Chapter 5

For a while afterwards, neither of them moved very much. The sheets hung low around their waists, warm air drifting through the open windows in the quiet of the night.

Emily lay beside him, flushed and smiling to herself.

Then, eventually, she slipped from the bed.

“Bathroom?” he asked.

She nodded, reaching down for the first thing she could find…his shirt. It hung loosely against her thighs as she disappeared out into the hallway.

She found the bathroom easily enough. The other room she found by accident. Curious, Emily pushed the door gently and stepped inside the office.

This room felt more ordered than the rest of the cottage. Shelves lined the walls, crowded with books and thick stacks of paper. An old typewriter sat on the desk beside neat piles of handwritten pages covered in corrections.

Then she saw the books. Three hardbacks sat together on a nearby shelf.

The River Between Us.

Against the Current.

And beside them, a pristine copy with a dust jacket so new it still seemed untouched.

The Far Bank of Love.

Below the title sat the author’s name.

A.J. Rose.

Emily stared at it for a second before the pieces suddenly clicked together as she remembered his words, ‘we all have a river of secrets’.

“You took your time figuring it out.”

She turned quickly, jumping in fright. He stood in the doorway, barefoot and naked, looking more amused than concerned.

“You wrote these?”

“I did.”

“My mum has these books.”

“That doesn’t surprise me. She’s my target demographic.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You never asked.”

She picked up the unreleased copy carefully. “This one isn’t out yet.”

“It will be soon.”

“You actually write in here?”

“No, I just keep the typewriter for decoration and occasionally stare moodily out of the window.”

That made her laugh and eased the tension she felt. He watched her wandering around the room in nothing but his shirt, holding his unpublished novel like something fragile.

“You know,” he said, “most people are a little surprised when they realise they’ve accidentally slept with a reasonably famous author.”

“Only reasonably famous?”

“Okay, perhaps very reasonably famous.”

Then she noticed his gaze had drifted down her body.

“You seem distracted.”

“I’m trying very hard to behave like a gentleman.”

Emily stepped closer. “And how’s that going for you?”

“Not well.”

She grinned and knelt down in front of him. As she took his cock in her mouth, he looked down and said, “First time doing that?”

She looked up and shook her head, “No,” then she sank his length down her throat.

Emily worked his length with a growing sense of urgency, bobbing her head along his cock with increasing speed.

“If you don’t slow down, I’ll blow my load.”

She ignored him and carried on. A moment later, as promised, he burst into her mouth. Emily swallowed with happy mewing noises, stroking his thighs as he held her head in place.