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Saving Forever – Part 3 Blurb

Charity Thompson is finding her way in life. Dr. Elijah Bennet is proving to be the consuming temptation she finds herself not wanting to lose. Charity is still trying to prove to her stubborn father that she is successful, and that he had no right to be disappointed she dropped out of medical school.

As the Diamond Gala for her father's sixty-fifth birthday approaches, Charity sets her focus on turning it into the gala of all galas despite the fact that Elijah and her relationship seems to constantly be hitting crossroads that want to undermine it and tear it apart.

Will love win out? Or will reality set Charity's life on a different course? One she never saw coming?

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Saving Forever – Part 3 Blurb

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

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Chapter 1

GOODNIGHT, SCOTT. THANKS again for inviting me over. Elijah shook hands with Charity’s father then he turned to look at her. You sure you don’t mind driving me home? I can catch a cab if it’s easier. They stood outside her father’s house with the front door open, her father still inside.

Charity stared at the handsome doctor standing beside her father. An hour earlier he had promised her, ‘I’m not perfect, but if you let me love you, I swear I’ll love you right.’ Did he regret the words now? She wanted so hard to believe them, but to her, the two of them seemed to be on paths destined to lead in different directions. Her eyes moved left and she watched her father for a moment. Had he, too, been caught up in the Christmas spirit and tried to mend the terrible tear in their relationship? How would things look in the morning?

Both men watched her, waiting for her to do something, to say something. Oh crap! They were waiting for her to reply to Elijah’s question. I can drive you back. It’s no problem. She didn’t actually know where he lived and had no intention of asking in front of her father.

I’m in all day tomorrow, Charity, but should finish around four or five. Her father shifted his weight, his hand playing with some change in his pocket. I’ll be home if you want to come by. Or are you flying back tomorrow?

She hadn’t bought him a present. The realization of the thought made her eyes go big.  She could feel her eyebrows raise and the cool air blow against her eyes. She would have to come up with something. I fly back on the twenty-sixth. I’m meeting with the building owner for your gala in the morning and then heading back. I could make something with all the leftover meat and food. Why was she offering? She couldn’t stand the awkwardness between the two of them and now she suggested another dinner? She shook her head. Why don’t you text or call me tomorrow afternoon and let me know where you are at in the hospital?

I’ll check on him, if you need me to. Elijah leaned against the opened front door. I’m on shift as well.

Scott clapped him on the shoulder. You’re coming again tomorrow night as well. It’s all settled.

Charity added a mental, We’ll see. She moved past Elijah, her hip brushing against him and sending a thrilling sensation through her. She stood in front of her father, unsure if she should hug him or shake his hand. They may have had their first real conversation in half a decade, but it still didn’t erase the awkwardness she always felt around him. Talk to you tomorrow, Dad.

He nodded, not opening his arms to her nor offering his hand. Thanks again for dinner. He stepped back and so did Charity. Whatever closeness they had felt earlier seemed to have disappeared. Elijah let the door close and followed Charity to her rental car. She unlocked the doors and walked around to the driver’s side.

They drove in silence for a few moments. When Charity turned on to the main road, away from the street she grew up on, Elijah leaned his head back and sighed. Interesting evening.

Charity smiled, glancing at him from her peripheral vision. You could say that.

He rested his warm hand on her knee. Dinner was fantastic and you look delicious.

She laughed. You mean the other way around, right? You must be tired.

I actually feel wide awake. He chuckled. And I meant it the way I said it. You are delicious and fantastic and gorgeous and I missed you. He let his fingers trail up her thigh. By the way, are you really planning on dropping me off at my place? He leaned over and brushed his lips against her ear.

She inhaled and leaned her head slightly so he could do it again. I wasn’t sure... She pulled the car onto the highway.

Want to stay for a sleepover?

She turned giddy and she giggled, feeling like a teenager suddenly. His words sent shivers of excitement down her spine and deep into her groin.

There’s just one problem. He sat back.

The tingling stopped. Oh no... What is it?

He glanced out the window at the passing highway sign. We’re going the wrong way. My place is south, not north.

She glared at him playfully. Why didn’t you tell me?

You didn’t ask.

How old are you? She shook her head and pulled off at the next exit.

Old enough to come home with you. Or vice versa. We can go to your hotel if you prefer.

Now you say it. Let’s go to your place. You’ve been to mine. She sucked at flirting and she seriously wanted to flirt with him. She pulled back onto the highway, going back toward her father’s place.

Want to step on it a bit then? I’m about ready to turn into my teenage self and beg you to pull over on some dead end street and crawl into the backseat with you.

My teenage self would never have gotten in the back. I wasn’t that type of girl.

He harrumphed. That’s a bit of a bummer.

Not really. She lowered her eyelashes and looked at him slyly. Now I’ve got all this pent up bad girl energy.

Pedal to the metal, girl. He clapped his hands. Let’s go! Take the third exit. I’m about five minutes from your dad’s place. I bet you can get us there in three.

Chapter 2

Y ou have a lovely home . She pretended to glance around as he flipped a few lights on. The house was modern, completely different than the house in New Zealand. It was a decent size for New York with warm colors, hard wood and leather – typical for a guy pad. She didn’t really care about the details at the moment; she was more interested in him and thoughts of what they would be doing shortly and what he could do to her insides. She shivered and ran her tongue over her lips.

Really? He raised an eyebrow and cocked his head slightly to the side. It’s a pretty basic, open concept. I bought it when I first moved here as a temporary place and never got around to moving. He strode back to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, placing his hands on her derriere and pulling her tightly into him.

She could feel his arousal as he pressed against her. It only aided in throwing all concentration out the window – except for what they were about to do. How long had it been? Nearly forever? She planned on creating this hot, magnetic feeling between the two of them a lot more often.

His lips found her neck and his hot breath stroked her skin. Her eyes closed and she felt her jaw drop slightly as a moan slipped over her lips. Where were they right now? The living room? Kitchen? She swallowed and tried to focus as Elijah’s hands pressed and teased her breasts until they ached with need. They wanted his mouth and tongue against them as well. Her fingers tried to bury themselves into his soft, short hair. They curled into fists and she loved the feeling of his hair caressing between them.

A warm hand slid over her dress along her leg. When his fingers traced a trail of fire on her inner thigh, she bit her lip to keep from crying out. She realized they weren’t going to make it to the bedroom. At least not for this round.

Elijah’s lips brushed hers in a sensual, teasing kiss. His hand trailed up the side of her leg under her dress. His head pulled back suddenly when his hand reached her hip bone. No knickers? he whispered.

She giggled, despite the intensity of the moment. Knickers?

He grinned wickedly. Sorry, panties? Good thing I didn’t know this during dinner. I’d have never made it.

Not planned on purpose, but the thrill of exhilaration it shot through her blood made her gasp. She forced his head close to hers and pressed her lips hard against his. His tongue forced its way through her lips and she wrestled it with the same determination as him. Their movements grew frenzied. She stepped back slowly and pressed a hand against his chest to stop him from recovering the distance. She needed to use both her hands. Don’t move. It was a breathless order. His hard chest muscles quivered under her touch, but he stayed where he was, his arms at his sides. She noticed his hands clench and unclench.

She ran her teeth over her lower lip and slowly reached for the buttons on his shirt. She undid them, working her way down. Her cool hands absorbed the heat from his chest as she ran them inside his shirt. She looked up at him.

His eyes met hers and did not look away. They burned with his desire, showing her exactly how much he wanted her. She smiled, knowing the silly fleeting power over him she felt was only in her imagination, but it gave her a sexual high she had never had before.

He continued to watch her as his hands slipped under her dress and his fingers traced up on her outer thigh to her hip bone and followed the curve in. She shivered and it took every ounce of concentration not to throw her head back and close her eyes.

Elijah’s fingers curled around her hip and tugged her ever-so-slightly closer to him. She flowed into him, all liquid and burning desire. Hungry, she kissed him before reaching down to squeeze his pressing arousal. Its hardness and strength begged to be set free.

She became consumed by the pleasure of his lips against hers and his fingers brushing her skin. He wrapped his arms around her waist and his hands spread across her bottom again, this time lifting her. Her legs found their way around him and locked themselves at the ankles. With each step he took, she could