“I’m glad you like them.”
“Did you pick them out?”
“No. Nicole did. But I gave your measurements so they should fit you nicely.”
I never pictured myself as a woman who had a man to buy her pretty things, but that was exactly what had happened. Conway supported me completely, paying a fortune to keep me safe and still lavishing me with expensive gifts. “Thank you, but you don’t have to buy me anything, Conway. I have a lot of beautiful things already…” I suddenly felt guilty for taking a single penny from him.
He arched his eyebrow in confusion, but he somehow made it look sexy. “I’m aware of all the things I don’t have to do. I do them because I want to. Don’t ever say that to me again.” He pulled his tie out of his collar and unbuttoned his shirt. “Vanessa and Conway will be here tomorrow at one. So be packed and ready by then.”
“Alright.”
He stripped off his clothes and dropped them on the floor as he made his way to the bathroom. Like breadcrumbs, they followed him all the way to the other side of the bedroom.
Instead of leaving them on the floor to be wrinkled, I picked them up and hung them on a hanger so Dante could collect them with the laundry. I could only guess how expensive Conway’s clothes were, so I didn’t want them to get ruined on the hardwood floor.
In his bedroom, his boxers had made it to the hamper. He stood naked with a towel over his shoulder. Perfectly chiseled with nothing but muscle, he was a walking fantasy. He constantly told me I was his greatest desire, but I was certain he was the desire of every woman on the planet. His appeal had nothing to do with his money or his success. It was all in his appearance—perfection.
He watched me hang up his old suit. “What are you doing?”
“I don’t want your clothes to get ruined.”
He gave me another look before he opened the door to the bathroom. “Shower with me.”
“I already showered after the stables.”
He leaned against the wall, his green eyes throbbing with annoyance. “I wasn’t asking, Muse. I was telling.”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “I thought we were partners now?”
“Doesn’t mean I’ll stop bossing you around. That’s here to stay. Now get your ass inside.”
“I hear shower sex is dangerous.”
He grinned. “Any kind of sex with me is dangerous.”
* * *
He folded me underneath him and thrust into me hard, his body working up a sweat because he’d fucked me deep right from the beginning. His ass clenched and relaxed as he rocked his hips into me, giving me his entire length over and over. The headboard tapped against the wall, and my tits shook with his movements.
My nails dug into his back as I held on, and my orgasm gripped his dick so tightly I didn’t think I would ever let go. I sheathed him with my come, my screams hitting him right in the face. Missionary was my favorite position, and it seemed to be his favorite too because it was how we did it most of the time. I loved watching the intensity of his expression, the way he concentrated as his large dick rammed me over and over.
He came a moment later, his cock twitching inside me as he released. He groaned in my face, dumping all of his seed within me. I could feel him fill me, feel the weight of his come along with his warmth. Now I was used to sleeping with it between my legs every single night. I was used to seeing it drip down my legs when I got in the shower in the morning. It was a part of my life now. Conway was a part of my life.
He pulled out of me then lay beside me, the bedroom dark because we were both ready for bed. Fucking before sleep had become our routine. When his alarm went off in the morning, he usually moved on top of me again and we had a lazy quickie before we went to work. It was nice to climax before I was fully awake. He did all the work on top of me, and I just got to enjoy it.
Now, I lay beside him, the sweat from his chest smeared onto mine. I could smell his body as well as our mutual come. The bedroom smelled of sex, but now it was the scent I enjoyed most.
Our heavy breathing filled the bedroom as we both slowly glided back down and relaxed. My body was warm, and slowly the temperature dipped back to normal. Conway’s body always ran at a warmer temperature, so he needed time to cool off before he cuddled me into his side.
He spoke into the darkness first. “How do you like living with me so far?”