I laughed again. “What are you doing?”
He set those down on the top of the dresser, rummaged through my drawer some more, and raised the other glass penis in front of me. Blue liquid bubbled in the center. “What’s inside of it?”
“The liquid is supposed to warm the glass as I. . .get hot.” Laughing, I put the ten-inch wand and vibrator back into the drawer. “Put that down, please.”
“You have four toys?”
“I have seven.” I took the glass dildo from him, placed it back in the drawer, shut it, and headed to the shower. I glanced over my shoulder.
Misha remained there and continued to watch the drawer. “Seven?”
“Yes. Seven. I told you I haven’t had sex in years, but that doesn’t mean I was sitting home reading the bible.”
“Definitely not that.”
“A woman deserves pleasure, and it doesn’t have to always come from a man.”
“But seven?”
I giggled in embarrassment. “Would you mind your business?”
“It is my pussy.” He followed me into the bathroom. “I should know what goes in and out of my pussy and what is bringing it pleasure when I am not around.”
“I doubt I’ll be using them now.” I turned on the shower and stepped inside. Warm water sprayed my body, soothing my aching muscles.
He came into the shower and got behind me. “Seven?”
I couldn’t stop laughing. “You’re crazy, Misha.”
“I am crazy? That glass cock was massive with lava liquid inside of it.”
“Warming liquid. And I don’t even use it that much.”
“What if it breaks inside of your pussy and spills all of that—”
“It’s not going to break inside of me.” I grabbed my lavender body wash. “Besides, I only really use the black and pink vibrator all the time.”
“All the time?”
“I mean the main one I use is that one.”
“Then, why seven?”
“For me, sex toys are like shoes. Sometimes I get excited, see one, and buy it. Don’t judge me.”
“I am not judging. I just hope you do not miss them, when they are gone.”
I looked over my shoulder, he had crossed his sexy arms around that muscular chest.
I smirked. “Misha, you better not touch Bob, or the others. They’ve done nothing to you.”
“Bob?”
I turned back to the shower. “Bob stands for Battery-operated boyfriend.”
He groaned behind me.
“Don’t be jealous.”
“Fuck B.o.b. He cannot do what I do.” Misha pressed his cock against my ass.
“You’re right about that.”
“And by the way, you have a real boyfriend now.”
“What?” I turned around. “Um. . .”
“I want to make this official. We could wait the required time. The way normal people do. . .but I do not like to do things the normal way. And I have waited long enough for this moment.”
I opened my mouth in shock.
“Think about it.” His hair was now wet. He slicked it back, took the body wash from me, and lathered my breasts with it. “I want to be your boyfriend. Just think about it.”
“I. . . will.”
“I already own your pussy. I might as well have an official title.”
God. Not lacking confidence, are we?
I wanted him to be my boyfriend. I’ve yearned for a relationship for so long. For someone to share my days with. But this was fast. Granted, he’d done more for me than anyone else. He’d been watching and taking care of me just like a boyfriend would. Actually like a husband would. He’d given me a place to live and provided my transportation as well as tons of other things.
But these were things.
What about love and respect? Well, he’s showed me he would do that too. Has he ever disrespected me? Made me feel uncomfortable? Jesus, why am I even overthinking this?
“Okay,” I blurted it out. “Okay. You’re my boyfriend.”
He paused from lathering me in bubbles.
“And. . .I’m your. . .” I cleared my throat. “I’m your girlfriend.”
He grinned like a little kid getting a bowl of candy. “It is official.”
“It is.”
“You are my girlfriend.”
“I am.” I got on my toes to kiss him.
When the conversation finished, he whispered, “This day is wonderful. All the crazy was worth it.”
I turned around. “What crazy?”
“Nothing.” He placed body wash on my back and rubbed it around. “And on the topic of Bob—”
“Drop it, Misha. We’re a packaged deal. Bob is part of this relationship.”
His deep laugh sounded behind me. “We will see about that. I do not share, not even with Bob.”
Chapter 16
Misha
This morning had been perfect.
Ava rushed out of the condo, dressed and looking sexier than ever. The diamond necklace that I’d given her, lay between her breasts. It sparkled, but not as much as she did.
Ava had a formfitting outfit on—a bronze halter-neck leotard that showed off her back. It provided a sleek silhouette, flattering every delicious curve. Her black tights were pulled down over the heel of her shoe, making her legs longer. There should’ve been a law against her wearing them. How could any of the male dancers concentrate, while she wore the ensemble?