The Quill Part 2- - Page 75

Dude is handy around the house too. He can cook and fix things. A keeper.

Well Tara, the dude is not really after the store. He is after you.

Its a done deal now. Their equation changes big time.

Where do they go from here? That is still the big question.

I just got done with work work

I really want to write but there isnt enough time, I will post a chapter in the morning😆

Take care Nisha. Waiting eagerly for your morning now 🙇🏻‍♀️

His thumb arousing her taking advantage of the ribbed tee, the pleasure so excruciating, she had to free her mouth to moan

“I know… tell me about it!!” he mock agreed

She whimpered when he swiftly picked her up and carried her to the bed

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Seeking Harold

The apartment was gorgeous, she could have lived there with him the rest of her life. No Gaurav no Pia, no Quill!!

She stood in the shower half awake pondering over how she can emotionally go back to where she started at. There was no way she could do that. Lavanya was texting her hourly seeking updates on what she was upto

Her friends were happy for her

She was satiated, no doubt about it. He was more delicious than cheesecake

He laughed at how she managed to fall asleep immediately after every encounter. He told her pointedly when she woke up.

“Can you stay up hours?” she growled one time

“Umm… yeah… I do”

“Well… you deserve an award” she rolled away from him

He was only teasing, she was coaxed back toward him

“Can we not get into an argument until we are in Vienna?”

“I lost a shit ton of money in the sight seeing trip”

“Oops!”

“Exactly”

“Do u want to go tomorrow?”

“I want to do a tourbus thing

“It’s a private walking tour” he whispered, gently caressing her sore lips with the back of his fingers

There was eroticism in everything he did to her in bed

His eyes were wicked, as if he was leading her on and would trick her into giving up something precious

Her throat ached as she fought tears in the shower

“I want a bus tour” she looked at him innocently

“Umm… we can negotiate”

“With who?” she demanded

Her heart pounded like a jackhammer, her fingers curled up against the soft tremors on his chest

He made her triumph in her feminine power

He moved pressing her down against the bed, holding her down with his body, finding unkissed real estate on her shoulders and chest

“Not the bus driver… u just negotiate with me Taara” he groaned

She arched with her eyes closed turning away, not ready to be ravished so quick after the previous session

“Don’t starve us both… if we feast on fulfillment, you get your bus ride” he whispered

Leaving a trail of kisses on her ribs and belly

He clobbered down her resistance each and every time, and in so many skilful ways

Her tumultuous emotions couldn’t handle the sweet savagery, but her weak heart warned her repeatedly

He teased her, and made her laugh until her belly hurt, he was lazy relaxed and talked like he was her best friend

He was able to envelop her in a warm haze of distracted well being, she forgot to call her Mum or check on Harold for two days straight,

She was asleep when he was not home, when he was home he tormented her

He left the balcony door open and turned on the gas fire place in the evening, they sat in plush lounge chairs cradling hot chocolate staring into the sparkling Viennese sky, he usually carried her to bed and had her howling in pleasure soon after

A part of her felt extremely guilty for the happiness she felt, it was not something that she had permanently it was going to be taken away, when they will return to Delhi she will prowl like a wronged daughter of a honest man, plotting to destroy this man

But here in Austria none of that mattered, he made her liquid with desire, he pleasured himself and taught her how to pleasure both

Whatever was going down in Delhi she was oblivious to it

Anuj had returned to Portsmouth after finishing up in Goa He had texted her when she slept through the day one day, her nephews had face timed her, she called them back promptly

“Are you not going back to Delhi?” she asked him panicking when he returned from work one afternoon

“Why?”

“Tum ekdum settle ho gaye yaha, I miss Harold”

“harold’s fine” he was irritated

“Your Mum sent a picture, he ran into the leg of a stool in your glass room when the sun hit his eyes

“U want the room torn down” he taunted

“No I want my baby back” she growled

Serving him dinner

“I can have him flown down in a cargo plane” he goaded her

“U are the absolute worst”

“Ive been told” he muttered mischievously

She didn’t give in easily that night

But he got his way

She forgot why she was mad at him as she slept in his arms

He was making her forget Harold!!!

What was going on….

A part of her felt extremely guilty for the happiness she felt, it was not something that she had permanently it was going to be taken away, when they will return to Delhi 😢😢😢

Pradyut doesn’t want to go back ❤️.

But he has too and let’s see how he takes it forward post that.

Nice update

It will be very interesting to read when they are back to delhi and how they are going to handle things

Nisha mam your writing skill is marvellous

Its like they are real