Meant to Be

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Book: Meant to Be by E. L. Todd Read Free Book Online
Authors: E. L. Todd
Tags: Erótica, Romance, Literature & Fiction, Contemporary, Romantic
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    I knew what he meant. “I haven’t decided yet. It was going to be soon, but then all this bullshit happened.”
    He nodded. “I know she’ll say yes.”
    “I wouldn’t let her say no.”
    He laughed. “That’s a good attitude.”
    We finished our meal then I threw the cash on the table when we were done. As we were headed back to the building, I turned to him. “Are you seeing anyone?”
    “My boyfriend and I have been together for over a year. He just moved in, actually.”
    “That’s cool. What does he do?”
    “He’s a fashion designer.” He said it with pride glowing in his eyes. “Where do you think I get these gorgeous suits from?”
    I smiled. “Clothes are always better when they are free.”
    “Yep. I didn’t think I’d be able to move on after my divorce, but when I met Will, I knew he was the right person for me.”
    “I’m sorry to hear about your divorce.”
    He shrugged. “Some things are n’t meant to last forever. But that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t do them anyway.”
    I replayed his words in my mind as we reached the building. I extended my hand. “Thank you for coming to lunch.”
    “You aren’t going to come inside?”
    I wanted to see Janice, to see if she had forgiven me. But I decided not to. “I know she’s busy.”
    “She’d abandon anything for you.”
    “But I know this job is important to her. It can wait.”
    He nodded. “I’ll make sure to tell her how wonderful you were today.”
    “I’d appreciate that.”
    “Take care, Ryan.”
    “Bye, Cal.” I walked up the street but stopped when he called my name.
    “Basketball on Wednesday?” he asked.
    I smiled. “I’ll be there. ”
     
    I waited for Janice to get home. My suit was back in the closet and I was wearing my jeans and hoodie, back to my normal self. I hoped my gesture meant something to her. But with Janice, I wasn’t sure how she would take it. When I bought her flowers, she acted like I hit her mother with a car. She might be pissed I went to her work and kissed everyone’s ass. I really had no idea how she’d feel about it.
    She finally walked through the door and dropped her keys on the counter and purse on the table. When she noticed me on the couch, she glided to me, an unreadable look in her eyes.
    I waited for her to say something.
    She sat on the coffee table, directly across from me. Her knees were between mine, and her hands gripped the edge of the table. “Cal told me about your lunch date today.”
    “He did?” Come on. Come on.
    She moved to her knees in front of me, directly between my legs.
    My heart rate increased exponentially, rocking my entire chest with the force of its beat.
    “He said you’re a sweetheart.” Her hand unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down the zipper. Every noise was amplified in my ears. Every movement of my jeans echoed. I heard her breaths come out deep and slow. Her breasts were prominent in her dress.
    I cleared my throat. “He did?”
    She nodded then pulled down my briefs. My cock was hard the instant she reached for my pants. It popped out then lay against my stomach. She moved closer to me, her breasts hovering nearby. She grabbed the straps of her dress and pulled them down, revealing her pristine white bra. “He said you apologized to him.”
    “I may have…” I eyed her chest, hardly listening to her at this point.
    She pulled off her bra and tossed it aside.
    I stared at her tits, loving the beautiful sight. I loved those damn things. I could lick them and suck them all day.
    She grabbed my base then squeezed gently. My cock was straight in the air. “I really appreciate that, Ryan.”
    I knew what was going to happen. I took a deep breath before she leaned down and pressed her lips to my tip. I moaned louder than I meant to. It was practically a scream. And then shoved me entirely to the back of her throat. My head rolled back and my hips naturally rocked forward.
    Fuck, yes. I was forgiven.
     
    Janice gave me a look I

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