“I guess that makes you my knight in shining armor,” Edgar said, giving me a smile. My heart fluttered at his smile. He’s just being polite, I chided myself. Nothing more.
“Thanks for picking me up,” Edgar said as he stood and came towards me.
“Least I could do, considering you saved my life.” Edgar was standing so close to me, I could smell him. He smelled slightly like hospital disinfectant, but mostly that familiar woodsy smell that I loved. It was intoxicating. Briefly, I wondered if he’d lean down and kiss me. Instead, he headed out the door and I followed, trying not to feel disappointed.
When we exited the hospital, I led Edgar to my car and helped him in. He said he didn’t need the help, but he was still getting used to the sling. Once in the car, I started driving. We sat in silence for a few minutes—I was too nervous to say anything. But I suddenly realized I was driving to the office.
“Shoot Edgar, I don’t know where you live,” I confessed.
“So then where are you taking me?” he asked, but his lip was quirked in an amused smile.
“I’ve been driving to the office,” I confessed, blushing at my mistake.
“That’s perfect. Let’s go there. I have a lot of work to catch up on.”
“Are you serious?” I asked, incredulously.
“Completely serious. I’ve missed days of work.”
“Oh no you don’t,” I said, stopping his plan. “You just got out of the hospital for a gunshot wound. You are not going straight back to work. You need to take some time off and rest. We’re going to your house and you’re going to rest,” I said in a voice that I hoped would broker no argument, though it was Edgar I was talking to.
“But my clients,” Edgar tried to argue, but I cut him off.
“Your clients are doing fine. I’ve been in the office every day while you were in the hospital, and I’ve let them know you were shot, and that there will be a short delay in all the spying work.” At the word spying, Edgar flashed me a worried look. I think he was wondering if I was still mad about David. I moved on quickly. “And I’ve taken care of any of the administrative needs of the office while you were out. There is nothing so urgent there that you can’t take a few more days off. Besides, getting shot on the job has totally impressed clients with your commitment to your work. It will probably even drum up extra business. You know there was an article in the paper.” I realized I was getting nervous and starting to ramble.
“Fine, I give up. You win. I’ll go home and rest like a good little boy.” I snickered at that and Edgar gave me another smile as he let me know his address. I redirected my course to his home.
I pulled up to his home, and immediately loved it. It was by no means grand, but there was an elegance to it. It was down a long driveway, making the place secluded from the other homes in the area. I pulled up to an old colonial style home, with cool gray stonework on the exterior. An elegant old wrought iron gate enclosed the yard, which was a mess of trees, flowers and overgrown grass, a wild beauty that reminded me of Edgar.
“Welcome home,” I said, not sure what else to say. There was so much I wanted to tell him. I wanted to say that I meant it when I said I loved him. I wanted to tell him that even if he made a mistake, a terrible, stupid mistake, it didn’t mean he deserved a life without love. But I was so afraid that he wouldn’t, that he couldn’t, reciprocate my feelings. After David’s betrayal, I wasn’t sure I could allow myself to be hurt again.
“Thank you, for the ride,” Edgar said, but he didn’t move to get out of the car.
“Of course.” I sat awkwardly, suddenly afraid to look at him.
“Look, about what I did . . .” Edgar started.
“Thank you,” I said quickly, still unable to look at him. “You really did save my life.”
“Not that,” Edgar said. “I meant what I did . . . to get the photo of David.”
I suddenly felt super nervous. My palms felt sweaty on the steering wheel, which I hadn’t let go of even though I’d parked the car. I finally looked over at him. His amber eyes were concerned and wary, as if he was afraid of what I might say next. Carefully, I took a breath.
“Thank you for that too.”
“What?” he asked, startled. “I was going to say I was sorry. I should have never done it without your permission.”
“No, you did the right thing. It hurt like hell to see that photo, but I was really mad at David, not you. I shouldn’t have yelled at you that day. You ultimately saved my heart. I should be with someone who actually wants to be with me. And just me,” I added.
The worry drained from Edgar’s face, and the half-smirk I loved so much quirked up at his lips. His eyes were warm and he looked happier than I’d seen him.
“Would you like to come in?” he asked.
“Yes.”
Chapter 21 – Bernadette
The inside of Edgar’s home was just as beautiful and chaotic as the outside, possibly even more so. There were shelves everywhere. Giant mahogany bookshelves in almost every room were cram packed with books on every subject from birds in North America to biographies of real-life spies. There were also individual shelves that jutted out of the walls with knick knacks from around the world, making his home look like a disorganized museum. There were tiny Buddha status, Chinese silk fans, a miniature Eiffel Tower statue and more among the many souvenirs.
“Like to travel?” I asked, looking at a large, pink conch shell.
“A passion of mine,” Edgar said. “Sorry, the place is a bit of a mess.”
“Bit of a mess?” I asked jokingly. “Compared to your office when I started working, this place is the definition of organized.”
Edgar chuckled, though it sounded a bit forced. I looked over at him, and he looked nervous. I wondered if he was thinking just how to tell me that he didn’t love me.
“Want some coffee?” he asked, leading me into a large kitchen. There weren’t a lot of appliances, and I guessed Edgar didn’t cook much, but there was a coffee maker and a half-full bag of coffee next to it.
“Yes, please,” I said, glad to have something else to focus on. I helped Edgar with the coffee, as he was still hampered with his right arm in the sling. I started the coffee percolating as he pulled out two mugs from the cabinet. The aroma of the brewing coffee was rich and tantalizing. I felt better just smelling it.
“I hope you like it black,” Edgar said.
“Not really, why?”
“I don’t really have any sugar or milk.”
“Then black is fine,” I said, though I slightly regretted agreeing to coffee. I hated black coffee, always adding in copious amounts of cream and sugar to my coffee at home.
“I have a can of whipped cream in the fridge,” Edgar said. “We can put some of that in.”
“Sure, sounds good.” I had never had whipped cream on black coffee, but it was better than nothing.
“So, how has everything been, since I’ve been out?” Edgar asked as he poured the coffee into the mugs and got the whipped cream from the fridge.
“I’m taking care of everything at the office. You don’t have anything to worry about.”
“I didn’t mean at the office,” he said, and looked intensely at me. I was drawn into his amber eyes and for a foolish moment I wanted to tell him that I had been longing for him every day. That I had never been more scared in my life than when I was afraid I was going to lose him. I didn’t know what to do, so I took a huge sip of my coffee, almost choking on it. I still didn’t like how bitter it was, but the whipped cream did add a sweetness to it.
“You got a bit on your nose,” Edgar said, and he leaned in close to me. I closed my eyes, hoping he wanted to kiss me. Instead, he gently wiped the tip of my nose with his finger. “You got some whipped cream on your nose.”
“Right. I did.”
“That day, in the office, you said you loved me.”
Oh no, I thought, here it comes. I prepared to feel my heart shatter when he told me he didn’t
feel the same way.
“And I wanted to tell you that I do too.”
“What?” I said, surprised. I couldn’t believe my ears.
“I love you, Bernadette.”
“But you don’t think relationships can work, you said so.”
“I know I said that, and I’ll admit I have my share of baggage. But when I thought I might lose you, when I thought Mr. Coleman would hurt you, I couldn’t think of anything worse. I wanted you to be safe more than anything I’ve ever wanted. And just slightly behind that, I wanted you in my life. I’ve thought a lot about this in the hospital the last few days. Hell, it was all I thought about. I want you in my life Bernadette, and not just as my assistant.”’
“You want to be with me? Even after losing Molly?” I could barely believe what I was hearing.
“Yes, maybe even because I lost Molly. Something in me broke when she died, but after almost losing you, I realize that I can’t live my life alone. I don’t think Molly would have wanted that for me. I’ve never met someone I wanted to be close to since Molly, no one that I could allow myself to be vulnerable in front of. Not till I met you. And I promise you, Bernadette, if you will be mine, I will make sure you never regret it. I will do everything in my power to cherish you. I now know to appreciate what I have every day. I would never do anything to hurt you, Bernadette. If you would be willing to give me a chance.”
He fell silent then, anxiously waiting for my reply. I stood for a moment, taking in all that he had just said. I felt a thrill that this sexy man standing before me wanted me. A wave of happiness rolled through me and in answer to his question, I pulled him in and kissed him on the mouth. After a moment of surprise, he wrapped his left arm around me and held me in a strong embrace.
Our kisses in the Bahamas had been nice, but nothing compared to this kiss. We weren’t pretending to be in love, we were in love. His lips were warm and hard on mine and I felt the stubble of his beard slightly scratch my face, but I didn’t care. I felt an electric thrill run through me and settle in a spot right between my legs. I was already feeling myself getting damp with longing and I couldn’t get enough of him. He kissed me hungrily, as though he couldn’t get enough, and I kissed him back, just as hard. His tongue explored my mouth and I gently bit on his lip, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to get his attention. I felt immensely satisfied to hear him moan in pleasure. Even more satisfying was feeling him harden, the bulge in his pants pressed against my crotch. It was so hot, I wanted more.
I pushed myself slightly away, only far enough so I had access to his shirt buttons, which I quickly began to undo. When they were all undone, I stared longingly at the skin of his exposed chest. He wasn’t darkly tan like David, but his pale skin was firm, with rippling abs. The sudden thought of David didn’t make me feel sad, rather, I was grateful that I had been saved from such a jerk and could now enjoy every pleasure Edgar had to offer. I remembered his chest from the Bahamas, but then I was pretending I didn’t have any feelings for him. Now I didn’t have to.
Leaning in, I ran my tongue down his firm chest. He was delicious, hot and just a bit sweaty. I kissed and then sucked on his nipples, hard under my tongue. I heard him groan and I sucked harder. Finally, I got to my knees and began to take off his pants. That’s when Edgar stopped me.
Chapter 22 – Bernadette
“I don’t know,” he said, gently pulling me away from the zipper of his pants and up to my feet.
“You don’t want to?” I asked, feeling sudden pain and humiliation. Had I read the signals wrong?
“Oh god no, nothing like that,” he quickly assured me. “I want to. It’s kind of obvious,” he said, pointing to his groin, which was still hard with his erection. “But I don’t want you to feel rushed or obligated.”
“I want to do it.”
“And I kind of saved your life. Not to toot my own horn, but I don’t want you to feel like you have to have sex with me as a, I don’t know, a thank you.”
The words seemed to pain him, or maybe it was the pressure in his pants. I didn’t care. I appreciated that Edgar was trying to be a nice guy, but that’s not what I wanted.
“Edgar,” I said slowly. “I want to fuck you. I want you to fuck me and fuck me hard. Got it?”
Edgar smiled and my heart fluttered. “Yes ma’am,” he said. “Shall I escort you to my bedroom?”
“No,” I said, giving him a look to tell him how much I wanted him right now. “I want you to fuck me right here.”
“As the lady wishes,” he said, carefully pulling my dress over my head. I had to help him a bit, as he was still hindered by the sling, but in no time my dress was on a heap on his kitchen floor. He managed my bra with one hand, and soon it was on the floor.
“Damn, Bernadette, you are so beautiful,” he said, and then leaned in and kissed my breast, cupping them in his left hand as he caressed and massaged them, each in turn. He kissed them, and licked my nipples, before gently biting them. The mild pain made me gasp in pleasure. I was desperate to have him inside me.
“I want you, Edgar,” I breathed, my voice husky. “I want you inside me.”
“Soon, my darling,” Edgar said, pulling away from my breasts.
“Now, I want you now,” I moaned.
In response, Edgar pulled down my panties, and they fell to my feet. I tried to bend over to unzip his pants, but he pushed me back until my back was pressed against his fridge.
“Let me take off your pants,” I demanded.
“Not yet,” he said, and shot me a wicked smile. I saw danger and pleasure in his eyes. His left hand kept me pinned to the fridge as he knelt down in front of me. He kissed the inside of my thighs, an area so sensitive that the slight touch sent shivers through me.
“I want you now,” I cried, not sure I could hold on much longer. In response, he began licking and sucking my thighs. The sensation was full of pleasure, but I also felt a pang of need. I was enjoying this, I was enjoying the hell out of this, but I wanted so much more. I wanted his hard cock inside of me. This was such a tease.
As if reading my thoughts, Edgar move his mouth up to my pussy. I almost came on the spot. Damn, he was good! His tongue explored between my legs, licking my pussy and sending ripples of pleasure through me. He licked and sucked, and I was feeling lightheaded with the pleasure. But the want in me for more was growing this whole time.
“Stop teasing,” I said. “I need you in me.”
Edgar lifted his head and licked his lips, the wicked smirk back on his face. “I want you to beg for it.”
Without a moment of hesitation, I responded. “Please,” I begged. “I want you, I need you. I need you inside me.”
“Good,” he said. “Very good.” He was more dominant than I had ever seen him before, and it was fucking hot. “And now I’ve gotten you all wet for me. Not that you needed much help. I want to make you mine, all mine.”
“Please do,” I breathed. If he didn’t take me soon, I didn’t know what I would do. He fumbled for a moment with his pants, the lack of his right arm giving him trouble. I quickly stepped in and undid the button and the zipper, and pulled his pants and boxers down in one swift gesture. God, he was huge. His cock was massive and hard, standing straight to attention. Just looking at it made me feel desperate with need.
“You’re mine,” he repeated, and was suddenly next to me, hiking up my knee so he could reach my pussy. I wrapped my leg around his firm back and let him pull his cock into me. I gasped as I felt him enter me. I was so wet that he easily slid in. He was so big, he filled me up completely. I moaned with the pleasure of him inside me, a pleasure within me feeling more delicious than anything ever had.
“Oh fuck, Edgar. Oh yes,” I moaned as he began to rhythmically push into me. I clung on to him with my leg around his back and my arms wrapped tightly around his neck. He used his arm to brace himself on the kitchen counter and thrust repeatedly into me. I lost sense to everything around me except Edgar and his amazing dick.
“You are so hot and tight,” he whispered in my ear before nipping it. His hot breath pricked on my ear and I almost couldn’t talk for pleasure.
“You feel so good,” I said in between thrusts.
“Good. Because I want to always pleasure you. Because I don’t think I can ever give up this sweet pussy now that I’ve had it. God, Bernadette, you make me so fucking horny.”
His arm left the counter and wrapped tightly around my waist, pulling me even closer to him. He planted his lips on mine as he thrust into me even harder and faster. I was penetrated by his tongue and his cock, and it was so hot. I pulled him in closer and breathed in his sweat and the woodsy smell, stronger with him so close to me. I felt myself building up more and more as he thrust deeper and deeper inside me.
And then I shattered into a million beautiful pieces. I came hard, screaming into his kiss, feeling pleasure emanate from my pussy and radiate throughout the rest of my body. At the same instant, Edgar gave one more immense thrust, and I felt him cum inside me, hot and strong. I sagged, feeling a floating pleasure and too weak from the orgasm to move. I slumped into his chest, and he held me and kissed my forehead.
I looked up, feeling dazed with pleasure. Edgar looked dreamy, and it made me smile.
“You good?” I asked.
“I’m great. But you are amazing,” he said, a contented smiled on his face. “I think this is the start of the best thing in my life.”
“I agree.”
Chapter 23 – Edgar
I pulled into the parking lot of my office. I was late—hell, I was always late—but Bernadette didn’t seem to mind. She actually said she was able to get some work done in the mornings because I’m not there, but I had a feeling she was being kind.
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