Afterward, I grab some late lunch, feeling slightly awkward when the chef – a bright-eyed man name Julio – offers to make me whatever I can dream up. I settle for a burger and fries in the end, telling myself I’ve burnt loads of calories playing with Lucky all day and I deserve it.
I try to ignore the voice that whispers inside of me, that always whispers inside of me, telling me I don’t deserve to indulge like this, that my body is already too curvy and I should eat a salad instead.
Fuck that, another voice hisses, the one attached to that thrumming that moves deep inside of me. I’m starting to think it’s my intense need to give Dominik children. Like my womb is sending me messages from my most sensitive parts. Dominik wants you. He needs you. Don’t worry about your figure.
I settle down on my balcony after, my laptop open on the small table, working on some business notes for my dog sanctuary.
Lucky lies under the table, his head resting on my bare feet, keeping them warmer than any slippers ever could.
I feel like pinching myself as my fingers move over the keys, my eyes scanning the large estate and the countryside beyond.
I still can’t believe I’m here, amidst all this opulence when just yesterday I could barely focus on my work because my paper-thin walls were letting in all my neighbors’ noises.
My belly tightens when I think about the way Dom pressed his lips against mine, his hands sinking into my ass, the groaning noise of satisfaction he made when he palmed me harder and more possessively each moment.
I wonder if he’s going to want to do more later, more kissing, more… other stuff.
I want to brim with confidence and sass at the prospect, but there’s a voice in my head – not my womb, not the assuring voice – that tells me I’m going to make a fool of myself, for the simple reason I have no clue what the heck I’m doing.
I sigh and let my eyes move over the sun-flecked horizon, a few hours off from setting yet, wondering where Dom is and what he’s doing.
I never thought it was possible to miss somebody this much when you only just met, but I do, I really do miss him.
I ache for him, the need throbbing through my body.
Lucky stirs and yawns, padding over to the side of the table and looking up at me.
“I know boy,” I murmur. “I miss him too.”
After feeding Lucky and giving him his insulin injection, I settle down on the insanely comfortable bed and watch a movie online. The Wi-Fi passcode was left on my bedside table, like a hotel, and I guess that’s not far off from what this place is.
It’s swankier than most hotels, that’s for sure.
I put on a romantic comedy I’ve watched dozens of times before, a comfort watch that’s meant to soothe me and allow me to relax.
But all it does is remind me of all the heat and the passion between me and Dom.
Lucky sleeps at the foot of the bed, breathing heavily, his legs twitching as he runs in his dreams.
Without giving myself time to think about it I softly climb from the bed, tiptoeing across the room to the ensuite, and close the door behind me. I strip, telling myself I need a shower even if I know it’s a lie.
Or maybe it’s a half-truth, a justification so I don’t have to feel guilty for what I’m about to do.
There’s no shame in giving in to these desires, is there?
I’m only a human being after all, and Dominik Dudnikov is too prepossessing in my mind, rising up with his simmering eyes and his smirking lips, taunting me, making my sex tingle even more than it has been all freaking day.
Every thought of him provokes another shimmering wave of sensation inside of me, a spiraling desire I couldn’t fight off even if I wanted to.
I need to give into it.
Otherwise, I’ll go crazy.
I step into the sleek modern shower and turn it on, backing up to the edge as I swipe at the flowing stream and adjust the temperature. The water pressure in here is crazy-powerful, blasting down from the shiny metal nozzle.
I go through the motion of washing, standing under the flow of the water as it cascades down my body, telling myself I’m just going to get clean and then get the heck out of here.
But then, as though on autopilot, I reach up and grab the handle of the nozzle, freeing it from its bracket and run it up and down my body.
Oh, God…
It’s so easy to imagine the warm spraying water is his touch instead, pressing against me, making me his.
I move the nozzle down my body, closing my eyes tightly as I imagine Dom sliding into the shower and pressing his body against mine. In my fantasy he’s naked and his rock hard body pushes me close to the wall, trapping me against it as his manhood twinges and strokes along my belly, painting me in lust as he moves his hand down my hip and slides his fingers between my legs.