Easton
Four months later…
We’ve been going strong since the night at the winery. I kept to my word—she stopped being my little secret. Not for one second did I ease into publicizing our relationship. The Monday morning after, I picked her up and drove us to work. I held her sweaty hand as we strolled through work. Sure, all eyes were on us. Sure, Zoey’s cheeks were on fire. But I was damn proud to finally have my girl on my side. Fuck what anyone has to say.
I step into the living room from the balcony when I hear Zoey coming in. She’s carrying her small overnight bag and places it on the foot of the chaise.
This week has been intense with several jobs ending and more beginning. I’ve had to hire new employees, and in case you were wondering, David got the raise he deserves…and an assistant. Langley Security is growing, busting out of its concrete confinement. And I’m loving every damn minute of it, regardless of the stress.
I drop a kiss on her cheek and offer a charming, innocent smile. “I’m going to lie to you and tell you I made dinner. Don’t believe me, okay?”
She laughs and pats my chest.
“I made dinner,” I say, straightening up and peering down at her. “An amazing dinner that closely resembles Penrose’s.”
She follows in behind me as I pour her a glass of wine. I specifically picked red wine because it makes her blush and her blushing makes me horny and me being horny makes me have the woman I love moan my name.
Pretty genius if you ask me.
“Did Britney get the rest of her things?” I ask.
Two weeks ago, Britney told Zoey she and Garret were taking the next step in their budding relationship, and she was moving in with him. It wasn’t exactly a shocker. Zoey said she knew it was coming but thought Garret would be the one moving in with Britney—not the other way around—because Garret’s house was considerably smaller compared to the apartment.
“She did. Garret grabbed the rest of it this morning,” she says.
“What did you girls do last night?”
Why is this making me nervous?
She sips her wine, keeping her suspicious gaze on me over her glass. “We watched Lifetime movies, drank wine, and talked trash about our boyfriends.”
My lips quirk. “Oh yeah? How much did you say about me?”
She shrugs looking coy. “Your list went on and on. It was pretty long.”
“Yeah, no man will complain about having the longest.” I laugh at how cheesy that sounded and so does she. It’s helping to shake off the nerves of asking the very question that’s been on my mind for weeks.
I’m hurtling into uncertain territory here. I’ve never uttered these words, much less thought about it. “I want you to move in,” I blurt.
So much for asking.
Her hazel beauties lift to me.
“I’m either at your place or you’re here. It only makes sense.”
“We make a deal first.”
She didn’t even take a moment to ponder it. I was ready to make a good argument—fuck her anytime, wake up to her cute puffy face, fall asleep with her in my arms, come home from a shitty day to have her brighten it up.
She moves to my lap and straddles me, lowering her lips and grazing my cheek. She slides her hands over my chest and moves her mouth beside my ear.
Oh yeah. She’s out of her shy bit.
“I want you…” Her sultry lips skim the shell of my ear. “Cooking.” Breathless pant. “Naked…” Soft moan. “For a week…” Another breath.
Desire tightens my nuts. “If it guarantees your pussy wrapped around my dick, I’ll cook for the rest of our lives naked.”
Her hips grind down on me and she sucks my earlobe between her teeth. Electricity shoots down my spine. “Keep this shit up and you’ll be fucking me in this chair,” I say thickly.
She leans back and bites her bottom lip. She has this way with her eyes—seductively playful—and it’s a colossal turn on. I dig my fingers into her hips, rocking them against my dick straining against my pants.
A needy hum escapes her and she nips my neck, pushing my head to give her better access. Zoey drives me crazy.
She grinds down. “I was planning on it anyway.”
Drifting my hands down her back, I say, “Then by all means, please have your way. I’m at your mercy.”
And. She. Does. Fucking me until my mind is blown and finishing with my name on her lips as my dick spills into her.
I’m a lucky sonofabitch.
Zoey Campbell…she’s finished my days on the playing field. Tying me down right where I want to be. Proud. Dignified. Supportive. And as you can tell, no longer bashful.
She’s my one and I’m holding on to her tightly, never letting her go. Our journey will be exciting, and at times, difficult, but we’ll be hiking it together.
Every rule—she broke.
Every boundary—I demolished.
You can’t grow without challenges. We’re conquering ours.