Amor Vincit Omnia

✝Chapter 30 - Intimacy

 

A couple of months later.

 

''How was your journey, babe?'' Jensen asked mildly.

''Fine, thank you.'' I murmured, still breathless. ''I have some news.'' I added nervously. ''I got the job!'' I shouted happily.

He stilled, then smiled at me, his eyes warm and soft. ''Congratulations, Sarah. I knew you would do it!''

''You're now looking at the new writer of your very own company. Isn't that great?''

''It definitely is. You know what that means, don't you?'' He smirked, nibbling at my ear lobe. ''I get to see you at work as well.'' He whispered.

''Yeah, in your dreams. Your father made it very clear that I would be working in his office and not in yours. He doesn't trust you with me.'' I laughed, hugging him.

''And do you trust me?'' He asked.

''You know I do.'' I replied, kissing him softly on his perfect plump pink lips. ''And do you trust me?'' I whispered.

''Absolutely, babe.'' He smiled, kissing me on the forehead.

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Jensen carried the grocery bags into his apartment. He has carried them as we've walked back to his apartment from the store.

''You look domestically sexy.''

''I'm glad you find me attractive.'' He laughed.

As I helped him unload the bags, he took out a bottle of white wine and searched for a corkscrew. We were going to cook dinner and enjoy a nice evening together. I haven't cooked in ages and I'm positive Jensen doesn't know how to cook. Mrs. Roche, his housekeeper does everything for him.

''Can I help you with that?'' He asked.

''No, it's fine. You can sit.''

''I'd like to help you.'' His expression was sincere.

''You can chop the vegetables.''

''I don't cook.'' He said, eyeing the knife he had in front of him.

''You've never chopped a vegetable before?''

''No.''

I laughed. ''Here, I'll show you.'' I brushed up against him and he stepped back. ''Like this.'' I sliced the green pepper, careful to remove the seeds. ''You shouldn't have any trouble with it.'' I muttered ironically.

He started to slice, carefully and slowly as I continued to prepare the diced chicken. I washed my hands and looked for the other ingredients I needed, repeatedly brushing against him. He stilled every time I did.

''I know what you're doing, Sarah.'' He murmured, still chopping his first green pepper.

''I think it's called cooking.'' I said, fluttering my eyelashes. I brushed up against him one more time and he stilled.

''That's it! We'll eat later.'' He said, putting down the knife and sauntered slowly over to me, his eyes burning.

In a beat, he grabbed me by my hips and pulled me to him as my hands reached for his hair and his mouth claimed me. He pushed me against the fridge and I heard the vague protesting rattle of bottles and jars from within as his tongue found mine. I moaned into his mouth and one of his hands moved into my hair, pulling my head back as we kissed savagely.