Edward strokes a hand through my hair. “All I wanted to do was show her that I’m not like him.”
“You did a lot more than that.”
He does kiss me now, and I let myself get lost in it. Perfectly, beautifully lost.
“I know that we have an audience right now,” he says, and I turn to see my mom watching us from a distance—miraculously smiling while she’s talking to someone.
“But?”
“But later, when we’re in a more…private venue, I plan on fucking you so hard that you don’t remember your own name.” His voice is low enough that I’m the only one that will be able to hear it, but I blush a fiery red.
“How soon can we leave?”
He laughs and wraps my hand in his. “As soon as you like. My part here is done.”
“Then let’s go. I’m suddenly starving.” We barely wave goodbye before we’re gone.
* * *
The remnants of an Asian feast are scattered across Edward’s coffee table, and I’m delightfully full. It seems weird that things were so different a few hours ago. I can’t believe it.
“How did you do it?” I ask. “You managed to put that together in less than a day. That’s insane.”
Edward smirks. “Patrick. And I have a lot of contacts. People who are always looking for philanthropic opportunities. Some because they want the tax write-offs, and some because they genuinely want to help people. That’s a good combination to have when you want to set things up quickly. Plus, as previously noted, Patrick is good at what he does.”
“I think Patrick deserves a promotion.”
“He’ll be offered one, come Monday.”
I smile. “Good.”
“And speaking of jobs,” Edward says, reaching for his wallet, “I have something for you.” He pulls out a business card and hands it to me. “That’s the info for Susan Hastings. She’s the director of a marketing firm that Werlin Venture works with. I talked to her about you and your interests, and she’s willing to talk to you in more detail about what you want and maybe set you up with a paid internship. If it doesn’t work, we’ll find something else. But I want you to be happy with what you’re doing.”
“You did this for me?”
“Of course,” he says without hesitating. “I’d do anything for you.”
I only take a second to put the card down before I pounce on him. We were barely holding ourselves back through dinner anyway, and I’m done waiting. I consume his mouth in a kiss and straddle his lap, but that’s not enough. Edward lifts me like I’m nothing, carrying me up the stairs and into the dark haven of his bedroom.
“There’s one more thing I forgot to tell you,” I say between kisses. I fill him in on what actually happened with my mom last night, and I’m glad that he didn’t know before he decided to set everything up. Who knows if everything would have shaken out differently.
“And there’s something else,” I add at the end.
“What’s that?”
“I decided that I’m leaving.”
He freezes, and I feel him trying to process and connect the dots. “What do you mean?”
“Even though my mom and I are fine, and we’ll continue to be fine, I need my own life. I’m going to move out, but I’m going to try to stay nearby.”
A slow smile creeps across Edward’s face. “I happen to know of a place that has plenty of room that would be happy to have you.”
My breath catches in my chest, and nerves swirl in my gut. “I might be thinking of the same place, but I’m also worried that it’s really soon.”
“Move in with me,” Edward says, laying me back on his bed in one smooth motion. “I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of my life. Move in here.”
“Hmm…” I say. “I suppose that would be easier than having to look for an apartment.”
“If you like I can create some criteria and let you apply.”
He’s kissing my neck and I’m distracted by the feeling of his lips and how he pulls my shirt over my head. “What would the criteria be?”
“Having the most delicious pussy I’ve ever tasted and ever plan to taste.”
A flush rolls across my body. Shit. But he doesn’t stop there.
“Having a gorgeous smile that I’m addicted to, and being fucking brilliant.” He leans up and whispers in my ear giving me goosebumps. “And having an ass that is truly a work of art.”
Edward strips off his clothes, and I genuinely think that I’ll never get tired of looking at him. He’s all mine, a sculpted piece of art in his own right, and it’s been too long since I had that cock inside me. “I’m not sure I fit that criteria.”
He nearly growls as he tugs off my pants. “You’re the only person that could ever meet it.”