hips tightly and pulled her back against him, leaning over her and kissing her neck tenderly as he released his seed within her body. She loved to feel his release inside her, to feel him erupt in her belly, spilling his desire and filling her with it.
She used her inner muscles to squeeze his hard girth until he was completely spent.
* * *
‘I read the manuscript,’ he said. He sat on his big swivel chair. His trousers were back on and Kirsty had freshened herself up in his en suite bathroom. Apart from the cold tea in the pot, there were no clues to the fact that they had just fucked over his desk.
‘And?’ she asked.
He picked up the sheaf of papers that made up her manuscript and flicked through them. ‘A billionaire who revisits his family home and faces the demons that have been haunting him since the death of his older brother?’
She nodded.
He raised an eyebrow. Despite the fact that she had just had him inside her, Kirsty wanted him again.
‘It’s a bit familiar,’ he said.
She shrugged a little shrug.
‘Kirsty, this is our story.’
‘The names are changed,’ she offered.
‘So during our travels in Scotland and the Lake District, every time I saw you typing on your Mac, you were writing about Darkmere House?’
‘Maybe.’
He laughed.
‘There’s just one thing that I must insist on.’
‘Hmm. What’s that?’
‘This couple...your main characters. I must insist that they have an HEA ending.’
‘Oh, you like Happily Ever After endings do you?’
‘In some cases, yes.’
‘I have a meeting in two minutes. Meet me for dinner tonight and we’ll discuss the story further.’
‘Sounds interesting,’ she said, getting up. He came around the desk to meet her and kissed her deeply, his hand dropping to her hips as his mouth explored hers. When they broke, they were both breathless.
‘I’ll see you later,’ she said, smoothing her dress before leaving the office. Outside, Ruth Masterson seemed engrossed in a letter she was typing and waved distractedly at Kirsty. ‘Goodbye, dear. I hope you enjoyed the tea.’
Kirsty smiled and pressed the button for the elevator.
* * *
Tyler watched the London skyline from his window and thought about what he had said to Kirsty. He reached into his jacket pocket and took out a small box. Opening it, he looked at the ring and the bright play of sunlight from the window on the gold band and glistening diamonds.
Happily ever after.
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