to tell him the truth…” He stops when he sees me.What is that about?You never see the two of them like this, that’s why they make such a good team, and why I hired them.

“Everything okay? Tell who what?” I ask. Owen just looks at me, sighs and asks me to sit down.

“Shit man, I fucked up.” Owen’s head lowers, running his hands through his hair and over his face. My stomach sinks a little more, he never fucks up.

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