Page 32 of Honey Bun

I knew I needed to take my time with her. As I let her and her daughter in, she stared out the window and hugged me. “Arman, this place is beautiful. How did you manage to set this up for me?”

“I told you. I already own it, and it’s usually used for clients. It’s been vacant for months, so I’m happy to let you stay as long as you need.”

Nothing was more important than us being together, even though I needed to give her time to heal and trust me. I slipped the key into her hand. “I live upstairs, so we can go to the office together.”

She sighed. “Thank you.”

As I let myself out, I knew she was with the most important person in my life.

Six Weeks Later

I checked my tuxedo and headed into the restaurant. With blue velvet chairs and long tables, it looked nothing like the way it normally did. It was decorated like an elegant party at a French castle, as if we were in Europe and not the heart of New York. Maddie had done well. Clients and employees were in awe, taking selfies of themselves in nooks designed for photography and sipping champagne or other drinks.

After speeches, I finally saw the one woman who made me happy. She clapped as I stepped off the stage, and the entire party became background noise as I made my way toward her. She sipped a champagne and wore a sparkling blue dress.

I kissed her cheek, wishing I could do more. “This party is going great. Thank you.”

She beamed. “You’ve made it easy to focus on working these last six weeks. I’m happy you like my choices.”

I needed to touch her. I brushed against her back as the party continued to pass us and whispered, “I always like your choices.”

She looked up at me, and rest of the world disappeared. “I’ve been counting the days…”

Time had flown. My skin grew goose bumps as I took her hand. It was time to show her without words how I’d longed for her kiss. Our palms connected.

“Come with me.” I walked her to the coat check and closed the door.

This was the only place we could have a moment alone. Without thinking more, I lowered my head and claimed her lips. Her sweet kisses made me feel whole. This was exactly where I belonged.

She ran her hands up and down my face and whispered between kisses, “Arman, I never knew anyone else like you.”

My skin felt a jolt every time she brushed against me. I’d stuck to kissing, but her declaration and her fingers in my hair urged me forward. Without more words, she guided my hand down her body. I swallowed, and she reached for my tuxedo tie and undid it.

My heart beat faster as she worked on my buttons. She was perfect. I decided to test her and reached up her dress and the outline of her panties.

She sighed. “Yes.”

So I went further and brushed the lips of her nether region. Her reactions sent a shockwave through me.

“You like this?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

I teased her and slowly let my fingers go in and out of her passageway. She arched and moaned. The sweet blush on her face grew redder and redder, and her eyes rolled backward. She was beautiful as she peaked.

I whispered, “I need to hear you say you want me.”

Her lips trembled. “I want you, Arman.”

I sped up. She tensed. “What are you doing?”

I had a feeling she’d never been pleasured, so I said, “Relax.”

She let go and closed her eyes. I played with her, not letting her come off the cliff, until she lost herself again. I continued until I was sure she’d orgasmed. I was lucky to see her like this and knew I would do everything in my power to ensure that her life was full of pleasure.

Slowly, her eyes refocused, and she asked, “What about you?”

Hearing footsteps in the distance, I buttoned my shirt. I gulped. Stopping was hard. “We have to get going.”