soak it.”
“Absolutely. That’s a good idea.”
His smile grew. He looked positively wicked. “With you joining me in my whirlpool tub.”
She arched a brow. “Will it fit us both?”
“Oh, yeah. I just had the kitchen and the master bathroom remodeled.” He waggled his eyebrows, making her giggle. “We could fit a party of four in that tub.”
“There’d better not be a party of four in there. I’m not into group sex.” She swatted at his chest and her fingers lingered, smoothing over his pecs.
She loved touching him, all of that warm, firm skin. So big, so strong and yet so achingly gentle.
He laughed and bent to kiss her. “Don’t worry about that. I don’t share.”
Taking her hand, he led her to his bedroom, all the while his one simple statement kept running through her mind.
I don’t share, I don’t share, I don’t share.
Just thinking of being with Justin, of truly belonging to him sent a shiver down her spine. Not that she’d ever thought of belonging to a man before. So archaic, such a macho assumption when she had always prided herself on being somewhat of a feminist. The relationships she’d been in were always on equal footing, no “you’re mine, you do what I say” crap.
She didn’t believe Justin would ever speak to her in such a way but she knew if they were to pursue a relationship, there would be no doubt as to who was in charge.
And she would gladly let him take the role. She wouldn’t mind being referred to as “his”. She would revel in him taking charge.
But she knew that would never come to be. Because they weren’t in a relationship and they never would be. It was just sex. Pure and simple.
Justin flicked a switch and a lamp came on, illuminating his bedroom. It was simple and clean, the furniture made of dark wood and oversized. Two large dressers occupied either side of the room and a giant bed sat in the middle against the wall, facing a set of double French doors which had no window coverings. An impressive view of the ocean lay just beyond the glass. She could just make out the crashing gray waves in the distance.
“It’s nice.” She walked to the center of the room, did a slow circle and she wondered how many women he’d brought here before her.
Jealousy filled her, she couldn’t help it, couldn’t push it away if she tried. And she hated that.
“I’ll go start the tub. It’s going to take a while to fill because it’s so big.” He disappeared through a doorway that connected to his room and partially shut the door. A beam of light shone from beneath it and she heard the sound of water being turned on, splashing in the bottom of a tub.
She went to the French doors and stood in front of them, staring out into the night. It was dark but with a silvery glow as the full moon shone, bright even through the thick gathering clouds overhead. Streaky drops of rain dotted the glass and it kept a steady beat, she could hear its soft patter against the house. Squinting, she could just make out the low white-crested waves hitting the surf, leaving a trail of pale froth when it receded.
The view was like magic, the entire night like a dream. His insatiable appetite for her would make any woman wet with desire and Stephanie was no exception.
She worried though. How long would this last? How would she feel once it was over, especially since she was documenting it all as a story she could refer to for the rest of her days?
Would he drop her out of the blue? Would they decide together that they should end it? Or would she find out one day he was seeing someone else by spotting a photo of the two of them together in a magazine?
Her heart tightened painfully in her chest and she pressed her lips together. She was thinking too much, worrying about something she had no control over. It was pointless to worry, she could only live day by day and hope for the best.
Men rarely lasted in her life anyway and she’d never been able to figure out why. They
“Absolutely. That’s a good idea.”
His smile grew. He looked positively wicked. “With you joining me in my whirlpool tub.”
She arched a brow. “Will it fit us both?”
“Oh, yeah. I just had the kitchen and the master bathroom remodeled.” He waggled his eyebrows, making her giggle. “We could fit a party of four in that tub.”
“There’d better not be a party of four in there. I’m not into group sex.” She swatted at his chest and her fingers lingered, smoothing over his pecs.
She loved touching him, all of that warm, firm skin. So big, so strong and yet so achingly gentle.
He laughed and bent to kiss her. “Don’t worry about that. I don’t share.”
Taking her hand, he led her to his bedroom, all the while his one simple statement kept running through her mind.
I don’t share, I don’t share, I don’t share.
Just thinking of being with Justin, of truly belonging to him sent a shiver down her spine. Not that she’d ever thought of belonging to a man before. So archaic, such a macho assumption when she had always prided herself on being somewhat of a feminist. The relationships she’d been in were always on equal footing, no “you’re mine, you do what I say” crap.
She didn’t believe Justin would ever speak to her in such a way but she knew if they were to pursue a relationship, there would be no doubt as to who was in charge.
And she would gladly let him take the role. She wouldn’t mind being referred to as “his”. She would revel in him taking charge.
But she knew that would never come to be. Because they weren’t in a relationship and they never would be. It was just sex. Pure and simple.
Justin flicked a switch and a lamp came on, illuminating his bedroom. It was simple and clean, the furniture made of dark wood and oversized. Two large dressers occupied either side of the room and a giant bed sat in the middle against the wall, facing a set of double French doors which had no window coverings. An impressive view of the ocean lay just beyond the glass. She could just make out the crashing gray waves in the distance.
“It’s nice.” She walked to the center of the room, did a slow circle and she wondered how many women he’d brought here before her.
Jealousy filled her, she couldn’t help it, couldn’t push it away if she tried. And she hated that.
“I’ll go start the tub. It’s going to take a while to fill because it’s so big.” He disappeared through a doorway that connected to his room and partially shut the door. A beam of light shone from beneath it and she heard the sound of water being turned on, splashing in the bottom of a tub.
She went to the French doors and stood in front of them, staring out into the night. It was dark but with a silvery glow as the full moon shone, bright even through the thick gathering clouds overhead. Streaky drops of rain dotted the glass and it kept a steady beat, she could hear its soft patter against the house. Squinting, she could just make out the low white-crested waves hitting the surf, leaving a trail of pale froth when it receded.
The view was like magic, the entire night like a dream. His insatiable appetite for her would make any woman wet with desire and Stephanie was no exception.
She worried though. How long would this last? How would she feel once it was over, especially since she was documenting it all as a story she could refer to for the rest of her days?
Would he drop her out of the blue? Would they decide together that they should end it? Or would she find out one day he was seeing someone else by spotting a photo of the two of them together in a magazine?
Her heart tightened painfully in her chest and she pressed her lips together. She was thinking too much, worrying about something she had no control over. It was pointless to worry, she could only live day by day and hope for the best.
Men rarely lasted in her life anyway and she’d never been able to figure out why. They
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