I felt all the air rush out of my lungs as I let out a deep sigh. “Thank you, Lucan. I’m so sorry you had to give her your hard-earned money.” I desperately hoped I hadn’t infringed on the twin’s college funds. My mind was scattered. It was doubtful that losing five million had any kind of financial impact for Lucan and Charlotte. Lucan was beyond wealthy. He’d once pondered buying an island in the Caribbean. That’s what I call fuck you money.
In his smooth Italian accent, Lucan said, “It’s no trouble, Holliday. We’re family and we take care of each other.” He pulled me into his strong slender frame, saying, “Ti amo, mia sorella.” Charlotte returned to the room and joined in on the group hug. Lucan kissed the top of her head.
A black Mercedes G55 pulled up to the curb, and I saw that Ronan was driving, no Dean or Blake in sight. When Ronan, approached the sidewalk, I ran out of the doors of Charlotte’s design studio and straight into his arms. He kissed me deeply, sweeping my hair off my face and tucking it behind my ears with his fingertips.
“I missed you too, my beauty,” he said, guiding me into the passenger seat.
“New vehicle?”
“This is my car. I arranged for it to be delivered, and lucky for me the driver dropped it off a few hours ago.” He raised my hand to his mouth, gently kissing the back. “You like it?”
“It suits you.”
As we drove to The Addison through the busy rush hour traffic, Ronan said the contractor had called him about half an hour ago and told him most of the changes to the penthouse were in the final stages and his new place would be ready for him to move in on time. In addition, Ronan told me that he’d accepted an offer on his home in Los Angeles and received well over the asking price. I guessed there’d been a bidding war between two buyers.
We rode up the private elevator, and the doors opened right into the foyer. Next to the private elevator was a passenger elevator. Rounding the corner, my eyes were drawn to the expansive floor to ceiling windows in the large living room that spilled into the dining room. The views were simply breathtaking. You could see the city stretched out for miles, including Central Park and the Hudson River. A long sleek fireplace surrounded by large white stones separated the living room from the dining room. A sleek breakfast bar spread across the edge of the kitchen. Four tall, wood-framed chairs with square backs padded in grey linen were tightly wrapped up in thick plastic and lined neatly in a row against the bar. The tile work splashed across the walls in the kitchen was truly beautiful, all dark grey and white, which made the white marble countertops and dark cabinets with long chrome handles really stand out. All the appliances had the tags still attached, and they were top of the line. Everything was sleek and modern. The handmade light oak floors were covered in plastic sheeting, so they would not be scuffed up before the rugs went down. Everywhere you turned you could see the stunning custom light oak millwork throughout. There was an overwhelming scent of paint and sawdust as we walked from room to room.
“I want to put a large dining table here.” He motioned to the empty space in the dining room. “And I want it to seat ten or twelve people.” We walked back to the living room and Ronan continued to discuss his design plans. “I envision three sofas in here with a piano and a sitting area over here.”
We crossed back through the foyer, passing the stairs to the other side of the penthouse. As we started at one end of the long hallway, Ronan explained the room set up. There was a library, a study, a half-bathroom, two guest bedrooms with bathrooms and a den. As we rounded the corner at the end of the hallway I saw there was a media room, and just off the media room was the butler’s pantry. Next to the butler’s pantry there was another private elevator that went directly to the garage. Passing through a small corridor, I saw Ronan had had two staff suites added on the other side of the media room. One would be Dean’s.
“Ronan, this place is incredible,” I said as I gazed around, walking back to the stairs.
“Thank you. I’m very pleased with the renovation of the space,” he said, taking my hand in his and leading me upstairs. As we reached the top of the stairs, a bedroom with a private en-suite spread out directly in front of us with a sitting room to the left. In the corner I spied a large bedroom with splashes of lavender and hues of pink— Jade and Leah’s little retreat. My eyes widened as I spied a lovely terrace just off the second floor that extended almost the entire length of the penthouse. We crossed back through the gallery, past the stairs to the master suite, which was painted a dove grey color. Wall to wall plush grey carpeting covered the floor, and a large fireplace sat on one side of the room. Sky to ceiling windows ran the length of the room on one side.
“The bed will go here and you can look out at the city and enjoy the sitting area in front of the fireplace here.” Ronan explained to me that the second floor was completed. It was the first floor that still needed some finishing touches. I loved the master suite. It was filled with recessed lighting and had a beautiful chrome ceiling fan. The fireplace was surrounded by white and grey stones that went from the floor to the ceiling.
The best feature of the master suite was the dressing room. It was as big as the master suite itself with custom white shelving everywhere, a tiered chandelier hanging in the middle. Beyond the dressing room was a bathroom with a large stone whirlpool spa that sat in front of a soaring window with a view of the city. Ronan had had a rain shower installed and two large stone rectangular sinks at the vanity. The bathroom was all white and grey marble with heated floors.
Extending out his long arms, Ronan asked as he beamed from ear to ear, “Well, what do you think, Holliday?”
“Where’s the laundry suite?” I asked playfully.
“Oh, it’s just on the other side of this wall. You can get to it from the hallway,” he said very matter of fact. I grinned at him, and he scooped me up in his arms and began twirling me around. We crossed back to the master bedroom, and I gazed out from the window at the city as the snow fell gently from the sky.
“Holliday, I want you to live here with me and the girls,” Ronan stated very boldly, practically knocking the wind out of me with the statement. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“Ronan, I… I don’t know what to say.” I sucked in a breath.
“Say, yes. Please say you’ll move in with me,” he pleaded.
“Ronan, this is all happening so fast. I love you, but can you give me some time to think about it?”
“Don’t take too long, my beauty.” He kissed the top of my head. “I want this to be our home. I love you. I want to wake up to you, fall asleep next to you and have coffee with you before work.”
Moving in with Ronan was a big decision, and if it didn’t work… well, I couldn’t think about that. I loved this man and he loved me. I’d never loved anyone so deeply, so purely in my entire life. This was all so sudden, and I needed to talk to Charlotte.
Ronan turned on the fireplace, before walking into the closet. When he reappeared he had two cashmere blankets.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, pressing a kiss to my lips.
Ronan exited the bedroom, and I began to undress. Not knowing how much time I had, I worked quickly throwing my jeans and sweater in a heap. Completely naked, I positioned myself in the middle of the blankets facing the door, resting back on my heels.
Moments later I heard footsteps in the hallway. Ronan appeared in the doorway with a drink tray but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me.
“My goodness, this is a pleasant surprise.”
He joined me on the blanket, placing the tray on the hearth.
“You said, if you had your way, I’d be naked and wet for you twenty-four, seven.”
“Hmmm,” he paused, kissing my shoulder. “Yes, I do recall saying that.”
Ronan handed me a mug from the tray. The smell of chocolate and peppermint tugged at my senses.
“What’s this Ronan?”
“You don’t know?”
I shook my head, figuri
ng it was just hot cocoa with a dash of peppermint. Taking a sip, I knew instantly Ronan had made us each a Chocolate Kiss— my favorite. A smile crossed his lips.
“Ronan, how did you know I like this drink?”
“The day we met I noticed you had a mug of something you were drinking. I called the hotel bar and persuaded Eli to tell me what you had ordered. He told me that it was a Chocolate Kiss.”
I dipped my finger into the whipped cream and swiped it across Ronan’s lip.
“I like your kisses better Ronan,” I told him, kissing along his jaw then finding my way up and licking the sweetness off.
He curled his fingers around the back of my neck, pulling my mouth to his. I moaned softly into his mouth.
“You are mine. And I am yours,” he whispered.
Slowly he lowered his mouth, his soft lips trailing up from the base of my neck as he wrapped his long fingers around my throat just under my chin.
“Yessssss,” I hissed. “I am yours and you are mine.”
I could feel the sexual electricity sparking between us… burning white hot, just as it had the first time we’d been together and every time since. His hands fell to my waist, and my arms instantly wrapped around his neck as he kissed me again and again. Each kiss he delivered was more intense than the previous. My body responded to his as if on command… heart pounding in my chest, nipples hardening, clit throbbing… eager for him to touch me.
His hands keenly explored my body, taking my breast in his mouth, teasing me slowly. My breathing became heavier with every touch Ronan placed on my body.
I began to remove the sweater from his strong frame, carefully unzipping it. “I want you, Ronan,” I whispered. “I need you inside me.”
“Oh, I promise to give you repeated orgasms tonight.”
“I believe you have made and delivered on this promise on multiple occasions, Mr. Connolly.”
“Ronan, take off your shirt, now,” I demanded. I watched him obsessively in all his masculine perfection as he freed the white cotton shirt from his delicious body, revealing his hardened abs. I placed my foot flat on his chest, running my toes the length of his solid frame. He playfully gripped my ankle, throwing it over his shoulder. Blood pooled in my stomach, my knees quivering as Ronan dipped his head, placing soft kisses across my abs.
“Ronan…” He looked up at me, and his curls fell around his temples. “Take your pants off.”
“My beauty, you’re so demanding tonight.” He winked at me. “I like it,” he said, pushing his jeans down his hips.
“I can be pretty demanding when I want something.” I flashed a grin. “I want you, all of you.”
“Let me tell you what I want,” he murmured, dipping his finger into his mug and pressing it against my skin— rubbing it across my breasts. He pressed his teeth around my nipple, sucking the whipped cream into his mouth and licking all around the peak. Ronan moved his hand to my back, lowering me on to the plush blanket. He kissed the inside of my thigh and then moved to the other, making me gasp.
“I imagine… I will roll my tongue over your warm plush body… teasing you… tasting you.” A soft moan escaped me when he slid his finger up and down the length of my pussy, making me so wet I could feel my own slickness on the inside of my thighs.
“Jesus, Ronan, you drive me crazy,” I panted breathlessly.
“I know.” He dipped his head again, licking me slowly. He pressed his tongue flat against my pussy and began to suck. I felt my knees weaken when he pushed his wet tongue inside me. He tortured me relentlessly, and I almost came undone. I felt all the nerves in my body begin to radiate, but I didn’t want to come yet. I pulled back, and he nearly fell forward as I jolted my body away from his curved mouth. Ronan looked at me, his eyes narrowing, as he wiped his gorgeous firm lips with his thumb and index finger and then gently sucked each one, letting out a low moan.
I pushed him back with the palm of my hand, leading him to rest on his back as I began stroking the hard length of him. His body was scorching hot to my touch. Ronan let out a groan so exhilarating that I nearly lost my balance as I steadied myself over his perfectly trimmed physique.
“Fuck,” Ronan mumbled, watching me run my tongue over the tip of his cock.
“I want you in my mouth. Fuck my mouth, Ronan.” His thick eyebrows arched. Ronan grabbed the back of my head, shoving my mouth down onto his cock. Playfully licking the tip, my heart raced, appreciating the low moans of pleasure he made. I drew him in deeper, and his body stiffened beneath me.
“Oh, my beauty, you’re going to make me come, and I desperately want to come in your wet, hot mouth.”
“I want you to come wherever you like, Ronan, in my mouth, inside of me or all over my body.”
I worked my lips down to his tight sensitive balls, taking them in my mouth while stroking his shaft. I could tell he was building. I continued to suck and lick the length of him as he threaded his fingers through my hair.
“Holliday… fuck… you make me…” His voice was a bit strangled, but he commanded, “Now, open your mouth. Take my cock and suck me dry.” I took his glistening shaft in my mouth as he began to pump his warm liquid all over my tongue. I felt his body shaking as I swallowed the milky sweetness, sliding down and coating my throat.
Ronan wrapped his arms around my waist, lifting me and gently placing me on my back. He shoved his cock into my slick slit, parting me open, and began fucking me slowly with rolling thrusts. Intensity flared in his eyes. He lowered his head, sucking and licking my breasts, making me quiver with pleasure.
“You taste so good. Your bare skin against mine… I’ve never felt anything so hot in my entire life, Holliday.”
I gasped as he began to drive deeper inside me, his hips working effortlessly, rocking my body into a state of euphoria.
“My God you are stunning,” he whispered. “I need you, Holliday.”
“Ronan,” I panted. “Don’t stop, ever.”
He drove into me, filling me generously, demanding my orgasm.
“Holliday, I’ll never stop. Nothing on Earth will keep me from touching your insanely gorgeous body. You are mine. I am yours.” His words were like foreplay to me as he groaned with grittiness in that sexy accent.
I felt all the muscles in my body tighten and convulse all at once as he pounded me furiously. I exploded, releasing around Ronan with pulsing vibrations and quick spasms. I cried out his name, and the echoes lingered loudly, vibrating off of the bare walls in the room.
“I love watching you come apart,” he breathed. “And I love knowing every gasp, moan and heated cry that leaves your mouth is because of me.”
Ronan raised up his body a bit, clutching my hips tighter and bringing me closer to him, continuing to power into my stirring sex. I gripped his arms tightly, trying to hang on as he spread me wider. Ronan was so deep inside me, I felt as if he might break me in half. He gripped me tightly as his whole body jerked. Ronan poured into me, whispering in my ear, “I love you, Holliday.”
While Ronan was still inside me, I squeezed around him, and he sucked in a breath.
“I feel you, Holliday, all of you, and it’s the sexiest goddamn thing in the world.”
We fell back to the blanket, and he pulled out of me. The movement sent shockwaves rippling through my pussy.
“I never knew it could be like this, Ronan,” I said through gasps, trying to regain my normal breathing. Nothing I ever thought I knew about love had ever been like this. Not one thing.
“Ever since I met you…” he paused. “I believe, my beauty, you’ve stirred feelings deep inside me… feelings I forgot even existed.”
I curled into Ronan, watching the lights from the fireplace flicker across the empty walls. My eyes became heavy. The last thing I heard was, “Sleep now, Holliday.”
My eyes fluttered open to find Ronan staring at me. He must have been watching me sleep. That’s pretty romantic, right? Ronan propped himself up on his elbow, caressing the curve of my body. “I l
ove your body, Holliday. The pleasure of physically driving you insane and out of your beautiful mind is all mine.”
I touched his face, running my finger the length of his jaw. “You cannot be real, Ronan Connolly,” I hummed. “Doesn’t this seem like a dream? I feel like every morning reality will sweep in, and this,” I motioned my hand between our naked bodies, “Will all have been a glorious fantasy conjured by my lustful creative brain.”
“My beauty, until I met you my life seemed to be scripted, planned out in an orderly controlled fashion.” He pulled me into his chest, wrapping the soft blanket around us. “Ronan, do this, do that for the good of your career. Now, every day is new and exciting. I never know what’s going to happen when I’m with you, Holliday.”
Hearing the romantic words pour from Ronan’s lips made me realize how so much of his life had been a programmed maneuver. From his marriage to Emma Bailey-Wilson to his relationship with Heather Young, even Leah had been career strategy in Emma’s eyes.
“Ronan, I love you, and the reason I know this is because I’m scared, scared of losing you and terrified this is all happening so fast. It worries me.”
“I understand. My life is a bit chaotic. As you said, I live in Hollyweird,” he chuckled.
“Not anymore.” I corrected him. “You live here now.” I tipped my head up and reached my hand around the base of his neck, pulling his face to mine. “Ronan, this is your home now.”
He brushed his lips to mine, kissing me softly. “Holliday, what will it take to get you to move in here with me and make this our home?”
“Ronan, seriously do not pressure me. I need some time to think about your offer. I just told you I was scared.”
“I know you’re scared, but I will protect you. You’ll never have to worry about a thing if you let me take care of you.”
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