Only One Night (Only One 3)

“Really?” he says. I tilt my head back, and unlike the first time, he leans forward and kisses me out in the open. “I like my plan better,” he says, and I look at him now. Standing, he takes my hand and leads me to the closet right next to the bathroom. He opens the door and pulls me in.

“Is this your plan?” I ask when he pushes me against the door.

“No,” he says. His hand goes to the door handle, and he locks the door. He pushes my skirt up. “That night, I was dying to touch you.” His hands go to my bare ass.

“Show me,” I say as his mouth crashes to mine. His tongue slips into my mouth, and my stomach goes in every single direction. My skirt is bunched around my waist now, my hands at his button, and in three seconds, his cock is in my hands. He lets go of my mouth to attack my neck. He picks me up and presses me into the door. He rubs himself across my slit, and my head hits the door. “Manning,” I say as he slides himself all the way in me.

He buries his face in my neck as he fucks me hard. My arms are wrapped around his neck, and my fingers are buried in his hair. The sound of us panting fills the room. “I’m going to.” I start, and he knows. He knows my body better than I do. I thought the sex would lessen a bit as we got more and more involved, but it just grew. We still have sex every single morning when he’s home. It’s like his body is an alarm clock, and he wakes up with just enough time before we really have to get up. Every single night when we slide into bed, we reach for each other. I close my eyes, and I come all over his cock, when not more than three hours ago, I did the same. He plants himself all the way in me, and my name on his lips as he comes in me.

“Hmm,” I say, ready for a nap. “You know what someone wise once told me?”

He takes his head out from my neck and looks me in the eyes. This gorgeous man makes my heart flutter every single time he walks into the room. The man who has the biggest heart and will do whatever he needs to do to make sure I’m happy and his son is happy. The man who is so quiet, yet with just one touch, I know what he’s thinking. “What’s that?” he asks with his cock still in me.

“There is never a third without a second,” I tell him, and he laughs at me. “I have a surprise for you.”

He slips out of me, putting me down on my shoes. “I thought this was a surprise,” he says, tucking himself back into his pants. I pull my skirt down and fix myself.

“You ready?” I ask, and he nods as I unlock the door. “Text Miller and Ralph that something came up.”

He smirks at me. “Something is coming up right now,” he says, taking out his phone and sending the text. I slip my hand into his, and I walk with him out the door and toward the hotel. “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.” I pull him to the elevator, and it is very much different from the last time where he waited for me. This time, there is no mistaking we are together. The elevator is there, and we get in, and I press the number to the floor. When we get off on the floor, I look over at him. “One year ago, my life changed.” I take the key out of my purse and open the hotel room.

“This is the room where . . .?” he says, stepping in and seeing the soft lights on and a bucket of champagne on the table with strawberries and whipped cream. I toss my purse onto the single couch and look over at him. He stands there wearing his black suit, similar to that night.

“It’s in this room one year ago where I gave myself to a man I didn’t know. It’s in this room I woke up and looked over and was awestruck with how beautiful he was,” I tell him, and I smile. “I walked out of this room the next day, and my heart was heavy, thinking that I would never see you again.”

“Evelyn,” he says my name softly.

“But fate had other plans for us,” I tell him. “I can’t imagine this life without you in it.” I walk to him, and he shocks me by getting down on one knee. I stop in my tracks as my hands fly to my mouth in shock.