Blossom in Winter (Blossom in Winter #1)(75)

He growls at my words, tightening his grip on me. I know at that moment he wants to cum, and I want so much to feel his orgasm.

“Lie face down,” he instructs, pushing me off of his crotch. I obey, lying on the bed, my face on his pillow. He sits astride me, kneeling below my ass. His mouth traces a line of wet kisses from my neck down to my spine. Oh my! I’m soaking, tilting my pelvis at his every touch. “Alex!” I gasp, feeling his fingers rubbing around my clit. “Oooh,” I cry out. “Oh God!”

He pulls out his cock, touches himself briefly, and with a snarling sound I’ve never heard before, he releases his warm orgasm on my back. I want to tell him to rub it in and let it dry, but there’s no need—Alex does just that.

Afterward, I hear nothing but our heartbeats.

He collapses onto me.

I feel his exhausted breath near my ear. “Next time we’re in bed, I’ll cum inside you,” he whispers.





It’s a special morning to me. A happy one. For the first time in my life, I wake up next to him. Next to the man I love. He seems to have been awake for a long time—working beside me on his MacBook, probably replying to some emails. I smile—he’s wearing glasses again.

“Good morning.” He grins, seeing my timid blue eyes slowly open. “I’m very proud of you. You kept your word.”

My face flushes at his words, and my lips twitch into a shy smile. “Hmm… good morning…Well, now it’s your turn to keep yours.” I sit up against the headboard. “When are you gonna talk to him?”

He removes his glasses and ponders for a few moments. “November twenty-fifth,” he precisely replies. “We’re negotiating the acquisition of a hedge fund based in Singapore. Once we sign, he’ll be more receptive.” He puts his glasses back on, looking once again at his screen.

“What? That means I’m gonna have to wait over a month?” I snap in outrage, my eyes and mouth wide open. “That’s a long time, you know…” I reach for his neck, kissing it slowly to entice him. “On my side, I’m perfectly fine doing it without his consent…”

“I know”—he briefly smooches my lips—“but I’m not. Call me old-fashioned.”

“Pfff…” I cross my arms at his incorruptible values. “What if he doesn’t accept?”

“He will.” I don’t know what he has in mind, but I trust him. He reaches for my hand, brings it to his lips, and places a tender kiss on it. “I love you, Ms. Van Gatt.”

I feel my heart enflame at his words, and I can’t help but blush. After all, they are still so new to me. So unbelievably new.





Chapter 18





Columbia Economics, November 22, 2019

Petra Van Gatt





The first snow of winter has finally arrived in Manhattan, blanketing the city in white. Winter has always been my favorite season. Everything is more magical in winter, more beautiful, more pure, I think with a smile, my pendant between my fingers. Exams are a month and a half away, and with at least five books to read, it’s the perfect time to focus on them. But Alex is all I can think about. His touch has always been different from any of my previous encounters, more gentle, more mature, more protective and confident. The pleasure he gave me in Rio was beyond anything I had ever experienced before, and, unlike his predecessors, I trust him entirely, blindly. But this seems quite normal to me. After all—and most importantly—I’m terribly and profoundly in love with him. But Alex has made it clear he won’t make love before talking to Dad, and despite my many attempts, he seems to be as decided as ever. He asked me to focus on my studies, and on my upcoming exams. He knows Dad will give me that week off for my birthday if I spend the entire semester working hard. Maybe we could go somewhere… I sigh. An entire week away, just him and me far away from here. What a dream. I can picture what we—

“Ms. Van Gatt?” I blink at the voice and look back at Mrs. Chilnisky standing right in front of me. “Might you tell us why governmental policies are essential to ensure a healthy economy?”

I glance around. My classmates are all staring, waiting for an answer. I swallow hard. I have absolutely no idea but decide to improvise. “I’m not sure they are. After all, looking back through history, we can see many that are quite harmful.”

The class nods at my reply, but Mrs. Chilnisky not so much. “We are not here for a debate, Ms. Van Gatt. But since you feel inspired, I want a dissertation on the subject on my desk next week. All sources cited and credited.” I wince. “Next time be attentive in class, so you can avoid extra work.”

We hear the bell ring. The class is finally over. I feel so angry and disappointed with myself. After all, I’ve never been distracted in class to the point of being caught.

“Girl, what was that?” teases Matthew. “You didn’t read the books I texted you?”

“Hey. No, not yet,” I admit, feeling even more embarrassed now. “I’m going to the library to prepare my dissertation on why I’ve got a big mouth and say stupid things in class.”

We burst into laughter.

“I’ve missed that humor,” he replies, his face beaming with joy.

As we are walking to the door, I feel him hesitate. “You may join me if you want.” He smiles, radiant. “We are friends, after all.”