Love and Lies • 𝑇𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑦 𝑆ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑏𝑦

Chapter Twenty-Six

"Thank you, sir." Ann spoke through the phone on Tommy's desk. She'd left Epsom before the horses were released for the race, and returned to Birmingham. Alone in Tommy's office, she listened to Mr Churchill tell her his troubles were no worry.

"You give me what you promised in return, my darling, and this will be the least of your rewards."

"You have my word." She said, and she meant it. He would be her new boss, and in exchange he would keep her movement local to England; he would make sure Tommy came home. She passed a thumb over his mother's ring - her ring. It had a thin gold band, and a simple drop of an emerald diamond in the centre, bordered by small clear diamonds. 

"I will call you with a job when everything has settled from today's mess." Mr Churchill continued, and Ann hummed her approval.

"I'll be waiting." She nodded, before hanging up and letting out a deep exhale. Now all she could do was wait, but it wouldn't be long. It couldn't be. She'd left the races hours ago, and the sun was quickly setting - past the time they'd appointed for the assassination. If things had gone right, Tommy would be in his car at the moment, driving home. But if things hadn't, Campbell would be headed back, and Tommy would be... 

A shiver ran through her soul, and Ann stood from the desk chair, heading for the door. Before she could even touch the handle, it was pushed open, and she quickly stepped back, staring with surprise at Tommy as her breath turned solid in her throat. 

He was messier than she'd left him - dishevelled suit splattered with bits of mud, and blood smeared on a cut over his left eyebrow - but he was alive, and looking at her in a way that made her fingers tingle. She watched him swallow, and the truth appeared to her, clear as day. They were going to have sex.

Neither of them spoke. Not when he took her waist, or as he guided her back, or when he pushed the door close.

She pulled his jacket off, as he backed her to his desk and set her on the wood. Then she fought with his belt until he was free. When he was back, they'd have all the time in the world - that's what she'd told herself. But with his scent filling her mind, time disappeared, and now was all that mattered. 

Tommy shifted her dress up, until he could pull her silk tights off her legs, and softly run his lips over her bare skin, nestling home to her core, sending her to heaven with his tongue. Her back arched, and she laid back onto the desk, letting him work with her fingers running through his hair.

It wasn't long before she shattered in pieces, and the air filled with her soft cries. When Tommy came up, they met eyes, and he said. "Yes?"

"Yes."

Then his heat was against hers, his full presence pushing into her, and filling her to her core. First slow, over and over as they gripped each other, close. Clawing at his back, he quickened, against her hips, hardened with determination to reach one destination. His cold breath tickled her neck and cheek, before finding her lips in a kiss, just as they came undone together - swallowed by bliss that they both agreed from this day on would be forever.