Stolen Identity: Mute Heiress

Chapter 321: I’m Nobody

After the house tour, Josh had eaten dinner, had a warm bath, and now he was sleeping soundly in his bed.

After tucking him in, Jamal and Abigail stepped out quietly, closing the door behind them.

Abigail leaned against the wall with a small smile. "It feels strange," she whispered. "Being here like this with you. In your home..."

"Our home," Jamal cut in, and she grinned.

"I just wanted to hear you say that," she said with a giggle, and Jamal chuckled.

Jamal smiled at her. "It feels very right to me. You both being here. Our son sleeping in his room opposite ours. I love that we can finally be alone this way."

Her cheeks warmed and her heart beat fast. "Me too." She felt safe, wanted, and happy.

He took her hand. "So, what do you want to do now?"

Abigail grinned. "We could see a movie. We’ve never done that.

"Our genius doesn’t have a very good memory, does she?" Jamal asked with a playful eyebrow lift. "We watched a romcom series on the flight from Husla to Westend. Remember?"

Abigail gasped, then giggled. "That feels like ages ago. We couldn’t complete it, right? We should get back to it tonight."

Jamal laughed softly. "Sounds perfect."

They walked into Jamal’s room together.

Abigail sighed and shook her head with a smile. "If I knew tonight would turn out like this... I would have been more prepared. I would have carried something nice to wear."

Jamal turned to her slowly, eyes bright with mischief. "Nice?"

"Well, something other than a pyjama set. Something sexy," she explained.

"Well, that’s easy to fix," Jamal said with a mischievous grin.

"How so?"

"Don’t wear anything. No clothes," he said in a low playful voice, "would be sexier than your birthday suit."

Abigail gasped loudly and burst into laughter. "Jamal! How can you say that? You’re so silly!"

He grinned. "I’m serious. Watching a movie without clothes is more intimate."

Abigail laughed even harder, hiding her face with her hands. "You’re crazy!"

He tilted his head. "About you, yeah. And I know you love me that way."

She peeked at him through her fingers, smiling wide. "I actually do. And very much too."

"See?" Jamal said with a wide smile as he leaned forward and kissed her cheek. "Now let’s go shower. I should get my first baby ready for bed."

She began to slowly undress, still giggling like a shy girl.

Jamal undressed too, his boner painfully obvious as he watched her with warm, loving, but hungry eyes.

Abigail felt heat spread through her when she saw the desire in his eyes, and her heart raced with anticipation.

Together, they walked into the bathroom without saying a word, but they could both feel the tension between them. As they showered, Jamal stepped behind her.

"Let me scrub your back," he offered gently.

She nodded, swallowing so hard she lost her breath for a second.

His hands were slow and warm as they moved over her skin, up, down and in soft circles.

Abigail’s skin tingled and her legs felt weak. Her breath hitched when his arms went around her and he cupped her boobs from behind.

"I want you," he whispered against her wet ears, brushing her hair to one side and kissing behind her ear.

Her heart thumped hard with desire, and she could feel a juicy pool forming between her legs.

She turned to face him, her eyes warm, wanting and inviting.

She swallowed. "I want you, too..."

He leaned in slowly and she did the same until their lips met. The kiss began slowly. It was soft at first, then it became deeper and hungrier.

Abigail wrapped her arms around his neck, wanting to merge with him.

Jamal pulled her closer, desiring the oneness as well. Their bodies pressed together under the falling water.

Neither of them could stop. Neither wanted to.

Jamal’s hand slid between them, his fingers finding their ways to her feminine folds. He found the wet, slippery pool that had formed there.

Abigail sucked in a breath when he thrust a finger inside her, and she moaned when he played with her most sensitive bud.

Her hand found his erection, and as he pleasured her with his fingers, she returned the favour, massaging his boner until neither of them could take it anymore.

With one hand around her chest cupping her boob, Jamal turned her around so that she was backing him. Her hands were balanced on the wall as he thrust into her from behind, with his other hand teasing her clit.

Right there, in the shower, with warm water falling over them, soft breaths mixing, and hearts beating fast, Jamal made love to her.

It was slow, deep, gentle, intense, and overall, beautiful.

He made sure to pull out of her this time as he ejaculated, and when they were done, he hugged her and kissed her forehead.

She wrapped her arms around him and closed her eyes, smiling.

After the shower, they dried off and slipped under the soft covers of Jamal’s big bed, naked.

The TV glowed with the movie they had chosen, but they were only half-watching both too busy running their hands over the other’s body.

Abigail’s cheeks were warm. Her smile would not leave.

Jamal noticed and nudged her gently. "Why are you grinning like that?"

Abigail giggled. "I can’t believe we did that."

He laughed softly. "Why not?"

She grinned, "I’m just happy, that’s all. I always wondered how it would feel the next time."

Jamal’s eyebrows rose playfully. "Oh? So you’ve been thinking about using me?"

She giggled. "Of course I have."

"Hmm. Interesting. I’ll have to protect myself more," he said, pulling away.

She swatted his arm playfully. "Don’t tease me!"

He laughed as he lay back on the pillows.

"Do you remember the first time?" she asked softly, her voice warm with memory. "It was so awkward. We both didn’t know anything."

Jamal laughed. "That isn’t how I remember it. Yeah. I knew a lot but you didn’t."

Abigail snorted. "Should we really talk about it?"

Jamal faked a yawn. "This conversation is becoming boring. Let’s just go to bed," he said playfully and they both laughed.

"So? Was this better than the last?" He asked, and she grinned.

"Way better. Now I’m wondering how the next is going to be," she said with a giggle, and both laughed.

"We can just find out now. I’m here, you are here, the bed is here," Jamal said with a naughty smile, and she giggled.

"Let’s focus on the movie!" She said, turning to the television.

"Oh, there was a movie?" He asked playfully, making her laugh as she pretended to focus on the screen.

Then Jamal looked at her seriously. "That reminds me, what did you want to tell me earlier? You said you’d tell me tonight. Is now a good time?"

Abigail bit her lip, eyes sparkling. She’d been thinking all evening about the best way to tell him she was Nobody. "Yeah. It’s perfect. Hold on," she said.

She got off the bed and reached for her handbag on the side table.

Curious, Jamal watched her as she sat on the couch and pulled out her phone, then her wired earpiece, and connected to her phone.

Jamal raised a brow. "What are you doing?" He asked when she started to put on his shirt.

She grinned. "Be quiet. Just listen."

Jamal watched, confused as he wondered what she wanted him to listen to.

Abigail opened her podcast app, then looked at Jamal again. "You can’t speak until I’m done. Okay?"

Jamal nodded slowly.

Abigail went on live record, her eyes on Jamal as she spoke, "Hello, guys! It’s been a looong while! Did anyone miss me? I’m pretty sure J.J. did. It’s so good to be back. Welcome to another episode of Personal Paradise. I’m Nobody."