“My condo isn’t even done yet,” I said.
“You could redo my place, if you’d like.”
“I was kind of liking the furnishings you guys were installing in the place. I’m not sure if The Conrad could keep up,” I said, winking.
“You could make it your own. Repaint the walls. Redecorate. Add a nursery. Switch out all the furniture for all I care. Just… move in with me, Ella.”
“Hmmm… I don’t know. I might have to go back and get a good look at the place.”
“You mean you haven’t already?” he asked.
“I’ve gotten a good look at the pillows on your bed,” I said, smirking.
“Fine. We can get our dinner to-go.”
The chef packed up our ordered dinner and we headed back to his apartment. We sailed all the way up The Conrad to the 36th floor before the elevator dumped us out into his home, and immediately I began to clock things I wanted to change.
“There’s just so much… white,” I said. “I’ll get lipstick everywhere.”
“Then change it all to crimson so it blends in,” he said.
“And the gray is so striking. Maybe a mute color, like tan or champagne.”
“Anything you want,” he said behind me.
“And your tub is beautiful, but it doesn’t have jets. We’ll definitely have to replace it with one that has jets.”
“I’ll buy you a fleet of jets if it’ll make you stay,” he said.
“Oh, I don’t want airplanes, Foster,” I said, turning around. “I just want to enjoy relaxing evenings with you, and our child.”
“Does that mean you’ll move in?” He walked towards me, stalking me slowly as my eyes danced
between his. I felt my body flush in his wake, rising to attention as my nipples began to harden underneath my bra. His hands slipped around my waist, pulling me close to his raging cock I could feel growing underneath his pants.
I stood on my tiptoes and brought my lips to his before I whispered the answer that would change my life forever.
“I guess so.”
His lips captured mine and my hands flew to his hair. His arms cloaked my back, bending me backwards as the moonlight above the city painted our bodies in its glow. Our tongues danced, licking each other like licks of fire reach for the wind, and suddenly I felt myself being lifted off my feet. In Foster’s arms, I didn’t simply feel beautiful. I felt wanted.
Safe.
Important.
“What’s your opinion of my bed?” he asked.
“I suppose it’s not bad. Though, I might need a second look at the frame. That might need changing.”
“Then why don’t we go take a look at it?” he asked deviously.
“Under one condition.”
“Anything,” he said.
“Never let me go.”
His eyes softened for just a second before his lips lightly landed upon mine. This time, the kiss was less hurried. Less forceful and more sensual. My body keened into his as his arms pulled me closer into his chest, and suddenly I felt my body come alive. I was about to start this new leg of my life with a man I simply couldn’t get enough of.