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Chapter NINETEEN
Carina
For the second morning I wake up with a blissful sense of happiness expanding my chest. It takes only a moment to remember I'm in bed with the sexiest man alive and his arms are wrapping me like a protective iron bubble. I can't keep my hands off Jared.
As the time for our parting comes closer, my body cries out to possess him even louder. It's morning, meaning it's been hours since I touched him and felt his dominant caress on my body. I need him again.
The instant I wriggle in his solid grasp he cups my breasts, rolling the nipples until they poke out hard. I try to turn over, writhing under the weight of his biceps so I can face him. He prevents my move and instead, rolls me on top of him, but facing away.
I'm straddling his hard lower abs and his impressive cock is standing up between my thighs. I spit saliva in my hands and rotate both of them around the steel length, enjoying the feral gruff sounds behind me. When I steal a peek over my shoulder, Jared is grinning, his hands in back of his head, enjoying my performance.
I bend forward to lick the pearl at the tip of his shaft, giving him a juicy display of my ass and pussy which is still swollen from last night's fun. Then Jared binds my ankles in his grip and pulls out my folded knees so, with only a shriek from me, I'm lying on top of his ridged rocky torso with his face buried between my legs, licking and nipping at every fold.
Fuck, he really knows how to take care of a girl. Giving me his expert tongue so I don't bruise any more down there. Sprawled across a platter of steel abs, I get to work vigorously on his perfect dick, opening my mouth wide to take it all in.
After, we lie spent on the bed and each other, in the same sixty nine position. Instead of Jared kissing the top of my head like he does as we cuddle, he plants little kisses on my contented pussy while I hold his dick in my lips, still stunning in girth even as it softens.
I do not want to leave this guy to go home and help Mellie. Not for one second. He feels the same as he gets in the shower with me, unwilling to be apart. The coming separation is tearing me up so I have to put it out of my mind, enjoy being lathered by Jared's strong hands and think about breakfast.
We eat in bed, still in the over-size white robes, watching Netflix. Well, I'm watching, Jared's on his phone doing business. He doesn't take his gaze off me as he walks up and down the room, hammering out a deal or some orders and leans in for a kiss and a bite of egg with smoked salmon that I feed him between calls.
Once we're dressed, he takes my hand to lead me to the elevator, then across the underground lot where he keeps the crazy amazing Lamborghini. The thing prowls along the street like a panther stalking a herd of gazelle.
“Babe, you remember the way to my parent's house?” I say, when I notice we're heading to a swankier neighborhood at the edge of town in the opposite direction.
“Quick detour, Darlin',” he replies, squeezing my hand. “There's someone I want you to meet.”
We roll through some gates and an area of parkland that makes me think of English stately homes, or maybe a golf club. Then we pull up at a two story mansion, more like a five star hotel. What's happening? It's too early for lunch.
“Good morning, Mr Helmsley,” the woman at reception is deferential although she can't resist a twinkle at Jared. I reach out to take his hand in mine.
“Good morning, Miss Davey,” Jared replies, giving me a squeeze. “How is she today?”
“She's a little disoriented. You should be prepared.”
“Okay.” Jared nods and his grasp on my hand tightens quite a bit as he leads me up the stairs and along a corridor of rooms. Just as I'm realizing this is some very swanky care facility, we come to a wooden door with a brass handle that Jared presses down on.
“Who are you?” the older lady sitting in an armchair with her back Victorian-straight inquires.
“It's Jared, Mom. I brought someone I wanted you to meet.”
Her eyes swivel to me and I force a smile through my irrational nervousness. I've never actually met my lover's mother before and am unsure of the protocol.
“Carina, this is my mom, Angeline.”
“What a beautiful name,” I whisper, looking at Jared questioning with my eyes. What's wrong with her? She seems so healthy, her fragility a part of her stature rather than decimation from illness.
“Are you Prudence?” the lady, Jared's mother I mean, inquires. My god, he brought me to meet his mother.
“No mom, Prue is your sister. This is Carina, my girlfriend.”
My stupefied shock multiples when he uses the G word and my legs wobble. Jared Helmsley is calling me his girlfriend. We're a thing? We're doing the meet the parents thing. Shit.
“She thinks I'm her father,” he murmurs into my ear.
“What are you saying?” Angeline inquires.
“He just said you're the most beautiful girl he's ever seen,” I reply, letting go of Jared's hand and crossing the spacious room to crouch down in front of his mother.
