Chapter Eight
Joseph woke up the next morning with a jolt of happiness – feeling at home in this characterless apartment for the first time. It was a nice enough place: bright and stylish, with lovely big windows that let in the weak winter sunshine and brand new furniture that reminded him of how much he was now worth. And this king-sized bed was incredibly comfortable, but usually he couldn’t wait to clamber out of it, to get to work and see Eleanor. But today… when he opened his eyes, she’d be here. Excitement flashed through him. He could feel her warm naked body pressed up against his chest, breathing gently; sleeping soundly after all their amazing sex last night. He pulled her closer and grinned with contentment.
He felt wide and open this morning. As if he’d reconnected with a part of him that had been smothered for so long. He inhaled her sweet jasmine scent, then opened his eyes and glanced down to see her snuggled up in his arms. She’d ignited something awesome in him, and now he refused to let her go. He opened his mouth to say good morning, but then he realised there was someone banging on his front door.
“Ohhh, fuck off…”
Eleanor chuckled snoozily. “I hope you don’t mean me.”
He laughed. “No, definitely not.”
The bang on the door came again, harder this time. Joseph’s muscles tensed with anticipation. This could be Matthew…
Eleanor stretched and sat up. She looked even more beautiful than ever this morning. He guessed it was because his own perception of her was changing; improving even more. He reached up and caressed her cheek as they gazed into each other’s eyes, then he guided her face towards his and they kissed. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world.
“I was thinking we could pick up where we left off last night,” he said. “My morning glory desperately wants to thrust itself into your tight wet pussy until you come harder and harder… Crying out for more. Better than ever.”
She smiled coyly and opened her mouth to reply. But whoever was out there banging really wanted his attention. He rubbed his eyes, sighed, and clambered out of bed to pull on his jeans.
“I’ll get rid of them then come back and make love to you. Stay hot, okay.”
She smiled sadly. “Joseph, I have to go… we can’t do this.”
His heart squeezed with disappointment, but he pushed it away. They had agreed one night only, but he wasn’t giving up. Last night had been something else – he’d never experienced such an intense connection with another human being as he had with Ellie. She was his now – and he refused to let her walk out.
“We’ll discuss this in a minute,” he said. “I can be very persuasive when I want something badly. And I’ve never wanted anything as badly as I want you.”
She started to argue, but the bang on the door interrupted.
“Excuse me, Ellie,” he said, turning towards the bedroom door. “Whoever that is pummelling their fist on my door is about to experience my fist pummelling their face.”
He made his way across the gleaming apartment and halted, then he peered through the spyhole. Hmm… it was a journalist from the other top tabloid in town. Technically he was Eleanor’s competition. Joseph had spent many an evening telling him to fuck off. What was his name again?
He pulled open the door a sliver. “Dennis, isn’t it?”
“Joseph, can I –”
“I assume you’ve brought me some coffee and breakfast. Otherwise, what the hell are you doing waking me up at this time?”
Dennis chomped on the Danish pastry in his hand, spilling crumbs over the pristine hallway. He was overweight with long scruffy hair, and he wore thick glasses over an expression of permanent surprise. “I heard you came back with a young lady last night. I wondered who she was.”
Joseph sighed. Great – the guard on the desk had obviously betrayed him. But as long as no one had taken a photo of Ellie, they should be safe. Joseph would definitely be having a word with the building manager again.
“So if you could just let me know her name,” the journalist said. “Then I won’t need to do any digging around.”
“There’s no one here but me,” Joseph said. “I don’t know who gave you this tip-off – or who let you up here – but if you don’t get out right now, I’ll call the cops. Goodbye.”
Joseph slammed the door in his face.
Dennis started to plead from outside, which would usually infuriate Joseph, but the sight of Ellie standing there dressed in nothing but his shirt made him grin. His cock firmed.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he said.
“Are you talking to me, Joseph?” the journalist called out.
Joseph ignored him and strode over to wrap Eleanor up in his arms. He kissed her hard.
She pulled away and gestured towards the front door. “Does that happen a lot?”