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CHAPTER 36

LIZZY

BLISSFUL BUBBLE

We’ve only been back from Bend for a few days, but it already feels like we've fallen into such a blissful little bubble together. The last few nights, we’ve either made dinner or ordered in food. I love that he already knows better than to ask me to cook. We’ve spent the nights reading together by the fire or working out or just enjoying being snuggled up on his couch.

And the sex.

I knew there were perks to dating a man a few years younger than me, but he's relentless. He gives me everything I want and even some things I didn’t know I needed. All of it without judgement or questioning, just that always present look of love and need that he shows me.

It just feels like everything has gotten better now that we’re actually dating. Which makes dinner with Jessica tonight bittersweet. It’s one of the first nights in weeks I’ve been away from Clay, but I was looking forward to seeing her and now it’s just the two of us.

“So your husband didn’t come with you after all?” I look at Jessica from across the table.

She shrugs, taking another sip of her wine. “Nope. Trip got pushed back. It’s too warm in Park City now, so no spring skiing. He decided to stay home and save his vacation time.”

I take a deep breath before taking a long sip of my wine.

“Good, because I wanted to talk to you about actual work related things.”

She flicks her eyebrows, telling me to go on.

“Well, just one big thing. ”

She props an elbow on the table, holding her chin between her thumb and forefinger. “You’re really building up the anticipation here, girl.” She smirks back at me, taking another drink.

“I’m taking the plant up on their offer. I’m going to be here full time.” I start rambling a mile a minute, nervous to tell my closest work friend, my mentor, that I won’t be working for her anymore. “Obviously, we’ll still work together on projects and things here and there. And I’m always going to be grateful-”

She reaches a hand across the table, grabbing mine. “Lizzy, it’s fine. I was hoping this is what you wanted to tell me.”

I look back at her, remembering how she recruited me to Fischer and how much I’ve grown under her. But I’ve been in Utah nearly two months now and I feel like I’ve grown so much personally by removing myself from my life back in Ohio.

I squeeze her hand. “It just feels right. I want another new challenge. This has been the fresh start I needed. Thank you for understanding and thank you for suggesting this in the first place.”

She shrugs and winks. “I had a feeling it would be a good fit, especially after how much you raved about your Wyoming trip and how happy Veronica is now.” She lets go of my hand, grabbing her wine glass and swirling it around before grinning back at me. “Now, would that roommate of yours have anything to do with this too?”

I feel my cheeks flush and a nervous laugh escape me. I peer at her over the rim of my wine glass. “Boyfriend now, not roommate. He certainly made the choice easier, but this is still for me. He doesn’t even know I’ve made up my mind yet.”

“I never thought I’d see the day that Lizzy Frank would get tied down by another man.”

I laugh, this time out of pure amusement. “You wouldn’t say that if you met him.” I smile to myself, thinking about Clay is the exact opposite of that. He’s the only person I’ve known that’s completely accepted all of me and wants more. “He knows I’m going to do whatever I want and he’s more than ok with that.”

She shakes her head in approval. “Good for you, girl. I’m happy for you.”

When I get back to Clay’s house, what might be our home sooner than later, I’m more than excited when I find him reading by the fire with Ani. He’s shirtless, wearing just a pair of gray sweats and his glasses with a glass of whiskey on the end table. This is the sight I dream of coming home to.

And now, knowing that I’m going to be living in Utah full time, giving us a real chance, it doesn’t feel like such a crazy dream.

I walk in from the kitchen and Ani gets up from his bed, coming over to me. “Who’s my good boy ?” I lean down to scratch him behind his ears, which I learned is his absolute favorite spot. I look over to see Clay smiling and rolling his eyes over his glasses at me. “Jealous?” I give him a playful look.

He scoffs. “We’ll see what you’re calling me later, but I doubt it will be good boy. ”

I hum thoughtfully, walking towards his chair. When he sees me in my black sweater dress, the one I had on that night at Roxy’s, he sets down his book and watches me stride up next to him.

“What were you reading?” I ask, standing behind him, between the chair and the fire, looping my arms around his neck.

He grabs my hands, kisses my wrists and splays my fingers out over his broad, warm chest. “Nothing too exciting. Mostly just killing time waiting for you to get back. ”

He leans his head back enough for me to look into his eyes. His fierce green eyes that always have that hungry look and take my breath away each time. It’s almost enough to make me want to tell him I’m taking the job here, right now. But I want to take care of some things in the office first and make it official with HR tomorrow.

I drop my head, bringing our lips together, palming the sides of his face in a short kiss. “Good, because I would be pissed if you were reading something fun without me.” I stand, slowly walking around the chair, tracing my finger down his shoulder, until I’m in front of him. “And I’m glad you’re up, I wanted to spend some time with you tonight.”

I step forward, bringing my knees onto the chair on either side of his broad thighs, settling myself down into his lap. He groans as I put my weight down against his stiff length. He’s already so hard I can feel him even through his thick sweatpants. I give him a playful smirk. “Looks like you wanted to spend some time with me too.”

His teeth dig into his bottom lip as his eyes run up from my bare legs to the hem of my dress and over my breasts. “I’d spend every second of every day with you if I could.” He leans forward, pressing kiss after kiss to my neck, his big, rough hands running up my thighs sending shivers up my spine and heat to my already aching core.

His hands run higher up my thighs and his lips meet mine. I open my mouth for him and his tongue finds mine. I feel his hands stop when he reaches my hips. He pulls away from the kiss just enough to whisper. “Did you forget to wear panties to dinner, princess?”

“I’m not that wild.” I nip playfully at his bottom lip. “I took them off before I came inside - told you I wanted to spend some time with you tonight.”

“Fuck me,” he says through a strangled breath.

I grind myself down onto his lap, making him groan through his gritted teeth. “Take my dress off already. ”

He wastes no time in running his hands further up my hips, under my dress, along my ribs and over my bra until the dress is lying on the floor. His eyes snag on my breasts, covered in my favorite lacy bra. “Were you planning this?”

His eyes rake over my body again. Between the heat from the fireplace and his scorching gaze, I feel emboldened. He never fails to make me feel special, like I’m the only thing in his world. Like he wants me, exactly how I am.

I bite my lip and nod back at him, leaning forward to loop my arms around his neck. “Now what are we going to do about these pants?” I flick my eyes down to where I’m grinding against his erection.

“You’re so damn wet, princess.” He brings his lips to mine for a brief kiss. “I can already feel you even with these damn pants on. So do you want me to fuck you here or in bed? Because I know you’re ready for me.”

I lean forward, bringing my lips to his ear, savoring the feeling of his stubble against my heated cheeks. “Take the pants off and find out.”

He lifts me up off of his lap with one burly arm, sliding his pants down with the other and kicking them away. I sit back down, instantly feeling his hard, throbbing length against my wet heat. Instinctively, I grind myself up and down along his shaft, loving every second of the feeling against my swollen clit. I feel that knot of tension low in my stomach, the one it seems like he’s always tying and untying.

He leans toward me, pressing our chests together. “You’re already close and I’m not even inside you.” His low, husky voice only builds every sensations even higher. He just pushes my buttons so easily, so quickly and I’m already needy for him. He must sense it because he rocks his hips into me, giving me that friction I’m desperate for.

“Fuck. Yes. I’m so close.” I pant against his neck, holding him tighter .

“Good,” he praises softly into my ear. “My cock is your toy tonight. However you need it. Grind on it, ride it, sit on it. However you need me, because I'm all yours, Lizzy.”

I’m so close, so ready to give in. His praises fill that spot in me that no one ever has.

But then again, I’m me.

I bring my lips to his ear. “But does it vibrate?”

I hear a low laugh rumble from his chest when he grips my hips tightly. He pulls me against his length while thrusting his hips up into me. In an instant, I feel the pressure and the friction I need, grinding myself against him. I feel each pulsing vein of his cock dragging along my clit and the warmth of his body against mine. All of the blissfully overwhelming sensations unleash that knot of tension into a wave of pleasure as I fall apart in his lap, coming so hard I see stars.

I collapse into his chest when he whispers into my ear. “No. But it does that.” He kisses me just under the shell of my ear, sending a shiver through my body. “Brat.”

“Fuck you, Clay.” I whimper into his neck, not meaning the words while I nuzzle his collar bone.

My head stays pressed against his warm neck while his big hands cup my ass, lifting me off his lap. I suddenly miss the warmth of his body against mine, the friction, the closeness to him.

He breathes against my neck. “It does this too.” I feel him notch himself at my entrance. Before I can prepare myself, he quickly lowers me back down on to his length, impaling me with his cock still soaked with my wetness. In a second, I feel every sweet, delicious inch of him invade me, fill me, and stretch me.

I gasp into his neck, still sensitive from my own orgasm.

“You didn’t think you could sit in my lap without panties and not get this dick now, did you?” His voice is low and raspy against my neck. A whimper of a laugh escapes my lips between panted breaths. “That's what I thought.”

He grips my ass harder, guiding me up and down on him, stretching and making me feel full like only he can.

“God, you’re so ready for me. You’re doing so good, riding this cock, taking all of me.”

I rock up and down in his lap in sync with his thrusts, swiveling my hips to take every bit of him. The way he palms my ass, guiding me and manhandling my body makes me feel so uninhibited, so free.

My eyes meet his and I can see the passion, the joy, the intensity in them. I feel that word on the tip of my tongue again. I feel that word in my heart, in my body.

“What can I do to make you come again?” He grins at me as his voice brings my attention back to the pleasure rocking my body.

I drop a hand from his neck, reaching behind me to pull one of his hands off my ass and bring it between us. “This,” I pant.

He looks down where I placed his hand, the one that says COME across the knuckles, and traces my hip bone with his fingertips. He brings his thumb to my clit. “Did you mean to pick that hand?” He smirks, but I can see from his flushed cheeks and the way his chest rises and falls faster and faster that he’s getting just as close as me.

“I’m getting pretty attached to it.”

“Good, because it’s yours too, just like the rest of me.” He circles my clit faster, matching his relentless thrusts. I hear his breathing fray as he bucks into me wildly and increases the pressure with his thumb.

I hold him tightly in my arms, feeling my orgasm coming, my walls starting to clench when I whisper into his ear. “I think I might be yours too.”

He grunts and buries himself in me in a powerful, harsh thrust. I feel his cock throb and twitch as he drains himself inside me, the sensation making me let go, my vision blurring and my body melting into his again .

It feels like an eternity passes where we sit there, our bodies molded together perfectly into one, our chests rising and falling in unison. I was so close to saying it . I want to say it so badly.

As if he can read my thoughts, he cups the back of my neck, playing with my ponytail in his hand, bringing me to look at him. “It’s ok if you’re not ready to say it. I feel it enough for both of us.”

He brings his lips to my forehead, gently kissing me.

“Thank you,” I say, still catching my breath.

He nods and in a swift move, stands from the chair with me still wrapped around him, impaled on his cock.

I hum in confusion, grabbing him and holding myself against his warm, rugged body tighter.

“Where are we going?”

He laughs and I can feel it through my whole body the way we’re still connected. “It’s funny you think you’re only coming twice tonight. Now let’s take this show to your pillow nest.”

An uncontrolled giggle escapes me. “So bossy tonight.”

He growls against my neck. “You can call me whatever the fuck you want as long as you remember this pussy is mine, princess.”

He carries me like that to my room and the whole way I think that I could get used to his stamina. A younger man, especially a former world class athlete , definitely has some perks. But I know that I could get used to everything about him because I am definitely in love with him.